Es un capítulo intrigante eso de encarar a la Parca... Y si embargo es algo totalmente natural ya que todo principio tiene un fin que justifica el principio, cual eterno trabajo de Sísifo. Salvo aquello que no tiene principio ni final, la cosa de morir intranquiliza bastante. Veamos qué cuentan los newtonianos, aprovechando la ocasión para subir, también, un hermoso canto católico de esperanza en la luz eterna.
CAPÍTULO 9. ENCARANDO LA MUERTE
"La muerte no es el final" letra de Cesáreo Gabaráin Azurmendi (1936-1991)
Facing Death
For what is it to die, but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the Earth shall claim your limbs, then you shall truly dance. KAHLIL GIBRAN
We all die, whether we want to or not. The idea of dying can be challenging, even for those who believe that we survive the death of the physical body.
While in a physical body, we naturally focus on material things—our safety, our pursuits, our possessions, our interactions with others, the beauty of our world and its challenges. When we die, the world we knew is gone. The people we cherished are out of reach. If we are not prepared, death is a shock.
Some people never face the fact that they and their loved ones will die. I have counselled people overwrought by the death of a greatly loved, elderly pet. They had never considered this day would come. I wondered why they were so unprepared. I eventually worked it out. They hated loss and were not good at letting go. The thought of losing a pet was so traumatic, they never thought about it. Pushing away the thought was easier than being prepared. Of course, the day of loss came anyway, and their lack of preparation meant that it hit them extremely hard.
This lack of preparedness does not apply just to the loss of pets. Many people avoid thinking about their own death or the death of their loved ones. When they are faced with a profound loss, these are the people who say, ‘I never thought this would happen to me.’ Previously, when someone they knew died, they had managed to distance themselves from their emotions. Now they cannot. The loss is too great.
Facing death takes courage. Some people have the fortitude to face death well before the grim reaper knocks on their door. This is wise. Although one can never be fully prepared, much of the fear of death can be resolved beforehand.
People who undertake past life or life between lives regressions often lose their fear of death. This happens for two reasons. First, they experience dying in their past lives. Second, they discover where they go after death.
Paula, whose past lives are described in the chapter, Not Cleopatra, did not have any expectations from her session. She was just curious. But she did get something she never anticipated.
And the other thing I got that surprised me was a sense that, when I die in this lifetime, there is nothing much to fear. My energy was really positive and swirling and dancing up above, just after both lifetimes, just after dying. Death is easy if you let go gently.
Sinda
Sinda claimed she was not afraid of death but she was afraid of being at home alone at night. She had always wanted to visit the other side and now she had the opportunity. A relative gifted her a past life regression and a life between lives regression.
Before we proceed into the past life, Sinda says she has a sore stomach. Sinda regresses easily, staying one step ahead of me in my role as hypnotherapist. Her first past life soon reveals the reason for her stomach pains.
It is night-time and I am inside. It is cold and dark. I can see out of the windows. There are pink spots like eyes moving. Now it is getting lighter. There is a light near my face. I can see green trees.
I don’t think I am alive. I don’t think I have a body. I see a big eye again looking at me. I feel very little. My stomach hurts.
They’re stabbing swords into my stomach. I am lying on a table in an old castle. My mother is standing at the end of the table. As terrible as it is, I am not going to cry. I will not give them the satisfaction.
But now Sinda does cry, and takes some deep slow breaths. It takes a few minutes for her to release the pain in her stomach and the emotions associated with the horror of it all. Now she receives more information about this life.
My name is María and I am dressed all in white. This is a time after the Romans, in England. The castle is by the sea in the south of England.
I was naughty. I am the King’s daughter and I fell pregnant to a man who is good to me but he is not acceptable to my mother. He was the gardener. We loved each other. The King’s men came dressed in armour to kill me.
My father ordered my death because my mother wanted me killed. They wanted to show that poor guy not to mess with the King. I am above his station. They hanged him.
My mother in my current life was also María’s mother.
This issue about class difference has carried into my current life. My mother never approved of my two partners. She never thought they were good enough for me. She has never let go of being the queen, even in her current life. My dad and his sister call her Queen Ana. Ana is her name. She carries on so much that my partner mockingly calls my family ‘blue bloods’.
My father then is a different soul to my father now. María’s father killed a lot of people to get the land so others wouldn’t take them over.
