{"id":129,"date":"2009-03-25T01:14:09","date_gmt":"2009-03-25T06:14:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stephenpickering.com\/?p=129"},"modified":"2009-03-25T01:35:01","modified_gmt":"2009-03-25T06:35:01","slug":"hey-xippy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2009\/03\/25\/hey-xippy\/","title":{"rendered":"Hey Xippy!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/stash-travieso.blogspot.com\/2009\/03\/realization-of-death.html\">Hey Xippy<\/a>!<\/strong>,<\/p>\n<p>I lost my father on March 1st, ironically enough my birthday. It was a world turning upside down experience. We talked like ten times a day all my life. I&#8217;ve always had this phobia of dead bodies, so the day he died I didn&#8217;t think I could go into the room. But something carried me there, and it was weird, instead of being a grueling, grotesque experience, it was a spiritual experience in a positive way. I kissed him. My sister was speaking to him. He seemed &#8220;there&#8221; I almost felt I could bring him back to life if I were just a few more steps along in my spiritual journey. I don&#8217;t know how to explain it. But it did give me peace, and I&#8217;ve held together surprisingly well ever since.<\/p>\n<p>If I were Jung or Freud analyzing your dream I&#8217;d surely say your head symbolized the &#8220;Ego&#8221; and really the enemy was inside, the Ego wanting to put itself back on, wanting to &#8220;fight&#8221;  Sometimes I think its the dead who are alive and the living who are dead. I don&#8217;t know where I get that thought. It just comes to me from time to time. Or at least I feel its some sort of continuum going on. Sometimes I think &#8220;How can anyone really die? What happens to their memories?&#8221;   I think I&#8217;ll make this into a blog post, I write such long comments. I&#8217;m glad I ran across your topic. It&#8217;s prescient for me at this time.<\/p>\n<p>Stephen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey Xippy!, I lost my father on March 1st, ironically enough my birthday. It was a world turning upside down experience. We talked like ten times a day all my life. I&#8217;ve always had this phobia of dead bodies, so &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/2009\/03\/25\/hey-xippy\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[19,18,17],"class_list":["post-129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-blog-comments","tag-death","tag-spirituality"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stephenpickering.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}