Ideal Death And More On Life And Death

So many people are indeed afraid of death, I guess. I lost 20 subscribers when I published part 1 of this Life & Death series last week. Well. Sorry for those who are so scared even to read about death, but we cool people go ahead and think more about death.  Not that we like morbid topics. But because facing our mortality and freeing ourselves from the fear of death is the critical step to living a truly fulfilling life.

I get to see various death scenes in the Akashic Records. Are some ways of death more preferable than others? What would be the ideal way to die? Although we don’t get to choose how we die, this is an interesting topic to ponder.

Do we get to know when our time is up?

I guess that is possible. Wild animals seem to be able to do so. So if someone is at peace with the idea of their upcoming death, they might get to know. They may not tell their loved ones, however, because they don’t want to surprise them.

I still remember a story I read years ago. It was about the writer’s friend’s father-in-law. He was in his mid eighties and had been living with his son’s family since his wife passed away. The essay described him to be in good health – he could take care of himself in the day to day life. When he wanted to go to town, however, someone accompanied him just in case.

One day, he wanted to have haircut. So his daughter-in-law went out with him. After that, he suggested they’d get some coffee and sweets. They went to one of those nice bakeries where fresh house-made cakes and tarts are served. He thanked her saying, “You are not my birth family, yet you’ve been taking care of me the most.” She thought it was so nice of him to say that, but didn’t think much about it.

When they were checking out, she saw him buying more than a dozen cakes to take home. She asked, “There are only three of us at home. Who is going to eat all these cakes?” (With fresh cream, etc, they only last for a day or so.) He just smiled. She thought it was strange, but she let him do what pleased him. He went to bed early that evening.

Next morning, the family found he passed away during the night.

So they called the relatives, who came in immediately, and – they found themselves eating those cakes!

“This is so strange. It’s as if he knew and wanted to look nice to see his wife again.” “He was like that always – very considerate to everyone around him.” “It’s good he passed away at his home. These days, most people die at hospitals, and it’s kind of impersonal.” The conversation continued in his memory, who passed so peacefully.

Preparing for death

That’s one of the most beautiful story of death I know. I wish I could pass like that. I guess the ideal way to die is to die in old age when the physical body weakens and naturally lets the soul go. That would be least painful, and you get to have some time mentally and emotionally preparing for the upcoming death. It would be easier for the family to accept, too.

The second best would be to die due to some kind of disease – this would come with a bit of pain (hopefully not too much) but you still get some time to prepare for the death. I mean, if you can accept it is coming.

Really sad cases of death

I don’t want to say some deaths are “bad” — in the long, long run, we all end up in the same place (I think – that is my current understanding). However, certain death are indeed more traumatic and damaging. Like death by violence (murder, war, persecution, accidents). These involve so much physical and emotional pains, and usually don’t give enough time to be prepared. When I do reading for souls who went through these deaths, it’s really sad. Sometimes, the pain and the damage carry over many following lifetimes.

By the way, I’m not “afraid” of death, but I don’t particularly like seeing dead bodies. Please don’t send me gross pictures just because I challenged you in the beginning of this article. That is un-cool.

How about death to young children? The way I see it is it really depends. Just because someone is physically young doesn’t mean they are immature spiritually. They may actually know what is happening and in peace, more so than the adults around. I’m compassionate when it happens to the young (as well to the older), but I also think age is quite relative. Of course, there are children with young spirit and don’t really understand nor accept their death.

Suicide and the soul

I’m still studying how suicide may affect the life of a soul. Some says it is definitely no good, others like Michael Newton (authority in past life regression therapy and the author of Journey of Souls: Case Studies of Life Between Lives – I will be writing the book review of this soon) says it depends on the age and situation.

I personally haven’t seen souls who have caused major issues due to their suicide in past lives – I don’t know if this means souls who have committed suicide don’t come to spiritual healing like mine or if they have problem with reincarnation. So this is part 2 of my Life and Death series. I found the comments to part 1 very interesting and illuminating. What do you think about death, and life after death? Do you believe in reincarnation? Let me know by writing your comment! (Photo by aeioux)

Freedom From The Fear Of Death

Is the fear of death interfering your enjoyment of life?  Do you think you’d live so much more courageously and fully if you could be free from the fear of death?  Even if you are afraid of even talking about death, please stay around.  I can show you why you don’t need to be that scared.  (photo by sirwiseowl)

My first memory from age 15 months about death

My very first memory is from a day when I was 15 months old. For a long time, I thought this happened much later in my life, but my mother confirmed the date because that morning, she took me to the periodic checkup and she remembered the event in the afternoon, too.

(I guess we discredit the babies’ ability a lot. Just because they can’t explain things in words doesn’t mean they don’t understand nor remember. I’m not surprised if someone remembers the day he or she was born or even earlier.)

I remember I was wearing a dress. My mother was one of those old-fashioned people who would dress up even the small kids when she was to go “out” — meaning going outside of the everyday range of our lives. So, even though I usually wore comfortable cotton pants and shirts, that day I was wearing a dress. I hated it. Even worse than the dress were what I was forced to wear on my little feet. I had patent leather shoes and white socks with nylon lace around the ankle. The lace irritated my skin.

My mother and I were somewhere very crowded. There were huge vehicles, much bigger than the cars I was used to see around my place. They roared and shook the ground, and I was scared. (My mother later told me we went to the train station. Those were buses and industrial trucks.) Many many people moving around.

Death as separation

I didn’t quite understand what was going on. What I knew was that I didn’t want to cross the road. I squatted on the sidewalk. (This is why I remember my socks so well.) Now here is the weird part. It wasn’t like my mother was trying to kill both of us (she wanted to visit her mother, who lived in another city), but somehow I though of death while watching those traffic and sitting on the sidewalk.

I knew, right then, death was about separation. “Once we cross over to the other side, there is no coming back.” I thought, and the very sense of distance and the irreversible nature of the change dazzled me. For a one-year-old, that was a pretty good understanding of death, I think. (This may be my first channeling experience.  That is, the understanding came from the spiritual plane.)

The physical changes such as not breathing or the heart not beating are superficial signs of death. Death is about moving on to another side of existence — to “cross over”.

Double standard of death in organized religions

Much later in my life, I had this dream about death that had the joyous sense of going home. In that dream, death was a completion of this lifetime that could be accepted with peace.

Death of a loved one is sad because it is about separation. We lose them – as they were in the physical form. Very sad and we do ourselves service by spending time in mourning.

However, it is important to note that death is not a punishment. Gosh, if death was a punishment, the whole life is condemned. It’s like running into a 100% certain catastrophe! And some religions teach you can buy salvation from this catastrophe? OMG. While I respect everyone’s faith, I must say some organized religions manipulate their congregations with fear tactics, by setting up double standard about death.

One of their teaching is that death is bad and people who die young did something wrong. (Or died for everyone else’s sins. . .) So their congregations run around fearing death, the image of death tainted with guilt and shame. On the other hand, they say heaven is our home and the dead is happy there.

Death as transformation process and life after death

Everything in this physical world is designed to end. That is how things get renewed here. But we are not just our bodies. Our soul, the energy within us, moves on after it leaves its host body. So death is a transformation process. There are many past life regression therapists such as Dr. Weiss who support this view of death. It’s great we are finally liberating ourselves from the myth and fear of death.

I’m happy I help people see through their many lifetimes in my Akashic Record Reading service.  It’s another way to understand ourselves as spiritual beings that transcends deaths.

Are you afraid of death? Are there any aspects of death that you are confused about? Let me know by writing it in the comment