Posts Tagged ‘Death’

Rudra Mantra for Colin

I’m posting this in honor of my friend Colin, who has left his physical body behind. Colin was and is a beautiful soul. Over the years, we’ve had many discussions about the Rudra mantra, and I know it was the puja he did for his best friend as a kind of last rite in his tradition. Our very last correspondence in late November synchronously led us to discuss this chant yet again.

Colin was the one to do rituals and hold sacred space for everyone he knew. I offer this on his behalf, because I know this is important to him. I’m not local — never met him in person — but I will miss his laugh. Of all the people I know who’ve crossed the veil, he’s one of the easiest to communicate with. I thought of him earlier this morning and a few hours before his friend emailed me to say he passed. This portion and version of the mantra feels most accessible for my blog.

I’m crying but not surprised. So many things had come full circle for him in recent months. He completed what he came here to do. Well done, sweet friend! Until we meet again …

Monday, April 16, 2018 Live Radio Links

Towards the end of my “Loose Ends, Astrology and my NDE” post, I mentioned this upcoming 8-minute live radio segment opportunity that appeared the morning after I committed to staying here. I have no idea what to expect from this interview, but here are the links to the live broadcast. It will occur on Monday, April 16th at 11:52 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time (US, same as New York City).  Below you can find links to get you to the live broadcast on the day/time of my show:

 http://www.allbusinessmediafm.com/studio2 and
https://tunein.com/radio/All-Business-Media-Nationwide-s281640/ and your broadcast can be heard live the day of your show. 

At some point, this broadcast may be archived, but I don’t know details about that yet. I just agreed to the 8-minute segment due to the uncanny synchronicity of me becoming aware of a relatively insistent opportunity right after my NDE in which I committed to finishing my books and allowing whatever visibility wanted to come my way. I hope you can join us on Monday.

 

Timothy Glenn ~ 2018: Welcome to the Storm

Today’s post comes from my “tell-it-like-it-is” friend, the beloved Timothy Glenn. In retrospect, you’ll find his pre-Eclipse article from August 2017 eerily prophetic. I have a few notes before his article begins. Since people always ask me for my own take on Tim’s information, I’ll share my comments here.
I very much agree with Tim’s observations about the Opt-Out Clause. I was just saying, “People are dropping like flies these days — young ones, too.” In addition to our dear friend Tim Martin who passed right before Saturn went into Capricorn, I’ve supported so many people and animals as they crossed over these past few months, and/or helped their remaining loved ones process the changes.
I do want to mention that in addition to those opting out, with the fertility work I do, I also see so many amazing souls opting in. The huge hearts, creativity and determination of the souls coming in right now, as well as those who’ve incarnated in the past few years, give me tremendous hope and inspiration for humanity and our planet. Please don’t read this post as a doom and gloom post! As Anatole France said, “All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy, for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another.” The old world is dying, but I know so many people embracing the new world in astonishing and beautiful ways.

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Alternative Tim Martin Remembrance

Thank you to everyone who’s left comments, emails or caring texts about our sweet friend’s sudden journey into the Otherworld. David and I are doing as well as can be expected. I feel so blessed to be able to use my gifts, skills and experience to help support Tim’s daughter Eimhear (“ever”) through this process. For me, this has been so helpful in my own grieving, as I know I am giving the greatest gift I could possibly offer Tim. She’s doing surprisingly well now that she knows her dad is very much in her corner, giving her signs and support and messages during this difficult time.

Eimhear’s mother (Tim’s lovely ex-wife Kathleen) started a GoFundMe site that explains how and why they’re going about things in a non-traditional way. Because of Tim’s reverence for the Earth, they’re allowing no chemicals into his body, which means no viewing, a cremation, and for now, they’re having just a private family ceremony. Eimhear and Kathleen initially contacted me to help plan a very “Tim” kind of wake or send-off, but as we’ve discussed options, a less “out there” ceremony for family members feels most supportive right now.

Kathleen started the GoFundMe page because a lot of people really loved Tim. So many people have contacted her asking if they can send flowers to the funeral home. As Kathleen says, “We understand Tim touched many people who are left shocked by his sudden passing who would appreciate the opportunity to express their grief in some manner, so we have opened this Gofundme in lieu of flowers that may have been sent to a viewing. Any funds donated will go exclusively to help cover Eimhear’s college expenses that Tim had previously taken care of.”

