I said my last goodbye to my mentor on Saturday, August 15, 2009.. It was a day like no other. We prepared a memorial service for the Reverend Donna Jeanne Guerra, or “Rev” as I called her. The last six days had been a whirlwind of preparation. This was the last act we could carry out to honor this gifted, funny, vivacious and sometimes tough task master. As a metaphysician, I believe she is “just” on the other side of “The Veil”, in a different space, in a different body. Knowing this however, does not lessen the pain of her transition.
The memorial service and the love within were extraordinary, I truly felt blessed to work and pray with so many people who loved and appreciated her. She touched so many people, in so many ways, over so many years. Rev. DeeJay wasn’t just my mentor, or your mentor; she was the beating heart of Harmony Metaphysical Church. In the 20+ years she was Pastor of Harmony, she audaciously continued the legacy of the very powerful women who came before her. Rev took what was given to her, protected it, nurtured it, and expanded its scope in the Tampa Bay area.
Since her death, I have begun to feel empowered in a way that I cannot totally grasp. I feel a peace in my heart and soul that is new. I not only see my journey, I also see the path in which I must take. Over the last four decades I have asked the Creator what is my purpose, what am I to do with my life? The answer to that question is now quite clear. I am to follow in the footsteps of my mentor, to learn and teach; to listen and grow; to pray and laugh. I am to take what the Rev saw in me, nurtured in me, and do the same for the new wave of Lightworkers as they are called to Harmony.
The torch has been passed, and it’s up to all of us to continue her legacy, and the legacy of those who have gone before her. This torch has been passed to the gifted hands of Rev. Sheila Blanco-Pedrosa, AND the rest of us. Rev. DeeJay knew who we were before we did. She welcomed us home, to this Mystery School called Harmony. Many of us crawling in the door sick, broken, and lost, but we are now healed, whole and ready to soar. Thank you Rev. DeeJay, your love and memory will never die!
Namaste’