Conversation with Death

…please don’t be upset…what plagues you? Is this the fear you always speak of, the fear that breaks your spirit…It is sad you can not speak your souls tongue…would you like me to interpret for you?

“I do not understand, is my soul not part of my mind or body, am I not connected with my soul? I am so confused…”

…no, no, no…let me rephrase that, you are connected, just not thinking the same. Sometimes during our journey we forget to look at the map, the directions are embedded in our memory. The same is true for your soul. Your soul holds so many answers…you know they are there, you just forget to look. Our soul speaks in a silent tongue, an ancient language of God…an amazing ballad set to make the body move. It is one thing to be born…it is another thing to be alive…You are alive!

“I can feel its answers, I can sense the truth, I am aware of its power. Yet, I can not understand if it is an illusion of my mind, or an appeasement to my senses. Either way I know not…”

What can be done to ease your sorrows, for I know not even what sorrows you?

“I fear for my heart, I fear for my soul, I feel the frailty of loss.
I fear the frailty of loss, for I have lost but few, and those few I ponder…”
“I do not fear you, I fear the wake left in my place, I fear the uncertainty of feeling the same love…”
“Love of my soul-mates…not lovers…but sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers…
What have I if I can not have them again? The same love?”

“That is what sorrows me”

Speak to your Soul, rest assured, you know…you will always and have always known…

And then there was silence…

10 responses to “Conversation with Death

  1. (((Joanne))) Thank You…I am exploring my spirit more and more

    (((Surface Earth))) Always an Honor, my friend

    (((ToBeMe))) You always see to the heart of all. Namaste

  2. Silence? I have lost many to the shadow of death. My mother, my father, love ones and friends. I believe they are on a different plane, another form of energy . . . does energy really ever vanish, or does it simply change forms. I would like to think that when the conversation with death takes place, I will have nothing to ask; all will be revealed, therefore, I will simply be silent. But if I have to be guided, as in this life, then so be it.

    When I was a child, I would have this dream of being dead in the ground; but in my dream, there was something still alive in my brain, and as such, I was aware of everything, but I could not relate to anything; I could not relate to my body, but I was aware it was there. I could not relate to the world that some part of my brain was still alive, never to die, and I was trapped in the ground. I could feel the coldness, but I could not relate to it. I could see the darkness, but could not open my eyes. I could scream, but could not be heard. Sometimes the dreams would have the actual me in that state too…I could not awaken myself. I could not move my body. My people used to call it the “witch riding my back.” I’ve met others whom this phenomenom has happened, anyone out there?

    (((Cordie)))… I have had the same dream, with a different setting. I believe you were shown a secret, one that will be revealed in full when the time comes… As for your ideas on Death, I agree… Thank you for your wonderful thoughts!

  3. (((rainer))) what a wonderful thing to say… your words are beautiful and your soul shines bright in my eyes… thank you for sharing your energy here… it radiates through my words… namaste

  4. sometimes death gets a bad rap. but there are times its merciful. and as much as it scares me, it would frighten me more to live forever. the best any of us can do is leave something worthwhile behind. not necessarily tangible, but something intangible, which is certainly harder to do. to leave something spiritual. but it will last longer.

    “Not a whit, we defy augury. There is special providence in
    the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to
    come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—the
    readiness is all. Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows what is’t
    to leave betimes, let be.” – Hamlet.

    “it’s not the knowledge of how to live – it’s the learning of how to die.” – charles coakley simpson 2009

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