Reactions in the Event of Death
This subject is a very “touchy” one and one that I do not take for granted or lightly by any means.
Is there a “right” and a “wrong” way to react in the event of death? I’ll let you be the judge of such things. Each of us has our own coping mechanisms, our own way of dealing with the feelings that come up when there is a death that affects us. The overwhelming waves of sadness, shock, grief, anger and rage can all be a part of reaction.
I write about this subject in the wake of the tragic school shootings in CT a few days ago. My sincere condolences to all the families affected by this senseless tirade go out. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain they must all be going through as well as those who witnessed this tragedy and all their friends and families connected to the event.
Within hours of the report of this violence, the debates began: gun control, mental health issues, political agendas, school safety, training our children for combat, etc. etc. etc. Sensationalism reigned over our news feeds and misinformation was delivered about many key details. More focus seemed to be on the person that caused this horrid act than was placed on the victims. With all of our technology available, from video live feed to internet, have we lost our sensitivity? Do we need to be privy to all details of how this event transpired, or can we trust our police officials to make the right decisions? Can we instead focus on the innocent children and adults who are no longer with us?
With the deathing work that I do, I have had the privilege of being at the side of many who have passed. I have also lost many who are very dear to me, most recently my father. When my father passed, all I wanted was to be comforted. I wanted to be held. I wanted to numb and not feel anymore. I wanted to remember every second I ever spent in the company of this remarkable man. I didn’t want to hear about the things he could’ve done differently regarding his health. I didn’t want to hear about cancer reforms or what political party was getting kickbacks from big pharma. All I wanted, really, was to remember his love. Had I experienced the negative reaction, I don’t know how I’d have been able to cope.
With the families of the loved ones I’ve assisted in transition, they also just wanted to honor and remember the person who’d passed. Many times with the uncomfortable emotions that death can stir, people can react in a variety of ways; some helpful, and some not quite so helpful. It is easy to push the sadness and grief away from the forefront and focus on other points to relieve the stress and anxiety.
Death is never easy, no matter which way it comes to pass. Whether it is a known inevitability or a sudden act, it is never easy for the ones left in it’s stead. Grieving is a vital part of the healing process. May we assist those within this process by sending them prayer, good energy and compassion.
I received and email from a student of mine that was quite broken up by the school shootings. She asked me how could God allow such terrible things to happen and what was the Angel’s perspective. I replied to her that I am far beyond the grasp of God’s divine understanding, but that I would bring forth what information came to me from the Angels. This is what came through:
“Were you to know the the reasons as to why this tragedy happened, would it make the pain suffered any less? Would the grief sustained be shortened in any way?
This is the time Dear Ones, to step out of your continual logical mind thinking and step fully and completely into your hearts. Embrace one another. Show love. Shine your light.
To heal these deep wounds requires bonding together, leaning on one another and holding each other tightly. It is not the time for arguing and negativity. It is the time for remembrance of what has been lost and comforting those in need.
Do not contemplate on things beyond your control or point blame. Center your energy instead on what is within your free will – Love; pure, simple, unconditional love.
Love shared with another is the greatest gift on Earth. Send your love freely to those who lost their lives and to their loved ones.”
I believe these statements hold true to all instances of death, and I am grateful for this enlightenment.
May we share the greatest gift of Love with each other in all times.
Angel Blessings to you all,
I am often asked the question, “What is it like to see what you see?” or “How do you see what you see?”
The best way to explain this is by showing you this photo. I wish I could blow it up larger on this page. I’m sure I can find a way to link to another site where you can get a better view.
On November 11, 2008, I had the divine privilege of helping several children cross over that had been stuck here in this dimension. Because of the sorrow and grief still felt by their families, these children were pulled to stay where the families came to grieve for them. I had seen these children several instances as I drove by the cemetery where they are buried on a daily basis.
A dear friend of mine, Regina Murphy, has a son, John, who is also buried at this cemetery. One morning while driving past the cemetery, I looked towards the children’s section and saw John standing playing music to a group of children gathered around him. It was so sweet and comforting. I shared the information with Regina the next time I saw her. A few days later she emailed me saying that John wanted us to help these children cross over. I quickly agreed and we set up a time to meet.
I woke up the morning of November 11th with the image of John and the children again. He was playing music and teaching them to line up and dance in a conga line kind of fashion. It was like they were dancing the bunny hop. At about 4:20pm I arrived at the cemetery. It was still light outside and the crisp autumn air made me very glad I had dressed warm. I walked around the children’s area, and was amazed to see so many babies buried there. As I walked around, I could feel the children’s energy all around me. They began to follow me. They were attempting to play tag. Just as they would almost touch me, I would turn around and they would run to hide behind a tree or tombstone. These beautiful little spirits still carried so much playfulness even in a place where grief and sadness dwells. I explained to the children why I was there and that they would have the opportunity to cross over if they chose to do so. I looked on the ground and saw a marker with the name John Joseph on it and across from it another with the last name Murphy. It was John’s way of letting me know he was there and soon his mother, Regina arrived.
Regina placed a statue of Mother Mary on the ground and lit a candle. She gathered her tuning forks and began walking around hitting the forks together to lighten the energy. I was communicating with the Angels, asking Gabriel to bring down the tunnel of light. Regina said that the children wanted me to sing and the words to Jesus Loves Me began to come through. As I sang and Regina lifted the energy, I could see the children lining up in a formation much like I had seen that morning when I woke up. John was there, and each child would approach him, hug him, and then walk into the tunnel of light and cross. I have helped people and spirits cross, but not on this level where there were so many and never where I could see multi dimensionally like this. It looked like a big grid lines with energies and colors going up and across all through this part of the cemetery.
There was one small boy, who was frightened and did not want to cross. He held onto the trunk of a tree not wanting to let go. Regina went over to that area and used the tuning forks to help him. John walked over and took his hand and led him to the light. There standing in the light was another child who looked much like him. She held her hand out to him. He took her hand, they embraced and then they were gone. I looked over by the tree and saw the headstones of a brother and sister and knew these were the children I had seen.
The energy had lifted and now a great healing could begin. Not just for the children, but also for the families. Regina had taken pictures while we worked. She uses a normal digital camera and with the help of her son who has passed, captures amazing proof of spirits and other dimensions. I was explaining to her what I had seen on a multi dimension level right before she captured the photo above. If you look closely, you can see the images and the faces of the children who had crossed that day along with the spirits and angels who assisted them.
A picture is worth a thousand words, this is true. There are not enough words to explain the depth of love and compassion I experienced that day. I am completely grateful to have witnessed such a remarkable miracle.
I share this with you to show that there really is no death. We continue to go on even when these physical vehicles we call bodies are gone. It is difficult for we as humans to remember this when we lose people who are so dear to us. I hope to shine the light on this difficulty by sharing stories like this one.
For more information on Regina Murphy and her amazing work, please check out her website at www.loveinactioninc.com .
To look at a LARGER view of the photo above (its much easier to see the children with a full screen image) go to my album on photobucket, here
Love & Laughter,