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Topic: My Personal Experiences With Death Energy
EnchantedEther
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Posted: Feb. 09 2013,1:13 am

I wanted to have enough room to add to this here as it would be impossible to write all I wish to share in one post. To be blunt and to the point I see things that most others I am around don't seem to be able to, there are a few exceptions. I see many things but an example is shadows or black spots on people that I think are signs of disease or inner maladies. I am a natural empath and can "taste" the flavor of a person, place, or thing easily. I have always had a draw or pull towards all things relating to Death and dying. People who are dying or are about to meet Him vibrate differently than those in full bloom. This is my journal of experiences with Death.

One of my first vivid memories is of a funeral of a family member. It was my mother's aunt and an important figurehead of our family at the time. I remember the smell of roses and the calm quiet of the room. My mother took me by the hand and we approached the casket in turn. I reached in and touched her face like I did when she was alive. I was snatched up quickly and taken to a cold hall. I remember people talking about me. As kids often do I walked off and found an empty room and lo and behold the funeral hadn't started but the guest of honor was present and the casket was open! I walked up and peeked in. He was an old man and a shade of blue I had never seen. I touched him, too. I turned and there was a man at the door in a black suit. He was a young man I suppose, at least not old like the man in the casket. He asked what I was doing there and I thought I was in trouble so I said I came to see the old man. The young man asked why and I said I wanted to peek and touch his cold face again. The young man smiled and approached me. I turned and my mother was dead pan staring at me from the doorway and I could swear at where the young man had just been but I was too young then and memory fails me at times to be honest. I was 5.


My father had been dying since before I could remember things. I make no secret of this. He shot heroine. He contracted AIDS in 1982. I was then 2 yrs. old. I grew up with him decaying before my eyes. There are utter black spots in my memory from blocking out all the crazy things that happened around me as a child in a household of drug addicts. He had the black spots of disease that I see on people. He was the second person I experienced this with. I have a hard time talking about him in real life. I'm working on that. My mother and I had to feed him and bathe him and towards the end he would walk off and get lost and sometimes hurt. He would piss in strange places and talk to strange "spirits" that I swear I could sense as if a disturbance in the air or a smell of rotting milk. I used to pray till my stomach ached that if there was any God at all to please take him and be merciful so he doesn't have to suffer anymore. I wished and prayed everyday for years that he would finally die and we all would be freed from ####. That's what it was to me even though I don't believe in a physical place called #### like christians do.

When the end was near the state or someone stepped in since I was missing months of school at a time and they put my father in a home. It was a terrible grey building to me because everyone here was dying and the sensory overload gave me headaches. So I would wander away. I meet many things when I wander. Even now. The last time I saw him I knew somehow that it was the last time. This golden light had shown through his curtain window and I gave him a hug and he drew this shaking rattling breath that I still can hear in my memories. Once you hear the death rattle you will never forget it, there is no other sound on earth like it. We got the call a few days later. He was free. He died three days before I turned ten. The grey shadows started to disappear from the house and then I was sent away.

My first experiences set the tone for a lifetime (thus far) of seeking knowledge and somehow coming to terms with the fact that I am in love with Death. I have no fear. He frees us from torment, fear, and pain. He is the liberator. He freed someone I loved.

I will add to this as time allows. This is my contribution.

Amorte

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Posted: Feb. 09 2013,6:45 am

Thank you for sharing that painful memory with us. You are INDEED in the right place here with us as it certainly appears that you are one of Death's more attuned empaths. Both this experience, and the dream that you posted in another forum are perfect examples of WHY what we offer is both necessary and cathartic to the MANY of us out there that resonate to His energy.

Thank you!  :rose:

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EnchantedEther
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Posted: Feb. 09 2013,2:44 pm

I appreciate that! It is painful at times but at the same time I feel called to share as much as I can. I count myself as blessed that I have had these experiences because it led me out of fear and ignorance. I agree that it is necessary. I want to get this message out there somewhere that fear can vanish if people take time to understand and communicate with an open heart. Ignorance is truly a crippling thing. At times it disgusts me.

