Today I want to shift the lens of perception and share about death and dying from a spiritual perspective. After all, this is day 47 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.
From our human point of view death is not necessarily a good thing. We humans thrive in our aliveness. We’re usually attached to our loved ones, our bodies, our houses, our friends, our possessions, our health.
Even though some might point out that we’re dying from the minute we’re born–we really don’t always appreciate that slant. Let’s live forever, the creature of our body might insist in no uncertain terms. Or at least as long as we experience health and mental acuity and vitality. Let’s not experience pain, deterioration, illness, accidents, suffering, death.
Today I’m going to talk about death from my personal belief and experience, even though I have never physically died. This may sound a little woo-woo to those of you who haven’t encountered similar situations, but what the heck. You guys know me by now.
Starting in 1988 when my grandpa died I have had multiple encounters with those who have passed over. I was lying in bed reading when Grandpa died. Suddenly I threw the book on the floor, closed my eyes, and felt his presence. Image after image filled the mind’s eye. Scenes that I had consciously forgotten from childhood. He warmly and lovingly showed me so much. Perhaps moments passed, perhaps an hour. The phone rang in the next room. It was my parents saying that Grandpa had passed away. He had died at the very moment his presence appeared in my bedroom.
I could tell you story after story. One day my husband’s former co-worker named Teddy appeared in my mind’s eye. Barry was napping on the couch, sound asleep. I knew that Teddy had died several months ago, but hadn’t thought of him since. He appeared cheerful but wanted to connect with Barry. He rattled off some information to share with him.
“What can I tell him so that he’ll know it was really you?” I silently asked Teddy.
“Tell him…” Teddy paused. “Tell him the Tigers won again.”
“Why don’t you tell him yourself?” I asked.
“Because you’re a good two-way radio,” he said. (Teddy was a radio operator in Vietnam, Barry reminded me later.)
When I shared the information with Barry later he laughed about the Tigers winning.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Every day when he came in the office,” Barry replied, “Teddy would tell me if the Detroit Tigers won or lost. It was definitely him!”
But enough about these kinds of stories. These experiences don’t happen much with me anymore. Instead, the ability to connect with those who have died has now been transferred to another extended family member.
Today I want to share my beliefs about dying from a spiritual perspective.
From this lens of perception–dying can be a beautiful thing. Why? Because in death we leave the heavy contracted materiality of our human bodies and join with the Holy. With God, love, the heart, spirit.
We release our burdens, our thoughts, our beliefs, our obstructions and we merge with the universal field of Oneness. So many stories come back about humans traveling through a tunnel of awareness that rises out of form into the empty/fullness of the Holy. Those who have “died” and come back to human consciousness report the beauty, joy and love of what lies beyond. Many do not want to return to the heavy clunkiness of inhabiting a human body once they’ve experienced the soaring transcendence of freedom.
Some souls may completely merge with universal wholeness. Others may begin another journey back into human form to learn more. Other options may exist. I used to have definitive opinions about past and future lives, but these days I am content to rest in not-knowing what happens after death.
But I am 99.99% certain that something survives after death. Something in us never births and never dies. We humans can hardly begin to wrap our minds around this because this exists beyond thought.
If we view death from a human perspective we will often grieve and despair and cry. If we view death from a spiritual angle we can perhaps sense the peace and joy and connection of reunion with the Holy. Both viewpoints are “true” depending upon where we choose to perceive. Neither is superior or inferior. In this dance of human and divine we’re able to experience both. We weep, we ache, we sorrow. It’s also possible to release, to embrace death, to transcend.
Please share your own thoughts and experiences about death and dying if you’re so inspired.