THE ENDING AND BEGINNING OF DEATH

It seems to me that we are surrounded by a lot of death right now.

The death of loved ones, the death of ecosystems, or the death of old and outdated world views. Even the death of our identities as we move from one stage of life to the next.

In the western world, death remains an enigma. Taboo. Something to be avoided at all costs in our culture of worshipping perpetual youth. However, it is inevitable for us all. You could say, the other side of the coin of life.

 

My Grandmother recently passed from this existence to the next. She was ready. We were not. It has struck me multiple times as I have moved through the process of grief and release, just how much the mourning is for ME. Not her.

At the moment of her passing, I was woken in a different part of the world and in a different time zone. It was as if she herself had poked me awake (as she has done so many times in the flesh), so I could bear witness to what I call ‘the miracle of death’.

You see in that moment of her passing, all I experienced from her soul was a great sense of liberation and joy. Her human body had become old and limiting for her. She had all but lost her sight and her hearing was also worsening by the day. To have been freed from her physical form was a blessing and she was able to show me just how backwards our story of death has become.

Her human death felt more like a beginning than an ending. ‘She’ (in the biggest sense of that) was excited, illuminated and expansive and I felt no restriction. Indeed I could not help but join her in the celebration of her new existence. She passed through the veil of death/birth with grace and gratitude for all her life had brought with it. In her 89 years of life my Grandmother had fully traversed the road of her story of Me, to We and back again. Yes, she could have done more, been more and loved more. This much she admitted to me in that moment of her transformation. But then can’t we all? At the end of this lifetime, she was content and fulfilled. She was ready for a new adventure.

 

If those of us still living could navigate our many other life transitions with this level of consciousness, the world would become a very different place and fear of the unknown would all but disappear.

I will be 40 years old in less than a month. A threshold that feels like a mini death/birth in itself. As I move from adolescence to true adulthood and step out into the world in a new way, I find myself grieving for certain things in my past. I believe this is a natural and healthy part of the death process. Indeed grief and love are very closely aligned. Our memories create future resources that we can draw upon when faced with times of confusion and doubt. Our love reminds us of what is really important, as we continually shed our outer skins and grow older.

Perhaps all we need are guides, friends and fellow journey men and women to remind us that life and death are interchangeable in the biggest story of our universe. That when we fully step into the awareness that we are eternal energy, constantly expressing itself in new forms, then we will relax a little more and enjoy the ride!

 

Embrace the process of transformation.

Restory the experience of death / birth.

Renew your life and step fully into your power as a conscious, universal being.

 

You have the choice which story you live in.

Why not choose one of joy?

 

 

 

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Reflections of Grace  
  1. It is more often quiet than loud
  2. It speaks the language of the heart
  3. It dances in light and dark
  4. It connects every living and dying thing
  5. It is the force behind miracles
  6. She / he appears in many guises
  7. It is there at our beginning and our ending
  8. It seduces us into our greatest adventures
  9. It allows us to let go and to let in
  10. It unifies and separates
  11. Grace is a gift given through the eyes, the breath, the kiss
  12. You are its holy longing
  13. It is what makes you ... you

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