I was on an electric high after posting that last night and as the insomniac I am, I roamed about till the wee hours. I'm fortunate to have a household where I am the queen bee and never questioned since I know how to get things done! Always a bonus since I'm prone to wandering and need to be me.

The night was completely alive. Sounds here, shadows there, and pops of little balls of light, some mundane, some not. The nocturnal animals were in full party mode despite the cold. I came back to rest in my yard and a deep quiet came over me. Out of the night I heard an owl calling. Owls mean something special to me. It's my spirit/totem/guide animal. Whatever you wish to call it. They have been my constant nighttime wandering partners for a long time. I counted the individual calls and it corresponded to my age. Then I *felt* the words or sentiment of "good girl". Spirit is pleased with me I hope.

As I mentioned in a different forum I don't dream often so I was surprised I had one last night. I did have quite the night though before falling out. I was sitting in a skeletons lap. I was talking to persons unseen by me and looking back for approval like asking, "am I doing it right? Did I do what I'm supposed to?" He was all smiles and nods. I was overflowing with a joy so deep that I have had the best day I have had in a while. That was the whole dream, though. So I guess I am doing what I am supposed to be doing at the moment is my gut feeling.

More to come as time permits me.

Amorte

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Posted: Feb. 12 2013,4:12 pm

Ahh. I can sit a spell and share something that has been on my mind since I started this thread. A few things actually. I felt the question out there from someone(s) that asked, "so what is her 'real' reason for searching out a site like this besides to share a little?". The answer is almost obvious. The shadows and dark spots have returned. This time they are surrounding 'me'.

Several things had happened all at once. It took me some time before I figured it out that the issue I have been ignoring for years has finally caught up to me. It feels like I am in the early summer of my life yet there is a shadow in me that tells me I am not ok and the fall may be upon me if I don't use caution. I will live, but this one is gonna be a hard time for mostly those around me who love me. I'm harder than steel. I've had more surgeries than anyone my age should in my opinion. I'm fairly healthy despite minor issues that are getting a bit worse. As a younger person I almost felt immortal. I could run anywhere, walk as far as I wanted, creep unseen into the darkest of places, say what I wish and do as I please... well I still do that I suppose. I just do it a little slower now. I'm staring 33 in the face next month, so I feel young to have health issues, but He is telling me (in a way) that I must pay attention now and all will be well enough. I feel Him in times of deep, drastic, and total change. Not only as a sign that Death will take away life, but that Death will take away what is no longer useful or necessary to make room for what will come, be it physical or otherwise, is what I seem to feel. The little shadows and black spots seem to be "eating". Like a maggot would eat away dead matter, is a good analogy. That's how I know I will live. This too shall pass, yet it brought me back to my hearts' home in His house, and thus closer to connecting with His sacred charge. So I feel blessed as always when connecting to some part of his essence, particularly now that I am standing at a gate that I may or may not cross anytime soon. I know I will one day as will we all but my gut (and then some) tells me 'not this time'. I feel this because once again it has come to me that I must pick up where I once left off, and honestly failed. I'm not ashamed of that because I just was not ready. I was simply too young and untried. I am ready now.

So listen brothers and sisters and I will tell you something of grave beauty and of my labor of true love that will take "X" amount of time, but I feel I must share this in some way. I don't know why. I have already begun some first stage prep for this. Some of you may think, "oh big deal, whatever". It is a big deal to me. <Huge> It is not out of curiosity that I undertake this project as I had wondered about the first time I "failed". I think that is why I call it a failure. Time and money is something I don't have a lot of but nonetheless, where there is a will there is a way. I have also been given a gift on one of my wandering trips that will now make this project practical and as authentic as possible. I may Vlog this or I may not. Not for a moment will I let any sacrilege, disrespect, or desecration into my project as it is of utmost importance to me to keep the sanctity and integrity of my project pure. I have not decided but I follow my gut instincts in all things and somehow my progress through this project must be made available for those who will come after and those of us who wish to share in each others labors and acts of devotion/connection to/with the Dark Angel. I must work out the details, and I may change my mind if I feel even for a second that something is not right. Both the gift and curse of an Empath is overdoing it and submerging too far. Balance in all things, you know.

