The Journey............

The journey of our lives leads us all to one moment, the time of returning home.

Death.

Yet so many view this natural aspect of our experience with fear, which sees the whole conception of death and dying approached with denial and despair. 

I have never considered death as something to be afraid of, mainly because I have never believed that my body is the real me, it is just where I am living at present, like the ancient Egyptians I believe in celebrating death, as it returns us home.

I know many feel that when we shed our bodies we become nothing, fertilizer in a black nothingness, yet having witnessed the passing of many during this life story my view is entirely different, I have witnessed many amazing moments whilst in the company of 'death' each providing proof that we simply change form.

Mourning the loss of a loved one can be a beautiful time, a time of adjusting to an altered relationship with each other, for, as we adapt to their leaving we have the capability of connecting with them soul to soul. 

We are all so much more than we are taught to believe, there is so much more to each of us than the limiting confines of our human bodies.

Loosing the companionship of loved one is of course a time of sadness, no more can we physically see them, touch them, talk to them, hear them, or, hold them in our arms, yet, in reality they never leave,  by opening the heart to embrace them completely within us we have the ability to communicate with them in a far more intimate manner.

We all experience the  freedom and beauty of being without the body when we are dreaming, although we are not taught to be frightened of this practice, there is no difference to dreaming and dying, as in both cases we are without our bodies, in a realm totally unlike this third dimensional domain we view as the absoluteness of existence.

Preparing for the transition should be a time of sacredness, a time of deep love for honouring the  reverence of all life................