Sinda’s guide is with her and we ask about the purpose of her life as María.
I was trying to set a precedent. I wanted to show that poor people can mix with the rich. I was a fighter. I was trying to stand up for myself, and others. I did what I thought was right for everybody, not just me.
(In a later regression, we discover María was a wilful soul, who was out of alignment with the era in which she lived. The guides explain that there is a time for change and a time to accept the circumstances of life. When you are open and connected to your higher self, you know which direction to take.)
Before Sinda transitions into another past life she says, ‘I don’t know why I try to punish myself.’ Again she is foreseeing the next step, as we discover.
Something is not right. I am being punished again.
I see tangled vines circled around me. I am in white, a Victorian dress to just below the knees with long sleeves and hemmed with lace. I am a ten-year-old girl called Sara and I am crying.
I have run away and I am lost. My eye is hurting because I have been hit by my twelve-year-old brother. He hit me after I yelled at one of our servants, an old lady who is actually quite kind.
I am the daughter of the family who lives in a big, old stone house near the sea in England. I ran away because I knew I would be in trouble for being rude to the servant.
I can see the family all dressed up, the men with top hats. They are leaving in carriages to go to a funeral. I wanted to go too but I wasn’t allowed. I was angry and I took it out on the old lady who stayed home to look after my brother and me. It is my grandmother’s funeral. I wanted to go and say goodbye. I am upset because I loved my grandmother. That’s why I ran away.
No one comes to get me because they can’t find me. It is so dark and scary, I am afraid to leave. I don’t know how to get home so I stay there and just cry.
Men in uniforms find me in the morning, the police I think. I can’t stop crying.
They take me home and everyone is cross with me for being so silly. I think I gave my mother a nervous breakdown but my father is nice. My brother is nasty, laughing at me and calling me a spoilt brat.
No one is interested in why I did it. They don’t understand, thinking I was just being naughty. Not being able to say goodbye to my grandmother has clung to me.
My brother is listening to me now, saying different people show their sadness in different ways. That feels nice.
We move to another scene in Sinda’s life as Sara.
Now I am fourteen and we are leaving England on a big boat bound for Australia. Father has a high role on the ship but he is not the captain. We [his family] are allowed to go along. There is a tutor on board for us and the other children. We will be returning to England, but the other passengers will be staying in Australia.
We arrive in Darwin. The ship moors in the ocean and we come ashore in a small boat. As we get off, we have to watch for crocodiles. Some people will be settling here, mostly government workers and their families. There is not much to see, just a few old timber houses and some Chinese and Aboriginal people. There are not many white folk but we visit a few. They are all really scared of the Aboriginal people.
We move to another scene, discovering that Sara and her family continued on to Cairns.
I am fifteen now and I am with another family travelling out into the bush. I am happy because it is an adventure. I have been allowed to stay with this family as a nanny to their children.
The previous nanny was their grandmother and she died. I felt sorry for the children losing their grandmother. I know how that feels, and wanted to look after them. The father is a government officer and we are going to the gold fields. It is scary, all bush and no roads. We have to find a way through.
We arrive at the goldfields and live in a timber house. Someone who hates the government sets it alight. It burns down and we all die. I am only sixteen.
I die peacefully. It was quick.
My parents are in Sydney and they just found out that I have died. They are sorry I went with that group. Mother is shouting at father. She is saying he shouldn’t have let me go. I want to interrupt her. I want to tell her that I’m fine because I’ve been reunited with my grandmother. Somehow, I cut through her suffering. I see her face relax. She apologises to my father. They’re still sad but they feel more at peace.
They decide to settle in Sydney. I think they are my maternal grandmother’s family in my current life.
Sinda now reflects on the deaths she has just experienced in these two past lives.
This death is strange. It seems awful to be burnt to death but it wasn’t. Sara’s death was so different to the death of María. María was fighting death. Sara didn’t know she was dying. She fell asleep and died. Then her grandmother was there and it was fine. Sara missed her grandmother so much she didn’t mind dying.
Sinda’s two deaths are worth examining. Both were horrible ways for a sixteen-year-old to die, but there is one major difference. María’s death involved her parents. The very people who are supposed to protect her had ordered her to die. As a result, María never accepted her death. She remained stoic, refusing to cry out, angry at the injustice she perceived. María clung tightly to those emotions as she died.
