Why do we cry at funerals? They’ve gone into the light and don’t feel any pain anymore, while we weep for our loss and the regrets of what could have been. But life unfolds itself as sure as the ocean waves keep rolling in…There are high tide and low tide, ebb and flow without ceasing. Powerful energy doesn’t end. (This is a re-post from Jan 2016 in memory of a good friend.)
Now we honour the people who pass away with services called Celebrations of Life. I like the name, for that’s what death is. The game is over. And we celebrate the efforts of the player who struggled so hard to play the game well. The big challenge is what we do, with what we’ve been given. That’s what’s important. And maybe the purpose of life is our small part to play in the game. Maybe our strengths have made others live differently, and our faults have cautioned them to change. I’m not judging. We’re each here to accumulate the skills of living and loving…and to take it to the other side.
Do you believe in an afterlife of some kind? Mercy means we’re not only judged by our actions but by the intent of our hearts! Then graduation from the school of Life is something to celebrate. And when you get on in years, sometimes you get sick and tired of just fighting to live. When you’re worn out from trying to change your world and you dream of a promised land, isn’t death but a sweet release?
There’s an old spiritual song that goes like this, “Everybody wants to go to heaven, …but nobody wants to die.” Don’t we all want to live in a better realm of existence? Well, on our planet, we have to work on that. And some of us have to die to do it.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––– ♥ Heart Thoughts –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
♥ From my heart to yours…
Check out a similar topic on the subject here: Plain Talk for those who are Dying.
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— 52 in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. 1 Corinthians 15:50-52 NIV Bible
There was a dilemma in producing humans as the God Kind: God could not create us as a finished product. What a paradox! Amazingly, we had to be left incomplete in this aspect so we might desire to learn to love and to wield power appropriately. In infinite intelligence, the Great Ones saw that only a process of development could create these final characteristics. In human terms, that process is called life. Order on Amazon.com The Celestial Proposal, Chapter 2, A Design for the Human Species, page 22.
#death #dying #afterlife #LifePurpose #MeaningofLife #HospiceCare #LifeWorthLiving
Jane Catherine Rozek 
Death is nothing but a ticket to exit this fleeting world to life everlasting.
LikeLike
Yes! Let’s play the game to win, run the race well, for that kind of a prize! Thanks for your thoughts, Peter.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome. Do enjoy yourself.
LikeLike
Excerpt from Chapters of Life by L.T. Rampa
“A baby within its mother dies to that warm, comfortable life
within, and reluctantly emerges into the cold, hard world
without…. A person dies upon Earth and the pains of
death are the pains of birth into a different state of existence.
Most times death-death itself-is a quite painless process.
Actually, as death approaches, Nature, in the shape of various
metabolic changes, introduces a form of anesthesia into the
body system, anesthesia which culls the actual perceptions….
Death, the actual state of transition from this world to the
next, the actual state of leaving this physical body, is a pain-
less process because of the anesthetical properties which
come to most bodies at the moment of death.
People do not die on the instant, however. After the heart
has ceased to beat and after the lungs have ceased to pump, the
brain is the next to die. The brain cannot live long without its
precious supply of oxygen, but even the brain does not die
instantly, it takes minutes….
The body in this case is lying on a bed. The breathing has
stopped. A clairvoyant who is present can see a cloud like a
faint mist forming above the body. It streams from the body….
The cord which we call the Silver Cord, connects the
physical body and the astral body, for the cloud is in fact the
astral or spiritual body. Until the Silver Cord be severed and the Golden Bowl be
shattered, the astral form floating can pick up the thoughts of
those who are making comments at its passing….
The spirit, then, has left the body and gone on and if it is
an evolved spirit, that is if it is aware of life after death, then
it can be assisted in going to what is known as the Hall of
Memories where all the incidents of the past life are seen,
where all mistakes are perceived and appreciated. This, of
course, according to some religions is the Day of Judgement or
the Judgement Hall, but according to our religion Man judges
himself, and there is no sterner judge than Man judging him-
self.
LikeLike
Thanks Friske, for this fascinating excerpt describing death as a rebirth. I’m so glad you added to this post. I’ve shortened the passage for comment size but the full content can be read from the book you referenced. My dear friend who passed away, knew and looked forward to an afterlife, free from her asthma, so this makes sense to me and doesn’t contradict my own Christian beliefs either. She doesn’t have to fight for breath in her astral spirit state either, but she’s off on a new adventure! She and I have always kept in touch through decades of this life and I look forward to meeting her somewhere again.
LikeLike
I’ve enjoy reading excerpts from your book. This post is especially meaningful to me. It helps me through the loss process. I can’t think of a better person for my Sister Jo to have spent her final days, hours, minutes, and her last breath of life. You were a life long friend of Jo’s and how appropriate that you be there on her final day on earth as she crossed over to the afterlife. How bittersweet. Thank you for loving her just as she was.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It was an honour and yes, that’s what I felt it was. Bittersweet. When you believe in an afterlife, there is no sting in death – just release. “Death has been swallowed up in victory.” Hey its in the big black book! I Corinthians 15:54. Thanks so much for writing in connecting. My best regards to you and your family.
LikeLike
Very nicely written. I think that we cry for our loss, because we cant’ see the person again, not for their loss. Grief is a selfish emotion (and that isn’t a bad thing) because the person we are grieving for is either just gone and feeling nothing or gone to a better place (depending on what you believe). You call it heaven and I call it the Summerlands. But it’s all the same. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
“The Summerlands.” I like that!
LikeLike
careful! it’s a new age/wiccan term. 😛
LikeLike
OK, but do only the “good witches” go there? 🙂
LikeLike
lol. everyone good goes there. “There are many paths to the same truth.” Doesn’t matter if you are wiccan, christian, pagan, muslim, bahai, etc etc etc. God (to use christian terms) is big enough to love em all.
LikeLike
Beautiful words, beautifully expressed, emanating from a beautiful heart.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The older we get the more we have to work these things out in our understanding of God. Life is a beautiful thing but surely there’s a purpose too!
LikeLike
Yes definitely a purpose. A great, wonderful, unimaginable by a limited human mind, yet revealed by God to his creation, of which we are a part of. This present life… could the purpose simply be to learn that God? Could it be that simple… yet that difficult? Could it be that mindbogglingly wonderful?
LikeLike
Yes! And when you realize you’ve been invited to be a “child of God”, you purpose is to become one of the god-beings in this family! Thanks for writing in again.
LikeLike