I had to dig through some of my old blogs to find something I wrote ages ago. I was surprised (and a little embarrassed) to see some of the weird shit I'd shared. Yikes. And I was surprised to see how much funnier my blogs used to be. Apologies for being so humorless since reprising the blog. I don't know how to fix that, but I'll try. ;-) Anywho. I wanted to find this blog and repost it b/c I had a big, fat break-through and wanted to share. First, the backstory:
As a child I was terrified of death. TERRIFIED. I was also afraid of the dark, as that’s when things that want to kill you come out - vampires, Jaws, wolves, aliens, the creeps in the Thriller video, and anyone appearing on “Unsolved Mysteries”. I had nightmares all the time. I clearly remember sneaking into Mom & Pop’s room in the wee hours, trying to guess which side of the mattress would welcome me in and which would send me back to my Holly Hobby-clad bed. Sometimes when my nightmares woke me up, I’d stay paralyzed under the covers. Too scared to run down the hall for help. My big sister hovered inches above my head in the top bunk, but the long climb up the ladder would surely leave me vulnerable to the creatures lurking below.
Bedtime caused me quite a bit of anxiety. My parents told me these hideous creatures did not exist and that I was safe. But I never felt safe. Nobody was able give me the security I needed. Thinking back, I want to cry for that tiny frightened girl white knuckling her blankets all night. It was sad to feel so alone and scared, even if the fear was completely irrational.
Happy to report, I’m not afraid of the dark anymore. I find the dark quite peaceful now and would have a hard time sleeping with even a nightlight. I kicked the darkness neurosis when I was 24 (this is abnormally old, I know). I worked on a cruise ship called Maasdam and there were no portholes in my cabin. My roommate and I worked crazy hours and caught zzzs whenever we could. Since our cabin had no porthole, the room was often dark in the middle of the day and out of respect for one another we’d fumble around quietly with the lights off. Midday darkness just doesn’t hold the scare factor that midnight darkness does. You can’t be freaked out at noon. It’s just not cool. I also found that between total exhaustion, supreme drunkenness and rolling seas I could’ve sleepily spooned with the Boogie Man and been blissfully unaware.
The fear of death lingered much longer, but ended equally abruptly. As quickly as it took to read the book “Life after Life” by Raymond A. Moody. In it, Moody proves through recorded observations that people who have near death experiences (NDEs) report similar or near-identical stories. Pulling away from the human bodies in spirit, traveling down the long tunnel, entering the loving light, feeling peaceful omniscience, reviewing their lives, seeing a crystal city, deciding they still have work to do on Earth and returning to physical lives. You have to read the book to get the whole story. Good stuff. I’ll blog about it more later.
The point is, I was afraid of the unknown. Death. But now I know death isn’t really death. It’s a transition into love and light. And love and light is pretty fabulous.
There is so obviously something more. Whether or not you subscribe to reincarnation, it’s hard to ignore thousands of people who report having the same NDE. For me, in accepting the FACT that there is life after life, I overcame my deeply rooted fear of physical death. In time, I also figured out why I was so afraid of it to begin with. I think the answer is this: I grew up without religion or open conversation about spirituality.
Regardless of the practice, religion teaches children that heaven exists. Religion looks those little munchkins in the eyes and tells them, without doubt, that they possess eternal spirit. Religion provides answers to kids who have sooooo many questions. And we all know a kid’s favorite question: Why? But why? Yah, but WHY??????? I never had those answers as a child. But now I think I have some.
I don’t habitually take my kids to church, mosque or temple (though they are all lovely options), but I talk about God and this amazing Universe all day here in the home. My house is my church - full of God’s energy. I am very confident when I tell my children that we will always be together. That we have shared countless lifetimes loving each other. That sometimes I’m the Mommy, sometimes they are, sometimes we’re just friends. But that we are always together, full of love and light.
They listen, laughing and wondering with each other, “Who was I before? Who will I be next? I hope I’m a dolphin! I hope I’m a bird! Hahaha!” And somehow, these are my kids. Laughing at death. Who would’ve guessed?
I confess, to this day I still launch myself into the covers from half way across the bedroom. That gnarly hand reaching out from below doesn’t stand a chance. ;-)
Okay, now the break-through. You know how I told you that Corbie Mitleid read my Akashic Records? Well, one of the personal issues that I wanted to address during the reading was the fact that I have lived all my life with this fear of being killed, slashed, chased, murdered, severed, eaten, whatever. Gross. Corbie introduced me to four of my soul's personalities and I found out I had several unappealing demises. I spent about 3 days processing the feelings associated with this reading. It was intense. A good intensity.
This is what happened next. My hubby went overseas for a week and I was here alone with the kids. Typically when he travels, I lay in bed - burglar alarm on, gaze toward hallway, covers up to my chin, cell phone in hand with the numbers 911 punched in - mentally freaking out. Every time the heater cracks, every time the window rattles, every time the dog rolls over, I am jerked out of sleep and lie there frozen in terror until the sun dawns. It's fucking horrible.
BUT!!!!!!!!! Guess what???? That didn't happen last week.
Instead I slept like a baby! (I mean a normal baby, not my babies who didn't sleep through the night until they were actually toddlers.) Oh, and I was challenged, too. The kids had stomach bugs and were up puking for two nights - I was able to drag myself to their rooms, wash their hair, change their sheets, relocate them and immediately return to bed and pass out. I did not even run fast past the windows or turn on all the lights or take a flying leap into the bed from across the room! This is HUGE for me and I am TOTALLY convinced that Corbie's reading is the reason my fear has dissipated. She was like, "Well, kid, you've been shot, slain, lynched and poisoned. You're not going to go out that way again." Can I just say this? PPPHHHHHHEEEEEWWWWWWzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...................