I am going to make a golem. Only this time I am going to do it right as I now know I am capable of doing. This thread will not change as I have much more to share about my experiences but when the time is right I am going to make some type of journal/blog/Vlog (I keep going back and forth on the Vlog thing) so that my true progress and labor of love will somehow be documented and made available for those who are interested. If I do Vlog it then the omission will be the animation because I feel it is a private and emotional ritual, but the actual construction I will share. I'm not sure how long it will take but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I follow my heart. It hasn't led me wrong yet. Why a Golem? I feel as though a talisman of this magnitude and power is necessary at this time for me and all signs have given me the "go". So when the time comes (oh it is soon!) I want to invite you all to follow me on my projects' journey.  

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Amorte

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Posted: Feb. 13 2013,7:51 pm

I have been wanting to share this for some time. I am trying to keep my experience posts in some type of order but that's not one of my strengths. Organization is a loose term to me. I'm Pisces but that's no excuse of course. :)

I never wanted children. I like my freedom and didn't think having children would allow me the type of freedom I need. I was very wrong. I have all the freedom I need in a strong household like mine. I'm proud of that. I was also told I'm sterile when I was a teen. I rejoiced since that would make it easiest to ensure I don't reproduce. I became very sick in the summer of 2002. February 28 of the following year (anyone seeing the irony of the date?) I gave birth to a 9 pound boy. I had so many problems throughout those months and 2 days of labor until an emergency c-section that I don't remember much of. I was in and out of consciousness for days prior and afterwards. So I have been told it was a scary close call. I had seen many ominous signs that I was walking a fine line and possibly taking a gamble. It was too late to abort but I don't regret it one bit. So that's enough back story. I had seen a dark figure in the OR and at the foot of my bed several times in the days after. I thought for sure this is the only son I will ever have if we made it through alive.

I was wrong. Next was a daughter. My pregnancy was once again surrounded in shadows and doubts and everyone urged me not to risk it again and that I should have had my tubes tied. I am a Pagan. I value life as well as death so I said no. Keeping it. She is a precocious beauty. I'll need a bigger gun when she gets older. j/k I always use that joke. While pregnant with her I had 2 car accidents, a fall down a flight of steps, multiple pregnancy related issues, arrested and cruelly treated considering the condition I was in, shot, and I had another c-section eventually. I had attended a public full moon ritual sometime during my 6th month and during the invocation I began to feel weak and dizzy. To the northwest was a shadowy cloaked figure that was unmistakable to me. I think in that short moment someone had looked up at Him and then at me. It happened so fast but I do remember this. A flash of blue light and then I can't hardly put into words what happened next. Not out of emotion but lack of words to do this experience justice. Time melted away it seems. I was everywhere and nowhere at once and yet I was present within myself. I knew my body and spirit were separate yet tied and it dawned on me that He had come to me. Then I thought maybe He had come for me. I felt the most calm and quiet moment of personal peace that I have ever felt in my life up until that time. I thought that was it and I was about to crossover with my baby. I went to grab His hand but He was no longer there (wherever in the ether we were). The moment I would have a new thought or question, things just materialized in front of me. Past, present, and future was all one and yet separate energies, too. I saw many things. Some of which I am sure was nowhere in this world I know, but a place beyond my mortal understanding. The moment of peace was fading then and I protested against the pull. I remember words unspoken if that remotely makes sense. His words are never words but feel more like impressions and the feeling of having *heard* yet not with mortal ears. It is like a "knowing". That's the best I can do. The words were: "Life blooms even in the places where it is least thought to. Even the dead places bloom in it's own way and time." I don't remember what the words were exactly because I have no way to be sure except from what I can remember. Unspoken words have a way of being translated by the heart. Particularly an open heart and harboring no fear. Like I said it so hard to put in words. Then I woke up in the hospital. She was fine but I had a close call, again. The doctors said I was too young to have my tubes tied and besides, I had defied medical science for the second time and we both lived. Surely Mother Nature would not be supporting life in my damaged body again.

