To accept death is to completely embrace life. Death is the only inevitable certainty in life. We can have more control over our life, and how it’s lived, by strengthening the mind, by expanding our consciousness, and having better control over the process of living our existence; and therefore, we would have better control over the process of dying in our own life. Of course, there are always other factors to consider when we talk about death, just as in life, those factors being family, friends, acquaintances, and our surrounding external circumstances. Hopefully this story will provide you with a better awareness in your own life, and about the process of dying, and death itself. Therefore, providing you with a deeper understanding about our purpose in life.
I would like to share with you a little bit about my understanding from a very young child. First of all we, for the most part, the western-minded ones are not willing to discuss the dying process, death itself. Not willing out of fear, confusion, and mostly I would say, out of not having answers, not being able to discuss it intelligently, and not able to discuss it spiritually. And I would say that it has a great deal to do with that fear of the unknown, and therefore, it is hushed in us from very young children all the way up until the moment that we find ourselves in the dying process.
As I started earlier to tell you that as a young child I was very aware of the contrast in attitudes and beliefs about death. Those that I knew inwardly, and of course, those attitudes and beliefs that were imposed or that I was being taught. I saw in most people, as a child, such a fear of death that as I said it was either not spoken of, or people were rushing through life so quickly, and so unconsciously, like a run away locomotive going nowhere fast. I can remember terms that are very familiar that attest to the naiveté in the beliefs of many of western consciousness. I say this was stemming from ignorance of The Truth. These terms such as, “you only live once”, “live it up while you can”, “you only get one shot make it count”, these kind of things.
Adults were supposed to be wiser, because they were older. So, wisdom automatically was assumed to come with age. Not always necessarily so, as we all well know. So therefore, they were our shining examples of how to live the life. As a young child I chose not to live in fear of something I didn’t know, but to go forth and explore those realms of the unknown beyond those who could not give me answers.
I could not see the purpose in fearing life or death especially when I was aware of the process of rebirth. I had already experienced the worlds of the un-embodied. I was familiar with my own rebirths. This is not something that I often speak openly of, for many reasons. As a child I was familiar with the dying process and leaving the body, and all of the consciousness flooding forward in the dying person. Aware through those who were, as we call crossing over into the astral, because many had often sought comfort and solace in me. At that time in life I was intrigued with the ignorance of many people around me. I often tried to carefully explain what it was I knew, and to speak to others about the afterlife, which had been revealed to me both in dreams and in visions, and in my waking state.
As a child I did not realize how many of the living were deprived of the ultimate meaning of life, let alone the threatening truth about death. After all, all the great religions of the world clearly mention, in some way, that death is not the ultimate end all.
As a young child I was often silenced about speaking of such things, particularly death. Much of what I knew, and followed as the purpose of life, and of this existence as the Truth that was spoken from within. I was drawn to the dying person. All that I knew to do was to listen, comfort them, help them to be peaceful, and to surround them with compassion, pour forth all the love in my heart. All I knew to do was love them. Whether it was butterflies, birds, cats, snakes, or people. As a young child I sang hymns quietly at times. I listened very carefully as their life would come flooding back in memories. For all the animals I made special funerals with foods, and water, flowers, and garlands, and I made it a habit of wrapping them in a piece of my clothing, and carefully reminding them that this would protect them, and keep them close to one who loves them to send them off on their journey into another realm. I offered prayers, and even at that young age I assured them that we would meet again, and they would be healed.
When I was between, I would say, nine and eleven we lived near a very busy street where there were many car accidents occurring often it seemed. In the late nights when we heard these terrible crashes my bio-mother would yell out for us to get blankets, and we would rush to the crashes. There were often horrific sights of horribly mangled bodies, and dead people. Even though the police, paramedics, fireman, and my bio-mother would be tending to these bodies I found myself attempting to soothe the frightened souls. They were confused as they were departing those mangled bodies. Often appearing to be in disbelief, and crying out in fear and confusion. No one knew they were there, and in their confusion they were fearing that they had nowhere to go. In all of this hysteria I do not know if I was of any real solace to them. I did try to let them know that their physical body was of no importance to them anymore. There was a church on the corner there, and I would often try to gather them on the grass with me. I knew from very young that this life was not all that there is, but I certainly lacked words to explain what I knew, and even so I was highly discouraged to speak of disease that I saw in a person’s body, or about death. I didn’t always have the discretion as a very young child to keep to myself what I saw, and therefore, I was guilty at times of blurting out a disease I saw growing in a person, or the fact that I saw them dying soon. I did learn that discretion as time went on. A painful lesson, yet a good one.
I’ll stop for now. Many blessing.