Peruvian
shaman Don Dante told me recently I needed to die. He meant dying in my
old role to make room for something new; something more in line with my soul’s
purpose. Now is dying not my everyday hobby; actually, it’s quite an effort to
let go. I rather hold on to things. Fiercely.
But, I do
have the great fortune to be married to a fine healer, who was trained to
administer the death rites (the shaman way). These rites can be done after
death, but also before. If done before, you die a little, like it was meant to
be: you let go of old structures and believes that keep you from change, from
moving to higher grounds.
So this is
what spouses can do on a sunny Wednesday morning: I am facing my husband, and
my death. I hear him read my eulogy, I forgive some people, he clears my energy
field, he says goodbye dear, and off he sends me, to upstairs. I like it up there: I am warmly welcomed by my ancestors, and I feel happy, peaceful and playful. Coming back is, like dying, not what I look
forward to: I feel resistance on the way down. Fortunately my landing is soft:
I am looking into the blue eyes of my beloved.
By dying
before you die, by looking back on your life and feeling your unhealed traumas, by forgiving before it’s too late, by saying goodbye and letting go
of your dear ones, you make room in your body. So when your spirit returns
after a little trip through the universe, there is more space for it than
before. Therefore, this time, it can incarnate (= come into the flesh) more
deeply.
Would you like to die? Contact Ralph, at www.ralphfreelink.com.
(Picture: Alex Grey)
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