Sara, on the other hand, did not resist her death. She missed her grandmother, who was there to meet her when she died. She was fully resolved at the time of her death. In fact, she made some effort to reassure her parents that she was fine before she left the Earth’s sphere.
Before her session, Sinda had told me that she was afraid of being alone at night, especially when all the lights were off. I decide I will test Sinda now and see if resolving María’s death has reduced her fear of the dark. I ask Sinda to imagine being in her house alone when it is dark.
It is dark and scary. I can hear conversations. People are talking. They are outside. Oh. They’re spirits. Actually, they are the spirits of Indigenous people. They are restless. You know, Murdering Creek is just near us, at the back of our house.
Murdering Creek got its name from a massacre that took place there about 150 years ago. A white man dressed as a swagman enticed the local Gubbi Gubbi people out of their lakeside camp to follow him along the lake and up the creek. Seven white men were lying in wait, holding their rifles. When their victims came within range, the whites opened fire. They fired again on those who fled. No one knows how many were killed. Unfortunately, this was not the only massacre of Indigenous people around these parts of the Sunshine Coast at that time.
I encourage Sinda to send out a beam of light and love from her heart to these Indigenous spirits. I suggest she continue doing this until she knows she has their attention.
They are crying. I am sending light and love to them. They are aware of me now. I can read their minds and they are wondering if they can take their possums with them?
I tell Sinda to send them the message that they can take their possums. She should also ask them to look for the elders who can guide them. I suggest she watch what happens next.
They were lost. They took the possums with them for food. They are going up into a golden light. Gosh, there are a lot of them. Hundreds... They are gone now.
I contact Sinda six weeks after her session to see how she is going. She reports that she is much less fearful and no longer afraid of the dark. Funny thing, she cannot remember the lost Indigenous souls and their possums. In fact, she has little memory of anything that happened in the session. Our conversation takes place just a couple of days after Christmas. She has guests and it is the holidays. No doubt she has more practical things on her mind.
I speak with Sinda again a month after Christmas. By now she has taken the time to listen to the recording of her session. Being home alone at night no longer frightens her. She also remarks that the possums that had made such a terrible nuisance of themselves around her house have gone, never to return. She says she hadn't connected all those dots until she listened to the recording of her regression.
Norina
Norina was another person who had a fear of being alone at night. She came to see me because of her anxiety. Many situations bothered her but being alone at night was looming as a major problem. Norina’s husband had been promoted and needed to attend a meeting interstate. For the first time in her twenty-four years, Norina was going to be alone for several nights.
After making sure Norina feels safe and secure, I regress her back to a time when she was home alone. I ask her to access her fears.
I am in the house and I feel afraid. Are all the doors locked? Can anyone get in? I am afraid someone might break in and hurt me. I cannot relax. I am walking up and down the hall checking everything. I hear sounds. Oh! It is just the neighbours putting out the rubbish. I am so jumpy any noise worries me.
I know that the best way to transcend fear is to confront it. This situation of being alone has triggered Norina’s underlying fears. Now that the fear has surfaced, she has the opportunity to put it to rest.
Her greatest fear is that she would die. She bravely says she wants to confront this fear and release it.
Norina believes in past lives so it is easy to remind her that she cannot die, not permanently anyway. Reassurance settles her a little. However, believing you never really die is not the same as knowing you survive death.
Norina still feels anxious. I ask what she fears might happen. She says she is afraid someone will come in and murder her. I suggest we press pause for a moment so she can process what she is experiencing.
A man has broken in. He rapes me and now he has his hands around my neck. He is strangling me and I cannot stop him. I am struggling. I don’t want to die. I am too young to die.
I agree by telling Norina that our physical bodies do die, and when that happens our life, as we knew it, is over. She is angry. She doesn’t think it is fair to have to die so young.
I encourage Norina to feel her anger and disappointment, suggesting she go with any emotions that emerge.
When she is calm, I suggest we move forward again. She needs to accept death and let go. I keep reassuring her as she moves through the grief of her life’s end.
