I realize that death is a very difficult topic for many people, both when thinking about the death of others and as it pertains to themselves.
We’re generally steeped in our cultural and religious views and tend to accept whatever we’ve been told since we were children. Perhaps every so often we’ll challenge some of what others told us, but mostly I think we run on autopilot, treating the whole issue of death based on how our parents or other influential people in our lives trained us.
I’m not sure exactly why, but I don’t automatically accept what others tell me. I’ve had to figure most things out for myself, to have them fit together in a way that makes sense to me or at least line up in some kind of order.
So, when I think about the subject of death, I challenge myself to see it from different perspectives.
One example of this is a poem I wrote. I wanted to explore with an open mind, so I sat and allowed thoughts, ideas, and pictures to form.
Here’s what came through me.
Death
God’s most misunderstood child
A child I’ve known and come to love completely
A guardian of the gate, a part of the dark mist before the veil
The first to welcome you back
before any of the bright lights appear
A beautiful poet with words that are music
An usher toward your own destination
according to your own beliefs
A friend who has waited patiently
for the moment of your choosing
How divine to know that true life begins with this child
What peace to know love and bliss share this child’s name
How thankful for this I am.
I feel a need to explain a little and to give you some context.
I have memories of life in heaven before I came to earth. They are mostly images and feelings and very difficult to translate into words. I think that’s the way it is with some things, they transcend what we are able to communicate to each other.
The poem attempts to offer an alternate view by sharing that death is a transition back to a place of love and bliss. I absolutely believe this. I know this because I’ve been there and will return once this earthly life is over. There is enormous peace in this.
I fully recognize that we all have your own set of beliefs surrounding death and that many of them are based on how deeply we miss those who have died, especially if it was under horrible circumstances.
I’m not saying that the associations with death are not painful or are easy to manage, but I do feel there is something important about knowing where we and those we love go to next, that can alter how we feel about death.
From my perspective of having been in heaven before coming here, I understand there is something very important to remember.
It may not feel right to you, because we judge things solely from our earth world perspective, but what I remember is that every essence is there in heaven. No essence is excluded, regardless of what role they played while on earth. We all came from heaven, and we all return to heaven, pure and sacred. And because of this, death means something different to me. Not an end, but a new beginning. A reunion with the divine.
There is a guardian at the gate who never judges, never refuses. They always welcome every essence back, because it is everyone’s home. Death is just the doorway we enter from.
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