No Wrong Way to Die

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If it happened to me, I’d make different choices.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my mother and her treatment options since her diagnosis of a stage 4 glioblastoma multiforme.  You know, the big, bad, nasty brain tumour.

I can’t help but put myself into her shoes.

This last visit could not have been timed more perfectly.  I think I caught my mother right in a sweet spot, right after the last nausea-inducing monthly round of chemo and the “Oh yeah, that thing’s definitely growing, let’s get it out” surgery.  I think I caught her on her best week since her radiation began, and I’m so grateful for that.

I’m also grateful that I got to go to one of my mother’s appointments and see for myself how she and my father are relating to the care team.  She’s not just along for the ride, she wants all they can do for her, she wants to put off that day for as long as possible – the one where the tumour comes back and there’s nothing they can do.

I also deeply honour her decision to live, the determination she tapped into shortly after her diagnosis when she knew in her body she could make the tumour disappear.  “Just watch me do it!” her soul whispered.

I honour my mother’s choices and her experience, I am not doubting her choices and I’m proud of her for asserting herself in the face of this terrible disease.

I just can’t help but think about what I’d do differently.  My choices would not be better – in fact they could be arguably worse – but I think about them all the time, and I’m compelled to talk about them.  Thank goodness Sweetie doesn’t seem to mind.

*** People, please know that Sweetie’s Dad is in the hospital too, and could use all the healing and prayers you care to give him.  This last trip was overshadowed for both of us, wondering how many “last times” we were experiencing with our parents.

I talk about what I would do differently as a way of warding it off, like bringing an umbrella prevents rain.

I would not opt for life-prolonging treatment, not at the expense of however many “bad days”.  I would not cash in a good week on a gamble that I might have more good weeks down the line.  I’m a bird in the hand kind of gal.

I would rather have one good week than a few crappy months.

I’ve been thinking a lot about why I would make such a profoundly different choice.  Erik & I have previously talked about The Miracle of Life; the paradox and danger of understanding that our consciousness goes on after the body dies.  If you value the consciousness more than the body, then you start to devalue your own life and the lives of others. 

I’ve been thinking about why I’d go for a short good life than gamble it for a longer, maybe just as great lifespan.

The root of my thinking is not based in my work as a medium, but in my experience as an animal communicator working as a veterinary assistant for five years. 

My death education began with my animals as a kid, and my first exposure to the worst parts of suffering and humanity were in that veterinary clinic.  I remember the first dog I held as he was put to sleep.  He looked a lot my childhood German Shepherd.  He was young and healthy, and it seemed like such a crime to put him down. 

I remember the ancient black Labrador, emaciated from neglect and disease, but who always gave us a loving wag of his tail whenever we approached him.  This fellow was an SPCA seizure, and had spent most of his life in a backyard.  He was not suffering, and so the vet brought him to the clinic and spread orders for everyone in the office to give him as much love and attention as they could for the next week.  One of the vet techs even slept over in this dog’s kennel to keep him company.  I was the one who held him as he slipped from his body after the best week of his life.

I assisted with dozens of euthanasias during my five years at that clinic.  The vast majority of deaths at the clinic were gentle, and only when no more could be done.  I soon recognized the change, the look in an animal’s eye, or in the tension of their body that said, “I am done.” 

Most people don’t have the choice of medically assisted death, so their bodies go through a slower transition and that can look like terrible suffering, which leaves the surviving loved ones in a lot of pain, remembering those last hours or days.

We like to think of our consciousness as one static thing, but our consciousness changes when we’re incarnated, and is changed again each time we leave a body. 

Our body has it’s own consciousness too.  Our bodies *want* to live.  They want to experience pleasure, eat, sleep, have sex, be excited, be outraged, be passionate – feel alive!  We were born with an autonomic nervous system and our bodies want to use it!  It’s like the “passing gear” on a really sweet car.  What’s the point of a porche if you don’t floor it once in a while?

