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.

Day Two of Aromatherapy Auditing

Not exactly sure about all the comments I made today (not to mention the stories) with the group. Because of all the essences on our bodies and in the air, things get rather zany. There are moments of deep thought and pure relaxation followed by anxiety and apprehension settling back into peace and harmony. Because I am so sensitive to energies, it’s rather challenging for me to figure out what my personal struggle is within a group dynamic. Yep, I know it may read like a cop out for not dealing with my problems, not my intention however. There are dramatic pros and cons with involvement in workshops for me. I’m very particular for what I sign up to do and where I go. This aroma group is very special to me. Part of the love I feel is the ability for total strangers to open up and share personal issues. I really do hope it was much different for the group in a positive way but today was a very tough day for me in figuring out which way was up. I am grateful to audit because the time spent is observing in a room filled with fabulous smells and love. I’m loving this audit advantage because I’m sharing the weekend with my journal. Little bottles of essences, full of big beautiful LOVE. All you need is love! (click if you would like some music to read along to)

4-21-12 Know your limits. Believe and trust yourself. Wisely try some different things but take a few seconds first and tune into your inner knowing. Trust with education and body acknowledgment. Stand in your truth. Tune into the plant, aroma, essence and ask to elevate the problem before you. Allow a communication to occur. Unplug your ears and hearts. You will be fine, you’ve gotten this far why not explore a bit more. The better one of us is, the better we all become. Ask questions. If you don’t know who or how you will receive the answer, reset your posture, make a shift, then ask again. Pay attention to your body’s reactions, the reply can come to you as a heartbeat, ache, twitch, lean or pendulum sway.

Something I have come to believe: We are never alone. There is always support all you need to do is ask. Love is abundant.

Resistance, facade, armor… they all take way to much energy to cover who you are. Of course there are times (with love) we dawn a hat to protect those out of our respect with a need to support them. Putting on a hat to act in a way opposite of our true feelings is appropriate at times. Go within, drop the anchor, let it fall without fan-fair (relaxed quote from John). “What you resist, persists” said Wendy. Use your intuition, ask and enjoy how you get the message. Start a new habit. Build upon what you know to be true. Allow health to flourish inside and out, within without.

It is wild how the conversation keeps on spinning amongst the members of the group. Questions are raised with a different structure but all seem to have the answer in common, love. Chapters in our lives fill with suggestions picked up from advice, solicited or not. Aimed at us, for us or not, it all matters. Don’t give away your power. Have a strong support group to surround yourself with blessed family and friends.

Animals have an acute awareness to the aromas and other emotions. Our furry (scaly-feathered-smooth skinned) friends need fewer drops of essences because of their small size in comparison to our body mass. The animal companions mimic many of our troubles, sample our worries, celebrate our joys and take on problems in order for us to have a better day. We love them for many reasons and value their friendship and limitless concern for our well being. Love, love, love.

Believe systems. You have our own sets of values that can be changed whenever you wish. Be respectful. Plants teach from their core from a place of compassion for all life. The plants live this way adhering to their natural cycle dependent on other organisms and environments. They are in harmony with others accompanying the earth. Humans (for the most part) have transplanted and forced an unnatural rhythm upon the plant kingdom. Pushing our needs and wants on another kingdom is not coming from a place of love. No integrity, concern or honor is felt with any invasive action. We should all be more aware of our actions. More thoughtful movements will effect others, no matter how big or small or if they vote or have pockets to carry cash. Humans should strive to mimic the Golden Rule and adhere it to the earth, continuing the love spectrum in a healthy balanced way.