I am reading Matthew's letter that he wrote three years ago to his sister before taking his life and every cell in my body wants to talk to him. It's not about convincing him to stay but it's to get to know him. He was 23 years old. He was awaken and he didn't know what to do about it.

I understand him and I know he would understand me. I know that we would have herbal tea together and listen to our favourite band. When the dark side would hit us we would just lay down together and I'd place his head on my chest and hug him tight. Maybe we would sob a bit together and breathe together like one being. I would share all my Kundalini meditations with him and we'll do a yoga practice then. It would be that type of yoga practice when your tears drop down your cheeks and your mat is all wet at the end but you feel kind of relief.

I'm reading his letter and I know that he saved his sister doing what he did. She was the same as him. It was like a sad childhood competition who would go first. She tried it but failed to go. So he went and she knew she would have to stay and seek and search for tools, for the way to deal with the mind. And she found it. I found it too. I found it thanks to someone who has the same name and who is no longer around me. That's why I am grateful today to the journey I have now. That I am still alive and found a way to deal with my mind. It's been three years since Matthew is no longer on this planet. I re-read his last letter, such beautiful writing. I feel connected to the person who wrote it. I will lay down and imagine his beautiful energy surrounding me like a big warm soft cloud #iCreateLife_LetGo

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