Wait for it.... wait for it... lol

My youngest is 18 months old right now. Another boy, another c-section. Just as many problems. This time I chose not to have my tubes tied even though I am old enough. I was guided to make this decision. And of course as a mother I am protective of my bear cubs and I would not say no to another child but seriously I would be pushing my luck, and I have had more kids than most people should in my opinion. I leave the laws of Nature in the Mothers' keeping. It is not for me to know the will of the Gods, I think, but to be thankful and respectful for the life-giving aspect of nature as well as the destructive aspects so that I can walk that line of balance, hand-in-hand with my Gods, with no fear and a heart and soul open to understanding and knowledge.

My oldest son has gifts similar to mine. He is highly sensitive in my opinion and now that he is almost 10 he is starting to understand a little more and he also gravitates to all things "dark", just like his mother. :headbang: Miss Morgan (that's her name btw minus the 'miss') prefers to be called "Morg" or "Maeve". I'm so glad my children are smart and respectful enough to not say stupid shit about our eclectic Pagan lifestyle to those who do not know our family or do not share our open-mindedness, tolerance, or our Pagan paths. Maybe I'm doing something right, so the Gods have seen fit to allow me to create life and nurture it. *shrug* It is as it is.

The most intense experience through my near death pregnancies (ha I like that term!) was with my daughter, Morg. I had many experiences through my pregnancies (I have had 5 but I miscarried as a teen and again after my eldest son) but my experience at the Full Moon ritual with Morg was the most intense by far.

I have no regrets about having children. It made me into the patient, nurturing, and loving person that I am today. I prefer balance in my life in all things as I have mentioned before. I have walked what I call a "Twilight Path", being balanced in both light and dark, where neither goes to extremes although in my personal path-working I feel it necessary to taste the extremes enough to learn and experience what it is like to be "one" with the energies I am working with at the time, yet not so wholly consumed that I cannot break out of it. As I mentioned before somewhere, it is both the gift and curse of an Empath to go too far for too long. I get energy drunk. Exercising moderation and balance is a learned behavior for me....

How appropriate that youtube is playing me a song from an unknown playlist entitled, The Wings of Gabriel by Arcana.

Till next time...
Amorte

Edited by EnchantedEther on Feb. 13 2013,7:55 pm

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Awesome story you tell.  I personally have your view of sprog before you had them.  I don't want them around, and thanks to Planned Parenthood, I did get sterilised when I was 19 before conjugating, though I must admit my life would have been easier if I'd just gone to The Devil's Workshop in Fremont and bought myself a battery operated companion than putting up with that first waste of time in my life.  I'm glad to be sprog free.  I find 'em as annoying as ####, and that's putting it lighty.  That's me, though.  Your life is yours, mine is mine.  From what you've posted, me thinks you're totally cool.

####, I'm glad you joined this forum.  Also, forgive me for promoting myself, but you might actually get a kick out of this:

http://vergilxanon1.blogspot.com/

'Autobiography' of Donn, Irish 'Death God'.  (I'm glad he has a sense of humour, or I'd be in deep doo-doo for writing this.)

If you've been on the forum for a long time, I had the short stories up on this forum for a while before my former publisher told me to delete them from everywhere for I was under contract with it for a while, but my former publisher killed the company and I didn't like a lot of what he was doing with it anyway, so I put it up myself for free so I could play by my own rules with no outside interference.

This was quite a post you made.

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Posted: Feb. 17 2013,6:25 am

Oooo Thanks Morgan! :headbang: I love reading and the subject is my kind of thing. I can't wait to dig in! I have a close affinity to Gwynn Ap Nudd the welsh God of the Underworld. He has a special altar all to Himself in our home. It's funny that you mention your publisher and how you feel about your writing. I was "advised" to pull my posts and blogs and try to get it published but I said no. That's not the purpose of my contributions. I agree that I like to have it on my own terms, too. After all it is my writing. My blog is gone but it's needs refurbished, anyway. I'm not writing for money. Not that it is a bad thing, I just don't want money to share what I have to say at the moment. It gives me a little more credibility with those who don't understand or think I am either crazy or full of shit.

