43. There Is No Death

There is no death. We came from the Source, landed here as babies so tied to God that we knew we are elements of God. We forget. But remerge, by choice or by chance in life. And certainly in death.

I feel like I may be retelling stories.  I am going to accept that and do it, because there is some reason that stories come up again.

In the Elisabeth Kubler-Ross books, she sites endless experiences of the perceptions of those who have died and returned.  People, on the whole, see light and beauty and loved ones.  Many get depressed when they return to this mundane world.  

At Elizabeth Ann Seton Parish, a lady bishop was speaking the sermon.  She had a new baby at home, and her eldest was three.  The older daughter kept begging and begging to be alone with the infant.  Curious.  Fear provoking.  Why?  The family set up the baby camera and monitors for safety.

The three year old was given her opportunity.  She went in and was talking sweetly to the newborn.  She asked/begged the baby, “Remind me what it is like, I am beginning to forget.”

I have tears in typing that, because children can bring heaven to earth.  They remind us to trust, love and enjoy the small things.  They are so close to God.  Many remember.  And they realize that we have separated and often have no skills for reconnecting.  

Actually everyone has skills.  Everyone reconnects. We feel a crazy bliss state run through the body and mind.  A breath during sunset.  A kiss.  Chasing a laughing toddler.  But we forget.  We can remember.  

There is no death.  We came from the Source, landed here as babies so tied to God that we knew we are elements of God.  We forget.  But remerge, by choice or by chance in life.  And certainly in death.  

42. On Death and Dying

For over a decade, “On Death and Dying” by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross has graced my bookshelf.  It’s Mom’s copy.  When sorting through all of her stuff, it was a keeper.

I read a library copy of the book, and many others like it, in my first year of college.  I was writing a paper on death, the cultural approach, the facts and the perspectives, and the insights of people who were declared dead and then phoenixed. I have had a lifelong interest in how the “soul” continues past the death of the body.  

(I put that in quotes, because anyone who reads this immediately jumps into their own belief system in the word soul.  I don’t have a personal hold on individuality past the end of the body.  It feels like the individuality may do more of a merge with the universal, and yet can be distinguished as individual by those still in bodies.  Way too much to explain in a side note.) 

It is fun to read and hear about near death experiences.  DeeDee’s X, Mike, was in a coma for months.  He came back to life.  I had to ask:  What was it like?  He said, “It was like being every religion at the same time… I will never fear death again.”  He was elated, vibrant, excited to continue on earth. Yet, he had lost his limbs when the blood rushed to his core to fight the infection.  Elated, excited.  I hope he retained some of what he experienced!

In writing my paper, I didn’t learn anything new.  It has been with me all along.  Dorothy and the red slippers.  There is no place like home.  And we are always home.