The Rite of Passage

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There are many honorable moments that happen throughout our lives. If we are lucky, when the opportunities arrive, the event will have our attention and respect to notice the celebratory gift before us. Myself along with many other family members were able to witness my father’s passing a few days ago. The mental imagery from a psychic point of view is something I would like to document as well as share with you. Death should not be feared or thought of as problematic, yet embraced with respect and dignity to the best of our abilities. Because of what I believe to be true, I feel it is important to share, helping assist others with the passing to the next level of existence.

My father of 76 years was able to make a transition into the energetic realm without much difficulty, in my opinion. I feel having many of his loved ones present during death only helped. Sure it was emotionally trying but we all didn’t forbid him to leave us physically. My dad is the second person I’ve been with while they were dying. From my experiences with metaphysical practices, I was able to assist making sure to do what was necessary to help with the transition.

The process was quick with dad and I used my instincts not asking for permission to do certain things I deemed appropriate. When the nurse (an angel in a human’s skin) came in, I did repeat what was said out loud in a stronger voice to make sure my dad heard. Raising the vibration of love and compassion mixed with acceptance for the inevitable. The importance of knowing what was going on by all in the room made a difference for the better in comfort, knowledge and respect as a whole. Our family physician came in twice during his rounds making everything easier for my mother along with us as well. Everything seemed to be a group effort, the way life should be without one person carrying the burden of “X”.

Metaphysically, the first inkling was to open up the window’s mini-blinds. I did this casually without saying anything to those in the room with me. Simply going over to the window and twirling the pole to open the slats welcoming in the morning light. I felt guided to create a place for movement between the worlds. So grateful to have a room with a window! The next thing that crossed my mind was to make him more comfortable and what better way then to play some Irish music. My brother questioned this move I did automatically, to which I replied, “Dad loves music and it will bring him comfort” helping with all of our angst in the long run. Both of these actions were done with deliberate intention thus helping the magic of life to be further fulfilled with the rites of passage.

As family members were summoned, morphine increased (know he wasn’t uncomfortable, only wanted to talk but couldn’t physically thus the furrowed brow misunderstood as discomfort… and I didn’t press the issue for the increase cause he would have held on longer) the mental imagery was more vivid with typical guests one would expect to appear during a death. Because the Irish music was playing, in his good ear, the Banshee came forth. When she arrived, I said out loud, “Okay, trying to handle the Banshee in the room” while my mom, brother, and spouse looked at me with questions in their eyes and sealed lips. Her yell wasn’t unpleasant, just more-so startling because it was my first time hearing her in this lifetime. I owe my dear friend for bringing the folklore from Ireland to my attention on this one. In my minds eye, she appeared simply as a 4 foot, medium built, cloaked, brown haired woman in her mid 40’s. I was not afraid of her, rather startled if I am to be honest. Her announcement for impending death was something I was not ready to accept. Fear is a tricky monster and unfortunately it attaches itself to things that should not be classified as fearful (which is what I’ve been learning the past week).

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Shortly after the Banshee sounded, I noticed The Grim Reaper standing in the hallway. This vision was not startling and had more of a sense of passage with calmness to him. Not sure if I was giving the Reaper a sex because of my beliefs or if a sex is assigned to the being. The Banshee was female but not typical as we humans know a female to be. This is true of the Reaper too. I think energetic beings take on the persona we idealize them with despite what they are truly are made of. Regardless, I did say out loud, “The Grim Reaper is here.” to which my brother replied, “Oh, Okay!” I don’t blame him one bit for the curt statement cause it isn’t something one saids typically. Actually, I was surprised that I said it out loud. Because I was taken back from the appearances and needing to voice things going on to help me with the process, perhaps I should have been more quite. Yet it’s not my personality to keep things lock inside. However, now thinking of my vocalizations, it may have not helped others and should have been something best kept to myself to be expressed at a later time.

At this point, my father’s sister had shown up along with my sister in law (whom I love dearly). I was more cautious with what I said out loud because of the mix of family bringing the count to nine in the room. At my fathers side, I told him in a strong voice (being his morphine increased to 6 milligrams) who had come to stay by his bedside. Not caring about what others thought about my motives, I was proud and honored to assist him with understanding the shifts in the Intensive Care Unit room he was in. Later I shared with my mother the vision of many backyard wild animals who ran through the room, out the window, guiding and ushering the next stage. My guess on the animals passing by was a testament of the care we shared with all of the outdoor animals our cats, windows, or other kill on our watch. Many were buried in the back yard or placed in the woods. The energetic recognition of my dear friend who stood up against the wall next to my mother for support along with my paternal grandfather who stopped by to show the way for his son into the next level of existence. All apparitions playing a part to usher a kind and loving soul to another field.