I was reading around a few forums here and saw the label "crotch droppings" and laughed so hard! I'm trying to be smooth and screw with the kids so now I have a new phrase to use!! <evil laugh>

We like to have fun and most people think we are completely nuts but crazy works for us. Define "normal" anyway, right? We are definitely not the typical family and we get "the look" a lot. My boyfriend is a Native American/Mexican healer, I am most commonly labeled as Witch in his circles and bare the name "OwlCloud", my oldest son has a thing for bringing home road kill to save feathers/bones/fur/wings which we love for talismans and of course waste not want not. I make candles out of tallow. The JW's don't even visit us. They know better, now. Miss Morg sits in the dark contemplating, is what she tells me. A dark poet, and a fireball already, she is wise beyond her years. The baby is a baby. He is fun, quiet (for now), smart, squee-ish, and a 100% lovable lap monkey. Kinda smells funny but they all do! The boyfriend is the worst lol. Ok I'll stop screwing around. Sorry. :)

I always wanted a career in the medical field when I was a young teen and still held on to that in high school. I did a few extra programs that led me to a women's leadership type of activities program. I got to choose a field and send a letter asking to shadow a woman there for one day. I, of course, chose the coroner's office. One of the coroner's was a woman, what luck! I was interested in how the building would feel because when you drive past the complex it just radiates. So I was excited to be excepted but was met with suspicion when I got there. They messed with me a little, like leaving slides from an autopsy open on a desk viewer, and showing me maggots in little vials that they taped pens to. I rolled my eyes at these people. Seriously!? I came there to learn what a coroner does on a day to day basis. Plus at the time (90's) she said she made about $80,000 a year. Now that's bank time! Plus it's a job I would do with respect and interest. The main coroner was an old man and I didn't get to see much of him. He at first denied my request to watch an autopsy but later in the day I did get to see one performed after being taken out to scenes where I learned a little more than the morning had given me. They were all cynical people. I didn't like them much. She did tell me that the Full Moon suspicion is correct, though. The morgue fills up around a Full Moon. The hospitals are a crazy place as well during this time.

It was on these little journeys to residential places that I felt more attuned to the energies. The later being more callous than I felt in the homes. Cops are always involved it seems and they always seemed to feel very relieved when the white van would pull in. One of the police men had given me a short lesson in crime scene photography. I think he was creeped out to see I had no problem with proximity to corpses. He noted that to me with an uneasy laugh. I laughed back with him and said it was the living you had to watch out for. The coroner I was shadowing taught me how to look for a pulse (I found that kind of funny, you know) and document the other injuries (if any). Upon entering the property (not just the house I noticed) from the gate or boundaries, I could feel it like a heavy cloud had descended and hadn't quite lifted or that I was walking through a concentrated energetic or electrified area/space. I could feel the apprehension from the families since the deceased was still in the home. Our presence brought relief in all cases. I was surprised to feel "Oh good, the ones that know what to do are here". That was a nice feeling even though I was only a part of that for a day. The homes felt different as I reached closer to the bodies, too. The air seemed like it knew that something had passed through and it had left an energy imprint that is hard for me to describe. It was definitely tangible. I think of it as a type of essence or shadow even. I have a thing with smells and in every home we had visited that day I could smell flowers. Not just any variety but the same earthy flower smell that I associate with Death Energies. There was also some impressions of stress and sadness, of course. Oh and these visits we made were all for elderly people with nothing suspicious surrounding their cause of death, just so you know. All were ruled as natural. I could feel the sadness as well as see the tears of the family but in most cases there was relief, too. With one person I felt fear very heavily. They didn't know what to do now and it was obvious on their face. I suggested out of the blue that he call his next of kin, a son or daughter, maybe. He looked like the fog cleared and said that calling his son was something he should have done anyway. The coroner I was with was surprised that I asked if we could stay until the son got there. We had to wait on the funeral home to come for the body anyway so we had plenty of time. PLENTY of time. You would have thought the whole #### city took a ride in the hearse before they showed up with their privacy van. The coroner said it was common so I took advantage of the time she spoke with the families to be the sentinel by the body. I was trying to explore the energies around me but had to keep a straight face. Not easy but I had quite the day, indeed. I paid my respects to the spirits that had passed as well during those moments when I was not too closely watched.  

