I AM NO STRANGER TO DEATH

Physical death is something everyone must eventually face. If someone you love has died, it makes sense that you would think about what happens after death.

My first jolt of that reality came to me in the 70's when my brother Stuart died, followed by the death of my cousin Jeff. Both were in their early 20's, young, fit and strong. Their deaths hit me hard. Emotional pain is one sure way to force a change in perspective and mine was spun around 180 degrees. I desperately needed to know if death was simply the end or simply a continuation of life on another plane of existence and in some other form. The need to know was a powerful motivator for me. Looking back, I wonder if the intense curiosity I felt was a way for my spirit guides or helpers to kick me in the butt and tell me to get serious about the spiritual part of my life.

It wasn't long before I got the proof I was seeking. I learned they were not far away at all. I saw them and received messages~ my three daughters had glimpses too~ and I knew that Stu and Jeff were just fine. Even today, whenever I need them, our thoughts meet and I am reminded that there really is no separation at all.

I believe it is more difficult for those who are left behind than for those who have died. There can be grief and sorrow, anger or guilt that lingers for years. Death often makes you think about your own physical existence, your own mortality, and that can bring up some frightening associations. Who will be next, Is it me? Anything that may extend your life, anything that keeps the wolf at the door, is sought after. I think there is a better way.

We should all ask questions about life or death or anything else, and turn inward for answers. Stop watching the clock and measuring success or failure according to some social, political or religious yard stick. Rely less on your five physical senses and more on the guidance from your own soul. It is a lot more reliable. Most important is the knowledge that it isn't the length of time you are here that matters, as much as the quality of the experience. That means living up to your potential, fulfilling your purpose and having a reverence for all life.

Life is a gift. Treat it as something sacred.

*I am dedicating this to my friend Karen Ettinger,
whose recent passing gave me a chance to remember.
She is with the stars and on the wind, and I know she is doing just fine!