Rest in Peace Bill Hare, 9.9.34 - 4.4.21
My dad died on Easter Sunday. Or, as I prefer to say, he re-emerged into the nonphysical. He was 87 and he died peacefully in his sleep. He was not sick.
May he rest in Peace. 🙏
My dad gave me a lot of gifts, taught me a lot of things, and, there was also a lot of contrast mixed in along the way, starting from a very young age. Contrast is there as fertilizer, to help us grow. We come here to this planet for Joy and growth and expansion. Growth and expansion are not possible without contrast. Let’s just say my little Spirit was on the fast track for growth: I grew, and I grew quickly. "Necessity is the mother of invention.”
I also grew slowly, as we all do. It’s a process, a journey. And I’m growing, learning and evolving moment to moment, in this now and will until I re-emerge into the nonphysical myself.
I believe in focusing on the positive in others. I write about this, I speak about this, I teach this, I coach this . . . and I walk my talk.
When someone re-emerges into the nonphysical, if you’ve done your personal work, the contrast melts away like butter in a pan and you see, embrace and are grateful for the good, the positive, the gifts, and the blessings, while retaining the important lessons which were there for the growth and expansion. I teach and coach to do that NOW - in the now - in this moment, which is all we have. Instead of waiting until the re-emergence into nonphysical. We have a choice in this moment on what to focus. That is our ultimate power. Jedi Focus. And our focus, in turn, generates the thoughts we think and the feelings we feel and therefore, our attraction point, our vibration. Then our vibration draws to us people, places and things which match it. It is law. No exceptions.
My dad gave me many gifts. He gave me great genes - a lighting fast mind and wit, the ability to write, great health, tons of energy, athletic ability, nice teeth, and a fast metabolism. These things are gifts we only recognize when we’re older.
My dad taught me to take a chance, to take a risk, to jump and know that the net will appear. To KNOW it. Not wish it, not dream it, not hope for it…to KNOW it.
My dad taught me to not give a rip what anyone else thought. That it didn’t matter what the Jones are doing, saying or thinking. To focus on me and what I am intending and wanting to create. He didn’t use these words per se, he taught me by his actions. Words don’t teach. (Your Chickens 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 are watching your every move my friends).
My dad left a lucrative job as an adman at Leo Burnett in Chicago, Illinois (Charlie The Tuna, Marlboro Man) to pursue his dream. He uprooted our family and moved us from Lake Bluff, Illinois to Calabasas, California because he wanted to be a screenwriter, a movie producer, a director. The big League. La La Land. I pivoted and lived in Florida with my tennis coach to train to turn pro for that first year, but that’s a different story.
I was 12 when we moved so I remember that we had to give away our four cats and our dog, Chief. I remember packing up the house, I remember driving across country. I remember having a fever in Las Vegas and my dad saying to get out of the car to at least breathe in that hot desert air, to experience it. I did so, while I was (literally) burning up inside. A metaphor for things to come in our complicated relationship (fertilizer for growth).
Now as I reflect on my dad I send him light, I feel him in the light at peace, and thank him for the gifts, for the learning, and for the fertilizer for growth.
And I gather up my 5 beautiful Chickens 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 in my arms and hug them a little tighter, grateful for this moment with them on planet Earth.