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My mother has summoned a priest to issue the last catholic rites. I had no choice but to drop to my knees and pray for an understanding father to not bind my father to his physical body but rather to help guide his transition to the next world with grace. I did not protest this catholic rite despite my misgivings of the ceremony, it was my mother’s wishes and I knew my dad and I would overcome misguided notions, superseding the inevitable. The man who came to administer the final rite was kind without pomp and circumstance. Eternally grateful for the person to administer and bond us all forever in prayer.

The last moments of my father’s physical life was my sister-in-law playing her children’s video in his ear. Their dad, her husband, my brother was away for work the other week and she recorded the 4 kids (aged 3 to 8 yrs.) saying hello to their dad during dinner. Her timing, sharing the voices of grandchildren is what made it possible for the transition of her father-in-law to take place. Not a moment too soon or too late; an absolute perfectly impeccable move on her part to assist. Spellbindingly magnificently choreographed, a man of great love was released from a physical body on the vibration of children’s voices to the after life.

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An Ask on Facebook’s Blue Aventurine Page

Keeping up with my shaman practices, I wanted to do a journey today and figured I would ask the people on Facebook if they had a question I could seek an answer to. Nothing personal but a broad ask that everyone could benefit from. Two separate journey’s were done with the responses I received. The messages were important enough to share here too.

Blue Aventurine, Disney

The first question was combined from two people, revolved around the state of the earth. More specific, Mother Earth’s rumblings of late. What should the light-workers be doing to better serve the earth? How to go about patching up the great divide and or confusion over how we (human race) can best serve our communities and the earth?

I did a half hour upper and lower world journey to bring back a message. To be honest, I have a hard time tapping into the earth. Not because of the lack of love, compassion, and yearning to do right by her but more so the pain and turmoil endured by mother nature is felt deeply in my core. My connection to the earth is strong and respectful. The answers to the questions were not surprising to me and I’m betcha you already know in your core what the replies will be.

Beginning in the lower world, I met up with my power animal. We went to a place green and lush to rest near a small clear body of water. This was a reflecting pool where we thought about our lives and the impact on others, including nature. In my opinion, focusing on our actions (what we do) will bring help easily to and for the earth. This can be obtained with little effort on our part if we always come from a place of love. Reflection is important within and without to move forward smartly, for everyone and everything concerned.

Animals are very much so being effected and affected regarding the health of nature. Turning to our pets or witnessing activity of outdoor wildlife holds messages from the earth. Take time to sit, watch and listen to surroundings.

Moving from the lower world to the upper with my power animal, several minutes passed to show me a better definition of  balance. This state of flux is always in play. For every good there is a bad. This is necessary and natural to occur in nature. The balance needs to be continual, perpetual. Nature has always lived this way and will keep on shifting to benefit earth’s well being. We cannot and will never fool mother nature, she is way to smart and should not be toyed with.

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The second shaman journey from a Facebook suggestion was to ask, how can we end the disparity between the haves and the have-nots in our world? How can we reframe our value system? Example, sports and entertainment celebrities are not exorbitantly over valued verses teachers, social or other public workers?

This time I went straight to the upper world for an answer from my spirit guide. My hand was quickly held and lead over to a table to play chess. This symbolism was to demonstrate how calculating and involved the topic of money can be to the masses. The next vision shown was a controlling dam holding back water. Steadily the water breached the dam and the current found a different route to get to where it wanted to go despite the obstacle. There is power in money, force and pressure too. It  is best to let money go where it needs to go. The path of least resistance is always best!

When I asked again about money, a blackboard appeared in grammar school fashion. Education is the way to level out the financial playing field. Not only for the up and coming adults but for us adults right now. Use what you can to educate yourself and others. Allow money discrepancies to be brought out into the open, thus helping to bring a balance for fairness and justice for all to enjoy a comfortable lifestyle.

The journeys are always filled with symbolism. Perhaps a word or two will strike a cord with you and create a different interpretation than how I understood the visions. Happy to continue the conversation in comments always!