Plutonic Fluf

First Year Anniversary Tribute – invitation to candle light walk

michelle — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 20:57:33 +0000

The world turns, the sun shines, the grass grows, the birds sing-all of these are simple things that we all know. We’ve always known them, and we always will.

A lot of people walk by a single blade of grass, without even thinking about the fact that it’s there. But really, who would? No sane man would stop to greet a mere piece of grass, which could be plucked so easily from the ground.

Jason was a sane man, and let me tell you, h…e would stop to greet anybody and give them a hug. It didn’t matter who they were, or what kind of a person they were, he was always there to hug, and to talk to. It didn’t matter if he was jogging down the hallways of the school, ponytail flapping in the wind and a fantastic grin on his face, he could always stop for a moment and say hello; even to a blade of grass.

He was indefinitely in love with art. It didn’t matter what form-whether it was musical, literate, visual, or any other form you could imagine, he loved it, and he lived it. He’s absolutely famous in the area, and to some people even all over the world, who have viewed his work either in local shows, or on his DeviantArt account, which is http://plutonicfluf.deviantart.com/.

Just like grass, Jason was gone far too quickly, far too easily, and way before he had finished growing. You could ask just about any kid in town where they were when the heard the news on August 6, 2009. Ipswich, being such a small town, everyone knows almost everybody else. The community was rocked, and people from all over came to Jason’s ceremony. The room was hot from humidity and grief, but no one minded at all. At the end, everyone received rose petals, and many still have them.

Here we are, a year later. A year of grief, forgiveness, growth, laughter, birthdays, graduations, pain, change, love, and so much more. A year of Jason. So many people have dreamt about him countless times, others have only gotten to see him once. Others haven’t seen him in their dreams at all; instead, he’s come to them while they’re awake. He’s still loving as much as he ever did, if not more. He’s helped Samille rekindle her love for performing arts. He guided me, Aliey, through a horrendous panic attack during the MCAS; I don’t know how I would have gotten through it if he hadn’t been there holding my hand the whole time. I know he’s visited countless others in dreams and more. Jason, you just coming to say hey has helped a ton of people get through everything, and thanks.

To celebrate the fantastic 17 years that we were blessed to spend with Jason, we’re going on a stroll on the night of his passing. Whether you knew him very well or not, everyone is welcome. Please bring a candle, we’re beginning at Audrey’s house at 8pm and then walking downtown, and to either the Green Street Bridge, or the Ebsco Publishing Company Riverwalk, (we’re still trying to decide which would be better,) where everyone will blow their candle, and say a memory of Jason and/or a prayer to him. Then, everyone’s going back to Audrey’s to share an evening of memories, love, and Jason.

You’re amazing Jason. We’ve always known that, and we always will.

-Aliey, Samille, and Audrey

Jason Foster – 26 October 1991 – 06 August 2009

keith — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 10:10:24 +0000

Jason A. Foster, of Ipswich, Massachusetts was a gifted photographer and musician. He passed to the other side on August 6, 2009 at the age of 17.

Jason left behind his works to show his connection to spirit and help others connect to the world of spirit and the beauty of all things. Jason planned to pursue these visions and his music composition gift in college. He was a very productive and passionate artist, and has inspired so many at such a young age.

Jason is remembered for his gentle soul, his loving and fun nature, talent and passion for abstract photography, and music composition. He surrounded himself with loving creative friends. He was uniquely self-assured in his non-conforming artist way, and self-motivated to express his creative talents.

Jason is a beautiful, gentle, and wise soul. He also could make me laugh more than anyone I know. I (Michelle) have been overwhelmed with the love that Jason and I have had for each other; his father Chuck also has this blessing.

Bio

Jason was born in Beverly, MA on October 26, 1991, son of Charles ‘Chuck’ Foster of Gloucester, MA and Michelle Herrera Foster of Ipswich, MA. His loving family also included grandmother Gladys Foster of Melrose, MA , grandmother Blanca Herrera of Warwick, RI, and several aunts, uncles, and cousins.

Jason lived a rich life, always following his passion. Jason taught me about unconditional love and how to savor every moment, with awe and laughter, seeing the beauty and preciousness of all things and people.