I really wish I could have done this more than just the once. I had gotten into a bit of trouble so being an elected official to become the coroner after a ton of schooling was a bit out of my reach by the time I was in a position to really concentrate on a practical career.

I set my sights on hospice care, personal care provider, and CNA work as a more practical field at the time. Lots to tell about the hospice in particular.

Till next time,
Amorte

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Posted: Feb. 23 2013,7:42 pm

Ahh once again He *calls* and the dark daughter listens.

I was thinking the other day that Death is everywhere in life. I have reflected on this many times in the past but I was thinking about how I always start in the past when recording experiences and never emphasize on how close to Death, Life truly is. It is easy to learn these lessons through Nature right now in the area I live in. Well in most regions in the Northern Hemisphere, really, but Colorado has a slow spring start-up. It is the first light before dawn, in a way. Spring is budding under the surface in the sacred darkness of rebirth and the wheel turns to spring soon, but not yet. I experience the Death Energies because I look for them in everything. I have recorded past experiences here but I have been remiss in adding the daily goings on which sometime happen to be a genuine experience that I have not thought to share. So before I dive in to my first intention to post I will add something here that happened recently.

My close friend asked me over to visit. As soon as I walked in I knew something was wrong because her house never vibrates death energy, with one long ago exception that I have no permission to share. Her house seemed grey and tangibly melancholy. She looked a little worn out and irritable. So she unloaded her emotional diarrhea on me, as in her habit, and I came to find out her dog was sick. So things started to make sense and I realized that maybe her dog needed to see a vet, like <yesterday> after I looked at the poor thing! She ended up finding out that her dog was very ill and dehydrated and it was good she brought her in and listened to me for once. I got a text from my friend and all it said was, "I knew I called you for a reason that day. I just didn't know for what,". She lives the type of busy life that allows her little time to stop and listen.

On to where I left off about working in some more medical fields that was my current calling and how it led me to hospice care where I had so many wonderful experiences. A place like a hospice where people die everyday most definitely vibes the death energies. These experiences mean a lot to me because I was very serious about my job. I felt comfortable taking care of those in their last days. It brought back that nurturing feeling of caring and making someone comfortable through their end-time.

On one occasion I was bringing family resource guides to a newer family that had come to check on their loved one. I was entering the hall to the room where I saw an old woman hunched and dressed in ragged clothes walking out of the door of the room I was heading to. I thought it was a visitor until I entered the room and found the patient dead. There were many stories told among employees and visitors alike about an old woman who roamed the halls and that a connection was made to her and the newly found dead after her sighting. That's an urban legend around here but I have witnessed the old woman and the uncanny connection with deaths. Since I follow a Pagan Path, the idea of a woman (particularly an old woman; synonymous with the crone aspect of the triple Goddess) is not a strange manifestation of The One Who Comes, in my world.

While doing pathworking with various aspects of Death Energies I find that there is a similar vibe that resonates through them all that feels the same yet each have their own "personality" or "feel" to them and that they are just another manifestation of the Death Energy.

Before my time gets cut short I wanted to add one more. There was a man in hospice while I worked there that would talk to "shadows". I sometimes saw these "shadows" or "balls of energy" around him when he would insist they were present. Sometimes I could smell rot and all the bad smells that come with a body in decay. Not just physically but also I could *feel* it. I would sometimes feel a tug on my uniform or my hair. Like an attention getter more than something malicious would be accurate. The old man had watched me look at one of the "shadows" (I don't know what to call it actually). He smiled and mentioned he was happy to know there were others who could see the messengers of the "man who never speaks". That chilled me to the bone because I was just beginning to learn about the non-verbal communication that I had experienced myself.