The body does all sorts of disturbing-looking things while it’s shutting down, and observing this process can pile anger and guilt on top of grief, especially if there is a sense the death is “wrong”. 

We the living really want to “should” death.

Death, you should be painless.  You should be perfectly-timed.  You should come softly as a friend, as a sigh of relief, of forgiveness, or love.

This idea has formed in my mind as I’ve translated the death experience of hundreds of people and animals for their loved ones in session.

Only the body fights death.  The soul does not. 

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While we are incarnated, our “You” consciousness is fused with the consciousness of our body animal.  Start by thinking of the purple circle as your soul, and the green circle as your body.  When you’re incarnated in a body, the two levels of consciousness overlap.

When your body is hungry, aroused, in pain – that experience is processed by your body, and it impacts the “higher” part of your consciousness. 

There is so much overlap between the body and the soul, that the overlap is really a new facet of consciousness that didn’t exist before you incarnated.  Your unique “You” plus your body has created something that did not exist before your incarnation in this life.  Your soul and your body had a baby, and it’s the new YOU.

Cool, eh?

When I’m communicating with someone who died, it’s the purple circle that’s exchanging energy with MY purple / green overlap.  Sometimes my physical body interprets the communication in physical sensation, sometimes my consciousness “gets it” and my body’s brain has to translate the concept into English.

After someone dies, that green circle falls away, but the green / purple overlap remains, and becomes a part of that purple circle.  Here’s the brain bending part: that purple circle is overlapping however many other past lives.  They’re layered on top of each other.  You can address a past consciousness by flipping the pages of that purple circle.

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When I communicate with a spirit, I’m always looking for that top most purple circle, because that’s where the personality is, that’s how the client knows this being.

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The YOU, the purple circle is just one facet of our individuality and the sum of our experiences.  I use the term “Individuality” rather than “Higher Self” because I want to show that our Individuality is the passive sum of all of our individual incarnations and experiences.

Higher Self has more of an “intention” behind it.  The “Higher Self” is the force behind the shaping of the pink Individuality.  The pink circle is where your soul is, right now.  If you were to visualize the pink circle of any loved one on the other side, it would be a ball of light, and would look and feel the same as any other spirit being.  The higher self is that thin ring around the pink circle, applying intention and pressure to shape what is created within itself.

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Finally, we can never forget where we come from.  We are all one, we are all love, we are all God.  That’s the yellow sun, our connection to all that is, was and shall be.  Connection with this yellow sun is a joyous, transcendental experience.  People can spend lifetimes meditating to get a glimpse of this while incarnated, while others experience it completely in the throes of a wild physical orgasm, at a rock concert, or during a potentially fatal accident or event.

That, in a nutshell, is how I relate to life and death.

So given that this life is an overlap of my purple self-awareness and my green physical body, when my body starts crapping out I have every intention of dropping that circle like a piece of over-ripe fruit.  Let it go to ground and start again, so long and thanks for all the fish.

I say that now, knowing that my green circle wants to perpetuate itself.  Maybe I’ll feel differently when that day comes.  Maybe I’ll want to hang on.

My point, and my motivation for writing this post, is to talk about the process of the green circle separating from our individuality.

We are born knowing how to die.

The more the body shuts down, the thinner that overlap becomes, the less the experience of the body affects the purple consciousness.  Think of that green circle as just fading away.

So often while talking with animals or people who appeared to suffer in death, they talk about how they didn’t suffer, even as their bodies fought to breath.  Some of the things they have said:

I was sitting in the chair next to my bed, watching.

I was standing at the foot of the bed, telling the doctor to let me go.

I jumped out of my body and ran around the room! Did you see me?

I was holding you, trying to let you feel that I’m already out of that body. 

I have pictures from the day my dog Mocha passed away.  It was a very peaceful death, thank God.  We were five hours away from the nearest vet (being a holiday) and it was clear Mocha was not in pain, so I just sat with her for the eight-hour death process.