Please understand this is not a “please give money” post, but rather an option for those who loved Tim to be able to do something tangible in their grief. I know being able to offer tangible support to Kathleen and Eimhear has made this a beautiful, though difficult journey, so I wanted to share this opportunity for anyone who feels so led. Whether you knew Tim or not, if you’ve read this blog for the past 2.5 years, you’ve been touched by Tim. He was a huge presence in our lives and a rich source of inspiration and ideas, which he continues to be in so many ways. You can read more and/or donate by clicking here.

 

Snatam Kaur ~ Long Time Sun

Fly Free, T-Bird! We love you.

David and I just learned that our dear friend, Tim Martin, passed away yesterday. He was and is a beautiful soul and will be deeply missed. I mentioned him after the first of our moves to Kalamazoo: “Thanks again to our superhero friend Tim, aka T-Bird, for all the above and beyond help this weekend.” “Above and beyond” was right.

Tim was not afraid of Death. We spoke of it often, not in a morbid way, but in a natural cycles, Faery Realm, and depth psychology way. On Wednesday he texted me: “Interesting that my first memory is of my brother and I looking for snakes in a brush pile considering how my whole life can be seen as a chthonic journey; realized this this morning on the drive in”

I usually get a heads up when someone close to me is about to pass — sometimes months ahead of time with a 24- to 48-hour window of time when they’ll pass. I’ve had heads up about clients’ relatives I’ve never met, my grandparents’ deaths, my father’s death, death date of a friend’s husband and then sensed her own death. I don’t share this information, because you never truly know, and also I don’t want to give anyone any self-fulfilling prophecies.

But Tim’s passing came as a shock. As his best friends, we are deeply grieving the loss.

We knew he was going through a massive shift, and he sensed it would occur before Winter Solstice. Looking through texts and emails, there were many signs that his liberation might be a bit more dramatic than anyone, including Tim, anticipated.

Tim was a very, very good friend. A huge orb of love in an aching world. He wrote gorgeous poetry and was a voracious reader, always learning, always seeking truth. I used to call him Tim Bombadil after Tolkien’s character, Tom, my favorite from Lord of the Rings. He’s the only Cancer male I’ve ever managed to stay friends with, a 7/7 baby, magical to the core. He loved the Earth as his Mother, made beautiful altars and photographs, offered whiskey to faeries, and his daily communing with Nature surpassed most people’s once-in-a-lifetime peak mystical experience. We texted so often I needed to delete the text streams every six weeks to free up memory on my phone. Now I wish I’d kept them all.

His daughter Eimhear (“ever”) was the light of his life, and we send so much love to her and her family right now.

In a recent text, Tim told me he wanted to be reincarnated as a Nac Mac Feegle. He had nagged me into reading “The Wee Free Men” and then got me hooked on Terry Pratchett’s Tiffany Aching series. In gathering some poems and recent words for his ex-wife and daughter, I felt led to look up this quote about Granny Weatherwax, which, if you knew Tim as we do, you’d find so clearly applies to him, too, in his sacred grove.

And yes, Tim had a truly sacred grove, which we were blessed to enter with him on more than one occasion:

“Tiffany thought of the little spot in the woods where Granny Weatherwax lay. Remembered.

And knew that You had been right. Granny Weatherwax was indeed here. And there. She was, in fact, and always would be, everywhere.”
Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd’s Crown

As David said in a 3-way text stream with Tim on Friday, “Fly, T-Bird, fly!”

We love you, Tim. Nice to have such a brilliant ally on the Otherside, but we will miss your laugh, your constantly changing ideas, and your bear hugs. We’ll miss your great big heart that overworked itself all these years. Now you can love and be loved with no limitations.

Blessed Be, my friend. You were and are such a blessing in our lives.

Death of the Old: Let it Go and Embrace the New!