Jason attended Ipswich High School, and was planning for his senior year. He was a good student, with skills in math and creative writing as well as music and art. His contributions in high school included percussion ensemble, performance of his marimba composition, stage crew work as a ‘techie’ with the drama club, and drummer for the Pine Island music ensemble. He worked at Ipswich Natural Foods. Jason enjoyed learning Spanish, which he used when he visited his roots in Argentina 3 years ago. He also enjoyed traveling to the southwest.

Jason loved himself, not getting into destructive habits like many teens do. He expressed love powerfully, helped friends move past suicidal thoughts, a friend who was raped and trusted no one but Jason, friends who would have dropped out of school if it hadn’t been for Jason; he healed and empowered so many at such a young age.

Ambient Extra

keith — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:51:17 +0000

Drinnel

keith — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:50:17 +0000

Circulate – Violet Light

keith — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:49:31 +0000

Healing Arena

keith — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 02:37:55 +0000

Biography

michelle — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 01:54:00 +0000

Jason loved himself, not getting into destructive habits like many teens do. He expressed love powerfully, helped friends move past suicidal thoughts, a friend who was raped and trusted no one but Jason, friends who would have dropped out of school if it hadn’t’t been for Jason; he healed and empowered so many at such a young age.

Bio and Tribute

michelle — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 06:36:17 +0000

Jason attended Ipswich High School, and was planning for his up coming senior year this fall. He was a good student, with skills in math and creative writing as well as music and art. His contributions in high school included percussion ensemble, performance of his marimba composition, stage crew work as a ‘techie’ with the drama club, and drummer for the Pine Island music ensemble. He worked at Ipswich Natural Foods. Jason enjoyed learning Spanish, which he used when he visited his roots in Argentina 3 years ago. He also enjoyed traveling to the southwest.

Jason loved himself, not getting into destructive habits like many teens do. He expressed love powerfully, helped friends move past suicidal thoughts, a friend who was raped and trusted no one but Jason, friends who would have dropped out of school if it hadn’t’t been for Jason; he healed and empowered so many at such a young age.

He is a beautiful, gentle, and wise soul. He also could make me laugh more than anyone I know. I have been overwhelmed with the love that Jason and I have had for each other; his father Chuck also has this blessing.

I have received the gift of being in contact with Jason since the day he died; the messages have been very clear and delivered in his style with creativity, peaceful intensity, and some humor, so I have not doubted the source of the messages.

His messages remind us of our infinite precious nature, how we can release what dosen’t’t serve us, and how to become less limited as human beings to live life fully. He wants us to listen to our own messages and those from young people that have so much to offer with the new energy coming in to heal the planet.

Nothing truly exists but love. Jason’s love has given me a direct channel to him on the other side; it has been an overwhelmingly beautiful gift in the midst of my grief. He is sending healing to anyone who asks for it; he is a powerful healer.

Blajhu – 2009

michelle — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 23:29:20 +0000

In wet
Plunging down
into
the deep unknown

Blinded
Not knowing what’s
In front of you
or behind

Submerge
into nothing
Not knowing what’s there
and what’s not

Nothing
and everything
is there for the use
of no one

Falling
Behind of something
in front of nothing
while you drop relentlessly

Two in front of nothing
and from nothing I’m behind

Eager
Leaving the scent
of the light
from the liquid behind you

Swimming
Up above you
Where the light shows bright
You’re being brought

Touching
the scent of the brightness
that you had once lost
And finding it shattered

Leaving
Free to go, I suppose
as I get sucked down
And shot to the sky

Flying
I hover over
the sea
And watch it fly by

Two in front of nothing
And from nothing I’m behind
As I’m sucked down from my steady pace
Contained in a big black nothing

Things are Things – 7/2/09

michelle — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 23:25:10 +0000

things are things
it’s shit
but then it’s beautiful

and it’s off-white
and monochrome
like walls with scratches
and pencil marks and chipped paint

and it’s red
and colorful
like enveloped in wrinkled sheets
with morning sun shining through

things are just things
and it’s shit
and it’s murky-like and coffee
stained and crinkled
and it’s beautiful.