I look back on that day with profound gratitude.  Had I still lived in Toronto, I would have taken her to the vet to have her death process hastened.  I never would have experienced how calm and peaceful it was to sit with an animal I loved as they gently peeled away from their body.  I did a lot of praying and I know the process would have been easier on me if it had been faster.

Mocha’s soul hung around in the room with us for minutes after her body stopped breathing, and we were gently, lovingly, BEGGING her to jump into the light.  When she finally did, her body truly ceased to live.  Mocha was gone, and this body left behind had become a completely inanimate, decaying object.

Something else which has surprised me every time I see a death: how immediate the affect of death is, how the body looks intangibly different.

From the other side, death is not often described as a painful traumatic event.  You know who suffers?  The ones left behind.

Sometimes people or animals fight for life not to put off their own death, but to put off the pain and grief of those who love them.

They are the brave, the generous and the strong.

 

 

 

 

 

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12 thoughts on “No Wrong Way to Die

  1. Prayers, Love and Light to your Mother and Sweeties Father.

    Thank you for this entry, it was beautiful. I tell my family to please rejoice when I cross over because I’ll finally be home . They get upset when I say things like that,,,,, but I’m so very homesick lately. Sometimes I feel I have one foot on Earth and one foot in “Heaven”. Some one keeps calling me and calling me. I can’t go yet,,,,, I have a wonderful husband and three children that I love and need me so much. Maybe I need to “ground” myself??? I feel like I’m floating away at times.

    Again, thank you for this entry. ✨

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    • Hi Noel,
      I know exactly what you’re talking about, and I’ve had a couple of clients contact me to ask how they can arrange for a walk-in, or get out of their body because they’re done, for one reason or another.

      I think that’s what Erik was talking about, the danger in getting too wrapped up in our spiritual selves and kind of separating our identities from our bodies. It’s good to know our bodies aren’t the end-all and be all of our existence, but they’re a big part of our here-and-now.

      Yeah, it’s easy to feel disconnected from them, sometimes. Morphine does that (heh) but so does pain, physical or emotional pain. I think this is where over-eating comes in as a coping mechanism, because eating gratifies the body, and it shores up this body-consciousness connection.

      How many of us could eat forever if we’re watching TV? (raises hand)

      I eat as a way of “coming down” from a session. What I eat before a session is very different than what I’d eat afterwards.

      Grounding helps, meditation helps, exercising helps. You’re certainly not the first person to say you feel like you’re floating away! I do too, sometimes.

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  3. Love, love, LOVE the chart(s) AND the explanation. They communicate perfectly what I’ve been trying to articulate to myself about what I’m experiencing right now. (Thanks also for the link to the Erik post of yours — I rarely go to the Channeling Erik site unless you link to it here in a topic I find interesting, and that one also perfecting melds with what I’ve been thinking about lately. I’ve gotten a little too detached from my current incarnation in recent years and if I’m going to hang around for awhile — and I plan to — then I need to reconnect to what it means to be physical here. So this post and the Erik one are perfectly timed. Thank you for both. ♥)

    I had to laugh at your “when my body starts crapping out I have every intention of dropping that circle like a piece of over-ripe fruit”. I’ve had conversations with people about death and dying and most people I know would fight desperately to cling to every last bit of life. Me, I’ve been very firm with my body that, when it starts to fail me to that point, I’m taking us both out and I don’t care how attached it still is to itself. LOL

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  5. Your graphic and the attendant explanation is better than anything else I have ever seen in clarifying the relationship between the body, the personality, the higher self, the divine source …….. all of it. Good job, Kate ………. One thing, I think the human ego deserves a similar effort. I would not agree that it is simply the divine spark in each of us …… as some apparently believe. Perspectives on this subject are incredibly varied. There are, for example, real differences between what Seth has said about it and Erik’s views — perhaps, one day.

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