Death Process & Rambles 💀
Santa! Years ago on my old altar.
What is this Death Process that I'm referring to? Simple. No, not so. Before dying, I have learned that people get a short review of their lives. Not every thing is seen, just important moments. Poignant highs and lows and then the most powerful memories in the last of their years are made present. Not everyone can be included. Family, spouses and friends matter most.
It may look like your dying family member or friend is looking for something or wants to say something to you. Often, its no secret. It is that they love you and they are not afraid at all. My dad's eyes searched me. He looked scared. I told him that I'm okay. Tom and I are good. And not to worry, just relax. Everything lifted from him. I held his hand and squeezed in reassurance.
But, this part is easier than the actual death process for the person. My mom slipped into a coma. Unfortunately, my dad did not. He died in a rather terrible expression. The nurses could have fixed him easily, but did not. His death process was fine - just not his appearance. He is actually quite happy! No more chronic pain!
The death process is different for everyone. Ppl with sudden, self-inflicted, violent, or too soon deaths don't have it easy. They can't settle. The spirit stirs. Hauntings happen. But I'm not one who deals with hauntings of this type. I break souls and get rid of demons (lesser demons). I also break chains, open roads, and liberate ppl from destructive behavior if it relates to the spiritual realm. But I am no expert.
Pretty abuela! Te quiro! 💖💖💖
Launch into my death stories! M.M. yes, indeed! 💖💀💖 (Memento Mori, "Remember Death" or "Remember you will die!")
I was a rock for my brother at the early moments when our dad passed. He looked so sad. Defeated and lost. I remained stoic and tearful but acting like our mom would. Aware of the situation but cool and collected. Still that Gibraltar to him. He was sobby and broken and strangely, I was peaceful. I felt dad and his love. I knew he'd be happy. Jerry didn't. I think he was jealous of me being so close to dad, but I lived 2 hours away.
Jerry lived 5 blocks away from dad!i understand that dad's last few years were bad. He was shuffled from his home (which had a lien on it), to hospital, then a home. No wonder my dad was stressed. I feel bad about not seeing my dad when he was more well. He was always determined to stay mobile. Once he was down, he didn't get back up. I just remember seeing my dad after I lost a lot of weight. His face of disbelief! Lol! Half of me was gone!
Sorry. I'm sentimental. Sometimes I wonder if I could help others deal with death in their life with my unique outlook, real life experience with death and death entities, and maybe even a simple ritual or two. Since I'm not religious but spiritual, it opens things up. I'm not fixed and will cross-deity. Which means that I will work spiritually with the being you worship or prefer.
Rattling brains...
M.M. 💖💀💖