The whole hospice had a feeling to it that the people who worked there cared for the people who had to be there for the final few days. I don't remember anyone there longer than 2 weeks as far as I can remember. I was not a nurse. I was a nurses aid. I didn't have schooling like college or certifications yet to do the more important work but I was an aid not only to the patient but the family as well. I was the one that was around to make the everyday things more comfortable and of course I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. I got to have a lot of contact with people whose family member(s) was passing on and some of these conversations I have had have been priceless to me in learning how others feel about death and dying. Sometimes I wonder if it takes being actually touched by some manifestation of the Death Energies to truly have an understanding or at least experience of what it means to be touched by Death. True, in its' own way, but contemplation or concentration on the energy pools that radiate the darker energies can bring one a little closer to empathy and understanding, I think, and can bring someone closer to acceptance as well. I could only hope. Acceptance was a problem with most families at first but by the time you get to hospice they have to be told that this is it and it's time for the end. Acceptance of Death is still a problem, I think, in many different situations. I don't understand the logic in fearing the inevitable.

Till next time...
Amorte :rose:

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Posted: Feb. 24 2013,5:53 am

We have quite a few end of life workers on this forum, many who work in either hospice or similar professions who have shared their same stories. Take a gander through the EXTENSIVE "Encounters" forum here (if you haven't done so all ready) and you will see some uncanny and similar sightings.

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Posted: Mar. 04 2013,1:30 pm

Oh wow I didn't know there were more. I read through some and the encounters were all so touching. Some encounters made me smile and tear up. I did hear mention of a woman as the collector how interesting!

Those who work in the end of life fields are truly special people. It takes a lot of love and dedication to work in those areas. I value the time I had spent with the hospice not only because of the experiences but also because I got to know a lot of people and hear their stories which is something I absolutely love. I like to hear peoples life stories and feelings about life and Death.

I'm going to tell you a little story about a conversation between my closest friend and I concerning getting a memorial stone for her parents. So her parents were murdered 10 years ago come this summer and all 3 daughters were left feeling confused and lost without them. The eldest sister (my friend) had to take care of the funeral arrangements and she came to find that there was no money to give them a decent funeral. We all pitched in as much as we could but we are talking thousands of dollars and none of us had money for this. The funeral home helped as much as possible and made it easier. But there was no money for a memorial stone. I helped carry her mothers casket. My friend felt that it has been too long that they have gone without a memorial stone so this year she is planning a graveside "balloon ceremony" where we are going to let loose 107 balloons (their combined ages) when we get the memorial stone finally! I thought it was a great idea and so did my friend. Then the other 2 sisters intervened and said they want no part of it. They said it was a costly idea and they were dead, what would they need a stone for? I was shocked that they wouldn't want a marker to show where their parents were buried.

My friend then said that they didn't understand why it was important. She feels it is important to mark the final resting place and leave a message that they were taken too soon and would now be together in death side by side. I told her lets do it anyway. I think the other 2 will come around. It brought it to my mind that I wouldn't really care if there was a marker or not for my grave since I will have go on, but perhaps those that I leave behind may want to have a stone to remember me by.

I didn't come up with the balloon ceremony idea it was my friend and although I'm not looking forward to being in my favorite cemetery during the blazing heat of day in July, I think it will be a nice "letting go" for my friend since she has had a hard time dealing with their passing since it was so unexpected.

Since the conversation got me thinking I have been visiting her parents in the evenings on occasion and I got a little message one night. I was laying on my back looking up at a light snow that is laughable this time of year and *pop* right in the face I get smacked with a lily. This was the flower that graced her mothers coffin when we carried it to the hearse. It wasn't too windy but it most likely fell from the wind from another place in the cemetery. I sat up and felt suddenly warm. I felt immediately that the balloon ceremony would be a welcome idea and it would do my friend good. I took the lily to my friend the next day and she turned several shades of green and pale when I told her it's a good idea. She's used to me being me so she was glad I went that night.

If she lets me I'll post a pic or two when the ceremony comes to pass in the summer.

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