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Into The Mystic

Yesterday marked the ninth anniversary of my father’s passing. While it is very difficult to lose a loved one, time as well as healing of the soul makes each year a little bit easier. I still find it hard to believe it has been nine years since I received the phone call from my brother-in-law telling me my father had died.

Certainly in the early years July 8th was a tough day to get through. Although all I was able to say everything I wanted to say to him during my last visit, there is still nothing that comes close to sitting down with my dad to get his opinion on life’s struggles. Don’t get me wrong, I talk to him almost every day and feel his presence quite often. I just miss his voice.

So how does it get easier to get through a day like yesterday? Not to be repetitive but the easy answer always starts and ends with faith. Once you are born into this world the only real guarantee is that you will die and leave this world. I don’t want get preachy because we all have different opinions, but after living through the human life that includes pain and suffering, if we are lucky enough we will enter everlasting life where that no longer exists. That is why they call it faith!!

 As you know I love music and many times I attach a song or songs to people. One song that really helps me through days like yesterday is the song “Into the Mystic” by Van Morrison. I don’t know what he had in mind when he wrote this song, but I can share with you my interpretation of his lyrics.

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Before there was a universe or solar system or anything there existed spirit; that which is all knowing. We were born from God.

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

Mankind was born on this good boat, what we call “Earth,” and we sail into the duality of the known and unknown called “the mystic,” knowing there is something there, but not knowing exactly what it is, hence “the mystic.”

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

We, mankind, are the sailors crying out. “What is this life? What is the meaning of this mystical experience which we call life? Why am I here?” We may all have different questions at different times. And, we may all have different answers at different times.

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

Enjoy your senses and those things which make up your experiences of your life. Your soul is the totality of your experiences and your spirit is your sense of knowing the duality of life and your expressions of your soul. How you act, what you do, and what you say and think count. “Good thoughts, good words, and good deeds.

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don’t have to fear it

When Gabriel blows his horn, or when death and rebirth call us it will be a magnificent sound and there is nothing to fear when returning home to the all-knowing spirit within us.

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

I want to awaken and comfort your wandering just as the ancient prophets have written and spoke about over the centuries.

Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

Together joined as one mankind we will learn the meaning to all that we seek in this experience we call life.

So there you have my interpretation of this great song. Yours may be different and that is okay. But whenever I hear this song in concert or on my iPod it provides me great comfort and puts a smile on my

face knowing my dad and many others are in a better place after they “sailed into the mystic”.

4 responses to “Into The Mystic

  1. I like this post, I like this song, and I like your interpretation of this song. Very insightful.

  2. Cheryl Creydt ⋅

    Jim, Thank you for your post! Music was a big part of my husband Jon’s life also. I’m sure I have a Van Morrison’s CD in our collection! Jon just passed away on July 18th and it is music that is getting me through this time also! Jon died from ALS at the age of 57, he was an excellent athlete back in high school, involved in cross country, football and a state contender in wrestling, he also loved his music. Jon had a talent for remembering where and when he heard a song, what he was doing at the time, who sang it and when!
    Jon really didn’t have anything on is bucket list, other than going to see Paul McCartney at Miller Park on the 16th. We had it all planned out, all his brothers and sisters and our kids and spouses had tickets to the concert, Rainbow Hospice had even gotten us a motor coach thru the “Dream Foundation” to take us all there. But that morning Jon woke up with a sore throat and his chest felt very heavy. That day was so hot, there was no way that he could make it, so we had to cancel the bus. Jon’s siblings went and Jon was there in spirit! Wednesday came and pneumonia set in. That evening we knew Jon was on his final journey. The weather that evening was weather was strange as we had a down pour of rain and then the sun came out. As Jon’s parents were on their way to our house there was a double rainbow and they said it looked as if the end was on our house. A sign to us of God’s promise that everything would be ok. We sat by Jon’s side playing the Beatles White album and many of Jon’s other favorites. Me and my children also got out our old church hymnals and sang hymns. By Thursday evening very peacefully Jon took his last breath. Shortly after, my daughter went outside and saw a shooting star, what are the odds?
    Through this all we had a morning Dove that came 2 weeks before, the Dove was not shy, Jon and I both felt it was very unusual! It would come to the bird bath right outside where Jon was lying, The morning after Jon passed it was there again, almost as it were looking into our window checking to see if we were ok! It stayed close for a couple of days, even noticing it on the roof as we went outside. One of Jon’s favorite songs was “Free Bird” by Lynard Skynard, I don’t think it was the words so much as it was the guitar solo, and the louder the better! As I listen to the song now, the words are so fitting and it brings back so many good memories! I personally have also been listening to “I’ll fly away” by Alison Krauss, it gets me through the day!
    God is with us all the time, speaking to us through the music we listen to, nature and the people around us, if we just open our hearts and listen!
    Jon’s definition of “Dove” was purity and peace; hope and faith.
    May God bless you and your family as you continue your journey! And my you continue to share with others!

    • jim eutizzi ⋅

      wow. thank you for sharing your story. i think john and i would have had a lot in common. bless you and your family

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