Just a very quick note today between sessions. I’ll start with an email reply I made to someone today:

This must be the time of many deaths. I think every session this week has been about people processing someone’s death or needing to deal with their own mortality. That is not to minimize your own losses, for which I’m sorry. It’s just bordering bizarre how many clients have had death as their session topic this week.
Life is good here, but I’m also having a kind of death of a version of myself in that we have so much wildlife here — very cool, but also such an abundance of it — that gardening will be extremely different for me. There’s not much point in planting most of the things I had planned to put in, as even with fences, there are tunnels, there are climbers, flyers, it’s kind of a free for all. I wanted a more manageable garden, so this transition is forcing that upon me. I can either fight all the critters full time and still lose or plan accordingly and not even build things up too big to begin with. Choose plants they notoriously don’t eat.

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Recorded Version of Saturday’s Live Radio Show

That was quick! For those who missed the live talk, here’s a link to the recording of my Saturday, October 8th Fireside Chat with Zany Mystic: http://bbsradio.com/podcast/fireside-chat-lance-white-october-8-2016

Lance and I spoke about death and life, Near Death Experiences, regeneration and sacred space, the vision to face our world’s challenges in creative ways, the power of story, permaculture and gardening, chaotic energies, past and future lifetimes, and multiple collective timelines. We even had a live caller receive a mini-reading from both of us. Thanks again to Lance White for a lively and engaging conversation!

Lee Harris ~ March 2014 Energy Forecast

Lee’s back, sharing many observations I’ve also noticed of late, especially about these intense times. His comments on Facebook and the speed of life are quite synchronous to today’s earlier post. I also just yesterday felt led to learn about facial acupressure, which focuses on the energy points of the head, face, shoulders and neck. Lee, too, expresses the importance of physical touch bringing our neurological systems back into alignment.

I always enjoy Lee’s calm, centered and grounded videos. He gives some comfort for people whose intuitive and psychic abilities allow them to catch glimpses of future timelines, reminding us that whenever we do arrive even in “the worst case scenario” that we will have had all that linear time in between to prepare for it. We have more strength than we realize when we continue to return to the present moment. Lee reminds us to envision peace in places like the Ukraine and other areas challenged by war. By keeping our own center and then radiating that peace outwards, we can influence things far beyond our own understanding. Please do take some time for yourself in these turbulent times!

Published on Mar 5, 2014

Lee’s March 2014 Energy Forecast – Finding the Present in Every Moment….

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All Is Well in the Land of Goshen

Several people have already contacted me, very concerned about how we’re doing in Goshen after 60 tornadoes plowed through Illinois and Indiana today. Thanks for your concern. We’re doing well here. I always tell people I cut deals with the Nature Spirits, and I’m really not kidding. Thor is the God of Thunder, associated with the THORN Rune of protection. I mentally draw that Rune all over our property every time I hear of or sense any sort of major storm. Synchronously, just as I sat down to post this announcement, Yahoo news flashed some story across my screen about THOR the movie. Yes, thunder and lightning and wind were very active today! But not so much right here.

I talk to the Nature Spirits like I talk to the bees who get mad at me for interrupting their meal while watering my bee friendly flowers: “Hey, don’t sting me. I planted these flowers, and I’m keeping them alive for you. Don’t sting the hand that feeds you. C’mon, live in harmony, eh?” and the bees let me do my thing without stinging me, just like the wasps when I remind them who planted the plants that house the insects the wasps eat. When storms come, I always request that the Nature Spirits protect our property, especially our home and gardens. I remind them that I can much more easily advocate for Nature if I have adequate living quarters and food. So far, so good. Although much of Goshen was tucked away in basements, I felt fine wandering around upstairs figuring what to wear for tonight’s outing. I just knew no storm would hit our house.

Tonight we had our Inner Transitions book group meeting scheduled in Three Rivers, Michigan, and we received an email saying they were on if we were. Driving there, we saw some pretty intense damage — the roof of a silo ripped off and insulation strewn all over the road; closed roads; miles and miles of downed power lines; a tower toppled over; branches and entire trees scattered across lawns and in ditches; pitch blackness all around. The house hosting the meeting did not have power, but they did have a wood stove and hurricane lanterns. They ran their generator so we could flush the toilet, since there were a dozen or so of us visiting from various locations. We had a lovely, lovely time! Somehow, having fluorescent lights replaced by the warm glow of a fire and oil lamps was just perfect. The people hosting expressed gratitude because they had consciously designed their home to be able to host such gatherings even in the event of a long term grid-down scenario.