I don’t know if I can let go. I don’t want my life to end. I had many things I wanted to do. I don’t know where I am going. I am afraid. I am letting go now. I can see my body. It doesn’t seem right that we have to die. That is a horrible way to die. [Norina weeps.] I am letting go. Moving now...faster. I am being pulled backwards, upwards through a tunnel. The earth is far away. I can see a light up ahead and I am being pulled towards it. Now I am floating through crystal raindrops. So beautiful. I can feel the light. It is all around me, so warm and loving.
Tears roll down Norina’s cheeks. I suggest she stays awhile in this place that feels so warm and safe.
Norina smiles. She tells me that she feels at peace. She is not alone, and feels surrounded by love. I ask her if she remembers how she reached this peaceful place.
She tells me that she travelled through a tunnel.
I ask her what happened before she went through the tunnel. Her voice fills with wonder.
I died! I was scared in the house and someone came in. They strangled me. Ohhh. That is so strange. Once I let go I went into that beautiful place of peace. I remember the crystal raindrops and the love. There is so much love.
When Norina meets her guide, she wants to know why we have to live and then die.
He is telling me it is our own choice to come into a life. He says we choose our death, too. That seems strange. I am asking him why I would choose to die like that. It is to balance. To understand. We have to experience both. What we do in one life to others we have to experience too. Then we know and that is how we heal. He says we do not need to be afraid of death. All the pain melts away. In the end we are all loved and accepted.
A smile forms on Norina’s face. When I bring her out of the trance, we talk for a few minutes before I ask her to close her eyes and imagine she is back in her house alone.
‘How do you feel?’ I ask her.
‘Much better,’ she replies.
‘Is there anything to be afraid of ?’
‘No. It is quiet and really peaceful’. She opens her eyes and starts laughing.
There is no reason to be afraid. Wow! All that worry I had and there is nothing to really be afraid of. I can remember that feeling of love, so warm and...comforting. Knowing what is waiting, it is hard to be afraid of death.
Conclusion
When someone dies unprepared or traumatically, the emotion associated with death might remain unresolved. I base this view on the hundreds of clients I have regressed, who have metaphorically ‘died’ as part of the experience. During their session, they release any emotional trauma or shock associated with the death. I have observed that their anxiety, fear or stress is nearly always relieved, never to return.
Some popular movies such as Ghost and The Sixth Sense have explored the theme of earthbound souls. In Ghost, the soul is focused on resolving his sudden death. In The Sixth Sense, the psychologist does not know he is dead.
Although these movies are dramatised to entertain their audience, they show how souls could be trapped in the Earth system. The energy that is trapped is not complete and the soul’s focus is very limited. In The Sixth Sense, the young psychic schoolboy says that these dead people ‘only see what they want to see’. My experience tells me that this description is apt. Sinda, as María, did not have a peaceful death. She was horrified at being murdered on the instructions of her parents. At the moment of death, she was focused on the negativity of this experience. Such focus, I believe, traps the negative emotion that can reverberate in future lives. Perhaps Sinda was guided to access this past life in order to release this negative emotional energy.
One of the benefits of regressing to our past lives and life between lives is the opportunity to release unneeded emotional energies, whether these energies are from a disturbing past life or a traumatic death.
A number of professionals have investigated the phenomenon of lost souls. In his book, Thirty Years Among the Dead, Dr. Carl Wickland describes how he rescued hundreds of dead people with the help of his psychic wife. Dr. William Baldwin, in his book, Spirit Releasement Therapy, considers the predicament of earthbound souls and outlines techniques for releasing them. Dr. Edith Fiore (The Unquiet Dead) and Dr. Louise Ireland-Frey (Freeing the Captives) also claim to have released many lost souls.
Many religions, traditional and primitive, have prayers and rituals to release the spirits of the dead. Perhaps we should not ignore the importance of a peaceful death.
How can we ensure we have a peaceful death, no matter what the circumstances? Prepare. Attaining an attitude of acceptance is the best preparation. When death looms, even unexpectedly, it only takes a split-second to release and let go.
A regression can be a positive experience for those who fear death. It is difficult to retain this fear if you have experienced death, even if it took place in a trance. Dying, and then finding blissful peace, is a powerful accomplishment. Something deep inside us changes. I know I no longer feel afraid of dying. Instead, I imagine dying with a sense of peaceful acceptance. When the reaper arrives, surrender now seems easy. Many others, who have visited a past life or their life between lives, express similar sentiments.
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