Thoughts on Death and Dying

Thoughts on Death and Dying
This week I have witnessed the adage “there are worse things than death”, but that is another thought.

I was very ill as a young girl and died at one point when I was twelve. As I died, I was lifted, floating upwards. I saw my bed with my body in it as small as a match box, my parents on either side of it weeping. I felt no pain and there was a lightness about me as I went higher and higher when I was called back by my parents. Suddenly, I was back in my body to fulfill my life’s destiny.

My husband had undiagnosed peritonitis fourteen years ago. His chances of survival were less than 2%. As he lay there, hearing all that was said in his conscious/unconscious presence, he felt no pain but could hear his moans. He knew that passing over would be such a small step. He heard my voice asking him not to leave so he came back to fulfill his life’s destiny as well.

A few years ago I attended a 49, the Cheyenne ceremonies honoring the living warriors who returned from battle. As the evening deepened and the drum beat mesmerized, I had a trance-like vision and my astral body traveled beyond the building, beyond the forest, the mountains, the sky and further still into the universe. Along the path, I heard the drum beat, which echoed my heartbeat, which echoed the heartbeat of all of it…a continuum which connects all things. I saw it all with awe and when I came back I felt peace, perfect peace, for three days. I have never felt such an emotion as I did then.

I have not been afraid to die since that time for I know that the energy that is “us” unites with the universal energy of the whole. It is so far beyond earthly imagination of a heaven with golden streets or unification with loved ones. None of those human emotions are necessary…for uniting with the whole of everything is beyond earthly comprehension.
Point being: Death is not some awful unknown to be feared, it is part of the journey… and it is such a small step over.