Did I really do this? Did I shoot myself in the foot by openly starting a debate on a taboo? Why is death still a taboo in this time and age though?
This reflection on death was triggered by my witnessing from afar the death of several aged people who were in denial of the gravity of their illness and who acted like fools and nearly destroyed, because of that, the lives of their loved ones by acting totally foolishly. I know I only had one side of the story as it was relayed by people I know but I couldn’t help thinking that if these people were less afraid of death or of talking about death, then perhaps all that pain and suffering would have been spared for everyone involved. To me, it seemed like these dying people were fighting like cats against the inevitable and although it is good to have a will to live, in certain circumstances the fighting actually makes things a lot worse because of the fear that is involved.
From very young, I have always been fascinated by death, to the point that my parents thought I was weird and even wanted to take me to a psychologist. I think I was only in my twenties when I started reading books by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross on death and the dying. Again, my parents watched me doing this with disgust. Death was never discussed at home. But to me, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross was raising such important issues and doing sacred work and yet she has been dead for six years now, and I don’t feel things have progressed immensely.
Nobody knows for sure what happens when we die, yet there has been an incredible amount of testimonies about Near Death Experiences that most people would be well advised to read. I know it’s not conclusive and scientists have debunked the whole experience has hallucinatory but to me they make so much sense that I wish more people would read them. Just to know that when you are in the process of dying, you leave your body, you feel no pain and you meet with loved ones on the other side is so comforting that personally that would be enough for me to feel a lot more relaxed about dying.
Perhaps because I have always been so interested to research this topic that no one wants to talk about, especially when their lives are touched by life threatening illnesses that oblige them to face the fact that we are all going to die one day and at that particular time in their lives, death has come to look them in the face. And it’s true, the only thing we can be sure on this earth is that one day, we are going to die. So why do we avoid the subject at all cost?
This interest of mine has lead me to investigate reincarnation. And again, there is so much to read about the concept. First of all, there is Ian Stevenson’s book Twenty cases suggestive of reincarnation, where the author investigates cases of young children who have retained the memory of their past lives to such a detail that he was able to track down the family of their past incarnation and make contact and confirm stories. If this was not enough, there are now countless of books written by hypnotherapists who stumbled upon “past lives” that their clients shared whilst in trance. My favourite ones are “Many lives many masters” by Brian Wess. This book actually made me so interested in hypnotherapy that I eventually trained as one. My other favourites are books by Michael Newton in particular “Journey of Souls”. All these book contain fascinating stories about memories unveiled about past lives but also about the process of dying and life between lives. Even if when reading you still think that this is a nice theory reading such books can give such insights and inspiration that I really recommend their reading.
And then, to take my interest further, I trained with the Penny Brohn Cancer Care to help people who live with cancer and one of the sessions we had was with the St Peter’s hospice and that was truly educational. The impulse to do this was the diagnosis of a brain tumour detected on my father. That was in 2007. His tumour is not an aggressive cancerous type but the brain being the contained space that it is, it is neverless a huge thread and it impacts his lifestyle more than we would like it to do. And recently, after a six months respite, we learnt that his tumour was gaining space again and of courses, for me, it raised the subject of his mortality. Not to mention that two of my favourite aunts have died in the past year and one of my favourite uncles. Plus my cat has been diagnosed with a tumour on his heart with not much time to live.
It’s sure, knowing about life before life or life after death and knowing that they survive helps. And to me, this is more than a hypothesis because when my grand mother died in 2001, she came to me in a dream and said goodbye. And a few months later, I witnessed my then three year old daughter talk discuss with a white blob in her bedroom in the middle of the night, only to learn a few days later that her great grand mother had died at that precise moment.
I am sharing all these stories because I believe we live in a time and age where death should not be taboo anymore. And that if it wasn’t such a taboo, then we could live better lives and approach our mortality in a much more “relaxed” or at least peaceful manner although the timing of it always comes much too early to our liking and I understand that.
Interestingly this topic of death has surfaced as I am now expecting another child and I cannot help thinking that life and death are as intimately linked as the sun and the shadow that it creates.
So can you talk about death?
A lovely day to you all
Anges de Lumiere
dear beautiful Anges…
on halloween, this is not such a weird topic to bring up…
oops, take that back, it is now 5 minutes past our celebration…
of what? death, no… life yes…
altho I know that mon and tues are also sacred to many groups.
I am just not familiar with those to have much info to contribute.
and I noticed you mentioned learning about life after life, and life after death… I once used those terms to a shrink and he pointed out to me that I did not use the term death after life.
I spent a lot of time pondering that one for years…
I helped my dad in his final days. he told me he was ready to rest, I told him it was ok. he needed to hear that from me.
I dreamed my mom was going to die, she came to me and told me she was also ready to rest, and then dad came in dream to tell me it was ok, he was there to help. I called her doctor and told him she was going to pass that nite, and to stop all fussing with her, keep her comfortable and out of pain, and she was already reaching out to her loved ones… that nite I happened to go to a dream workshop, talk about perfect timing… and I told this dream to 2 native american women, and they both said at the same time, grandmother… I said no, mom. they said I needed to ask my grandmother to help my mom… she had passed when I was about 9 months old, never met her… so on the drive home, I talked out loud to my grandma, asking her to help my mom. I got home, put my daughter to bed, crawled into bed, and got the phone call. and a few minutes later, her doctor actually called and told me no one had ever told him that before.
sometimes you just know. it was 11:45 pm, on spring equinox, and 15 minutes before anniversary of my dad’s bday… I just said she did not want to miss his birthday party.
and then I went to be with my late hubby to help him transition as well. another long story… not needed here now.
