As soon as we could get our wits about us, we rushed off to the ER, to Boy a medical examination. He’d just had a seizure- not a grand mal, but still a seizure. It wasn’t like the tonic spasms my father and I have from time to time, of course. We’d find later, after he slept and slept, that he had no memory of the episode.
As Cimmy always does, she asked me to religiously administer to him, to give him a Priesthood blessing. As I meditated and focused on clearing my mind, to let spiritual inspiration flow freely, a glimpse of a memory flashed through my brain.
My son was part of this, too. He had agreed to take on a part of the burdens of my mortality, which I in turn had taken a part from my father.
JOR-EL: You did this of your own free will, in spite of all I could say to dissuade you…
Cimmorene desperately had wanted to share the load, but I could not acquiesce. But my son would not be denied. He understood the pattern. And our Eternal Father- I feel that he smiled, as if to acknowledge something great had been accomplished.
JOR-EL: ..the circle is now complete..
I could see both sides, now.
JOR-EL: Now, you have returned to me, for one last chance to redeem yourself– this, too, finally, I have anticipated, my son.
JOR-EL: The Kryptonian prophecy will be at last fulfilled.
[recalling Jor-El’s blessing] JOR-EL: You will make my strength your own– see my life through your eyes, as your life will be seen through mine.
JOR-EL: The son becomes the father – the father becomes the son.