Letter to Recipient(s) of my Organ(s) 


 
The letter to follow should be offered to any recipient, or legal guardian of any recipient, of a transplant of any of my body parts: 


 
Dear (Name), 


 
It is my wish that you receive this letter along with the transplant of a part of my body. I want to share a few things with you, because it is my belief and experience that physical matter – in this case a body part – holds a sort of ‘memory’ of things that have taken place near or within that matter in the past. Since a part of what was once me has now become a part of you, I thought you might like to know some of the things that ‘part’ has experienced; in essence, I want to share a bit about me, my life, my points of view. These things may be irrelevant to you, but in case I am right, and some of the ‘energy’ of me begins to influence you, I thought you might be curious to know your new body part’s origin! 

 
First of all, know that however my death may have come to pass, my basic belief is that there is nothing terrible about death itself; I, like my mother before me, see death as a natural and even possibly exciting passage; no more, no less. This means that I have left you my body part/s in a good way – full of the hope, love, excitement, and peace that comes with transitions one does not fear. Think of it like this: Your new body part is fully yours; I have released it and I am delighted to gift it to you! 


 
I am someone who did face a lot of things in my life – scary things, sad things, delightful things, magical things, powerful things, sweet things. . . I think – hope – I met each challenge and each grace with some semblance of courage and openness. I value INTEGRITY above pretty much everything else, though my message and motto was always to LIVE AS LOVE. I worked with Angels and stones, crystal and bones; I did my best to find art in everything I encountered. I saw my purpose and life as being a catalyst for the growth, transformation and healing of all I encountered, most especially myself. I mostly saw my life path as (whenever I could manage to make it so) an offering of my love, creativity, passion; all these in service of the betterment of life on our beautiful and precious Earth. 


 
I strived always to live (in thought and word and deed, to the best of my ability) in alignment with Highest Good and Deepest Love for All That Is. . . and with a wish that every moment of my life in some way be a contribution to the lessening of the suffering of all beings. Of course I am as human as the next person, and thus, to be sure, I often fell short of my mark; I did not always succeed, but I always tried. 

 
It is my experience that everything & everyone, every circumstance that we encounter – is some kind of mirror of what lies within us; thus I worked tirelessly to own my experiences and dig deeply within to change MYSELF any time I saw a need for change in the world around me; the more difficult a person or experience was for me, the deeper within myself I would look for answers. Usually, I found them. 


 
I see conflict – as my Angels and Stone & Plant friends suggested – as an invitation to CREATE; if a situation arises in which I am involved in a conflict, I do my best to see it as a gift – a moment in which I have been invited to create something new – conflict implying that neither my idea nor yours is right; thus let us invent some new idea, as yet unborn. . . this view, to my way of thinking, could make a world full of creative ideas, rather than wars. . . so . . . perhaps, the body part that is now yours holds the energy of all this.  May all your conflicts be blessings of opportunity. 


 
I loved very, very deeply in my life. I loved my parents and siblings, my children and their fathers, my lovers and friends, people I worked with, strangers I met every day; I loved those who misunderstood me too. I loved stones, plants, animals and the solar system. I loved the so-called unseen realms; Goddesses and Gods, Jesus and Allah, the fairies and elves, Angels and all manner of helping spirits. And as I sit here and type, I can say that I love you too, as you are a part of All That Is. Maybe you will ‘feel’ me sending you Light from some Otherworld (what ever you may call it or think the land of death to be). . . and maybe you will not. But know this: if I can will it so, you will live a long and healthy life, so full of love and wealth and abundance of every sort that you, too, will be happy when it is your turn to let go of the physical matter that is your body, some long time from now.
 
In September of 2009, my mother, Petie W. Grillo, was a day or so away from her impending death when she turned away from the wall, where she had been ‘talking’ to her dead mother, Peggy, our ancestor Uncle Waldo (among other bright ones long since passed on), towards those of us in the room still living, and said:
 
“What I wouldn’t give for just ONE MORE day, EVEN THE WORST DAY of my life”
 
I knew the concept here, but to be faced with someone who was really at that gateway, and was saying this so genuinely, touched the core of my being. Since then I remember this message every day (and I imagine I did until the day I died). It is small and simple, and yet it has the power to transform my universe when I recall it, especially when I am unhappy or in unhappy circumstances. I share it with you now, in case you could use the reminder that I myself needed so very often. It is so easy to get lost in comparing our moments to what we imagine they could or should be; but, at least for me, when I compare most of my rough moments to not having any more at all, my pain is transformed to a mysteriously shining gem within a treasured gift: presence and awareness of this time on Earth - My Life, whatever I am experiencing.
 
I wish you every experience and shining moment your soul could dream of – from the fabulous to the mundane – and that you cherish every one of these during your precious time on Earth. 


 
Love Always,
 
Maya Andrea York Grillo Massar*

I Think of You
08/09/2025
 
I think of you
your heart bigger than all the worlds
your mind infinitely woven in color, movement and the 
refracted light of precious metals
your body falling away from you
spirit widening every moment now like the fan of a peacock goddess's 
luminous tail feathers 
 
And I wonder:
If these were the last bits
and you had perfect magic with which to make it so
What would you choose?
 
Maybe an answer for You in The World
and one for You in Your family
One for You with your lover
but most of all, 
a singular one for You
in the quiet, still cave 
of your own heart
 
A last place and space to feel into the remains of Self-on-Earth
(This is a thing, of course, though not the whole thing, the larger thing we are all becoming/remembering/innately OF. Yet still a thing we get to mourn the loss of; Self-on-Earth.)
 
The Last Bits. . .
 
Where?
How?
With whom?
How many different answers might there be?
 
As I type, I recognize that it is less that I actually want these answers -
Rather, 
It is that I want to know if - and that - 
YOU know them, have them, to treasure for your unbreakable Inner-Whom
 
Maybe not purposed so you can
make them manifest
but so that you might simply have them, even solely in some secret inner sanctuary, for
your bright spirit
for your mind
for your heart
for your moment-by-moment remaining body
 
for
 
Yourself.