I won’t discuss our Inner Transition processing, because that’s private, but tonight’s meeting underscored for me the sense of joy and return to soulful community that life without electricity has the potential to cultivate. The massive power outages, likely to stay out for weeks, also affirmed my own urge to get some extra preps in place last weekend. It was weird, because even while posting about the GridEx II drill, I didn’t really feel like that was it. I just felt like we ought to have some alternative heat and extra food and water available for us and for David’s parents. Unlike so many in Illinois, Indiana and Michigan, we didn’t end up needing those preps today; however, we sure would be happy to have them if we did. David’s parents’ garage window got smashed by a flying canopy, but they, too, are fine and have power. We are all grateful, and my heart goes out to those who lost their homes or who will need to survive without the grid at least for the near future.

Many people have spoken today about the Philippines, since the unexpected storms reminded them of how suddenly life can shift. People have asked me how to process such large scale devastation, and I have a bit of a different take on it. When such a large group of people pass unexpectedly, I truly believe they carry on in a different collective reality. They are on a different timeline, because their collective sense of reality hasn’t really had time to separate. When something that massive and that sudden takes 10K people at once, I really believe it’s like Avalon fading into the mists. That’s why I’ve never been afraid of dying in an “Earth destroying catastrophe.”

First of all, I’m not afraid to die. I’ve spoken to the dead since I was a child, and the dead speak back. It’s a transition, not the end.

Secondly, I have faced my own death on multiple occasions. The day after my brain injury, I awoke in my old bed at my parents’ house, feeling so cognitively different and not remembering how I got there that I actually thought I was dead. I wandered around the house and, finding no one there, really thought I might be dead. My parents have a graveyard behind their house, so I wandered outside to see if I could locate my grave. I figured if I were dead, I would remember where it was, or at least I’d find some fresh dirt that would lead me to my headstone. As I wandered, I saw no one but a deer, and the deer stared at me. “Hmmm, so the deer sees me, but animals often see the dead, so that proves nothing.” I finally got the idea to return to my parents’ house and call them each at work. I figured since they don’t talk to the dead that if I were dead, they wouldn’t be able to hear me. They both picked up and assured me that I was still alive and that I very much needed to go to the doctor. Immediately.

The doctor ordered an initial two weeks off work, and I was bored. Very, very, exceedingly bored. I kept trying to read, but everything spun around. The letters seemed to float like bubbles and gnats around the room. I finally focused all my attention to clear the print and read “The Sun Also Rises” in one day. I had read it many times before, so I didn’t notice that I couldn’t actually follow the plot. I already knew the plot. When I stopped reading and looked up, the room began to spin. It spun and spun and spun until I finally passed out. The next morning, I awoke to the most massive migraine imaginable. I had never had a migraine before, and this, supposedly, was not a normal one. I thought I was hemorrhaging. I called my dad and told him I’d leave the sliding glass door open in case he needed to collect my body. I made peace with the Great Spirit in a moment of wonder, “Oh!!! You exist!” And that was that.

I didn’t die, at least not physically, but everything I thought I knew about myself and my life, all the external definitions died. And yet something remained. That something is the reason I don’t fear death. I see that something in every client, every friend and every stranger. While others fear a collapse of the familiar or a collapse of civilization or the grid, I relish the possibilities. Yes, I want systems in place to be able to handle sewage, food, clean water and some form of heating … you know, the basics … because I don’t like unpleasant smells or desperation. I know we can prepare our communities with backup systems that treat the Earth better and protect us from ourselves.

But I do look forward to people turning inward, as they inevitably do when “tragedy” looms or strikes. I look forward to how real people become when suddenly faced with their own mortality. I have helped so many people die, walked with them as they prepared to transition from this life into whatever lives beyond. I’ve relayed so many messages from passed animals, parents and children — messages with such affirmations and synchronicities that “prove” (to the Soul at least) that life continues. All is well.

As Julian of Norwich said, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” We have agency. And life. We continue to co-create beyond the familiar. Who’s to say that won’t be our very greatest creation?