I have had dreams where I see someone die, and it does not affect me, but everyone around me, and they too came true later in the day I had the dream.
I have also woken an old friend from a several month coma, when I traveled there in a dream and told him it was time to let go or be prepared to fight for his life. he awoke the next day. altho he has no memory at all of a coma… brains do that.
kinda like a safety valve I think…
I was taught that what we do in our lives makes a difference and we should treat our lives as if they are our only ones…
and to treasure and honor life…
I am not sure exactly what I believe any more… and it does not bother me either. I have no fears of death, only of pain.
I believe if we are able to accept the idea of our bodies passing on, or our souls passing on… it would be better to deal with. for ourselves and for loved ones. it can give you those few extra moments in time with your loved one…to say those things that you need to…
often the dying wait for their loved ones to arrive, many others pass over when their loved one leaves a room.
I have had to make choices for loved ones, on what their final treatments were, and I had to discuss this with both dad and late hubby. my dad did not want to talk about it, so I respected his 81 years on earth, that was his decision, except the last day, I knew he was ready. and he knew it then too.
hubby took more talking and reassuring, and finally he told the docs, and he asked to be intubated… he said to rest, hmmm. but no one else was ready. I knew ahead of time on what date he would pass, but I would not tell anyone else the date before. I knew the docs would try and wake him, I knew when he left his body, the chill in air was overwhelming. and yet the machines still beat for days. I told the nurses and doctors what they needed to do. just let him go …
but I do have a theory, nothing at all proven… but I feel it may be harder as we age. we get comfy in these bodies and the fear of the unknown can be overwhelming. so they hold on for dear life, every gasping breath, every groan of pain… to not let go of that which they have grown so accustomed too. and they fight so hard.
now I do respect those that have that strong will to live, even if they have been in a coma and dropper fed for years. their bodies are still strong, and something will not let go.
for their families, it is agony.
or so I have observed first hand.
this subject came up recently. I cant remember who started the post tho… but some interesting ideas of just going poof with a drop of dust, or something close, and another to go poof and leave their scent… if it were only that easy for all of us.
altho often I do smell my dad still. I know he visits often.
and mom too, but she is not as comfortable with it. and many old friends also visit. they seem to be watching over me, and I find it rather comforting at this point.
I was never taught to fear death. no threats of heaven or hell. the times as a child I heard or experienced it, it was just sadness , a loss for the living. but then I was also told that we always live in the hearts of our loved ones.
mine are always close.
and now I rather like that I have been to services or gatherings, that actually honor their lives. the good things that we have to remember and forever hold in our hearts.
and I can understand why you, Anges, would be thinking more about this subject now… life is a cycle of death and rebirth. it happens with our seasons, and we are going into the darkness for 6 months now, at this time of year. I do believe our energy does not die, but our vessels that held our souls do run down. and then we are either returned into another birth/body, or we are rejoined to the great ocean of souls, or god, whatever one may be comfortable using… I once heard a wise man say something similar, and I questioned whether he was talking about one OR the other, or saying they both happen, first reincarnation and then rejoining of the great ocean, as if being a drop and how the drop looses its identity as it reconnects with the One, the eternal, the source, the infinite, whatever anyone wants to call it…
when I asked that and/or question, his reply after he took my hand, was… why dont you research it and come back and tell me. so I responded, if I research it, I wont come back to tell you.
and he just smiled.
so I smile too, I treasure life, but I am not afraid to die. I just hope that my loved ones will rejoice the love I had for them, and go on with the experience of their own life.
but if you are mean to me… I will haunt you…
oops, sorry, I just had to write that as it passed thru my brain!
oh, another thought, I read someone wrote, afraid to die alone, and I responded, we are never alone.
wishing all a love filled life, and a peaceful release, when it is the time for it. we all are surrounded by light and love♥
Dear Margo,
What a magnificent and profound post. Thank you for sharing your experience and your inspiring thoughts. I am blown away… like the leaves in this autumn sky
Love to you, beautiful soul sister
Anges
Loved this post, Anges! When I was younger, I feared death, the thought of not being “me” anymore in this body and living this life and living in these surroundings. When I was 19, I experienced Oneness at my parent’s beach and since then, I have no fear of death.
When my mother in law was diagnosed with inoperable cancer, she invited all her children-nine in all-to visit her in the hospital and decide what to do. My husband and I arrived first and we had the chance to talk to her before the others arrived. She didn’t know what to do and my husband was having a difficult time. I finally said,”It’s your choice.” She could have had chemo, which would not have extended her life much or with much quality. When the other family arrived, they discussed everything but her impending death. I was so glad my husband and I got there first. I think it meant a lot to her; she had hospice care at home. I recall sitting in a chair and catching her eye. She looked liked she was ready to go and I think she knew that I conveyed it was okay. That was in December of 2007. I read a poem about her at the graveside-it snowed that morning-and in part it was about how she sat in a chair in the corner of her living room, making baskets. She was half Chinook Indian; basically I said she would always remain in a corner of our hearts.
I’ve also lost my daughter of three years(in 1989) and my father the same years. Yet, I feel as if they left me wonderful gifts of their presence and what I learned from them. My daughter was wise beyond her years and said things you would not expect from a child that young. She was the protector of her older brother, also. When my father died and my mom was upset, she said, “You just need a new daddy so you won’t be sad anymore.”
I don’t mind talking about death;and I just connected with my sister’s best friend who lost her two sons within 107 days of one another a year ago. We talked and she said, “I knew I came to this jewelry party for a reason.” We plan to talk again, too. I believe in a vast consciousness and that we choose to come here. Perhaps reincarnation is a fact; all I know is our own consciousness doesn’t die. Thank you.
Love and Light,
Lauren