It’s ironic we take one day to honor our fallen, our dead. In truth, the families who have lost a loved one, miss, love and grieve daily for their family member.

There are many cultures who honor their ancestors and dead, sometimes to the point of placing them higher on the totem pole of importance. I appreciate the concept however once again I feel there is irony. From my perception, I believe we are basically honoring ourselves, our own souls, our lineage in the time space continuum. We are ever evolving in our cycles however until we reach a place of love, peace, reverence, honor and complete trust, we repeat the process till we hone it and polish it with brilliance.

I feel the souls of the past are “us” learning through the experience of that time frame. What is so fabulous with this is we are intrinsically honoring our own journeys, our processes as we shift and evolve, glean and awaken with every sojourn.

Our fallen comrades are essentially ourselves, an aspect of our souls in the ever revolving eternity spin.

Please honor your family members, those who have fought and died believing a particular truth, no matter what side of the perception coin they believed. At that brief moment, each was correct in their beliefs whether fighting for the English, Germans, Vietnamese, Japanese, Chinese, Americans, and every other nationality who participated and still plays in the illusion of separation, the game of war.

In honor, in love, with deep respect for ourselves.

Cosmic sunshine to you.