I'm a Monty Python fan, yes I know sad but true. My husband picked up a cheap DVD of the Meaning of Life and we watched it the other night. I snortled and chortled my way through the movie again. There is a scene in the Movie where four people are sitting at the dinner table, and Death is looming over them, huge, black cloak and skeletal hands. The man asks, "How can we all be dead together then?" Death replies "The Salmon Mousse" Everyone stares at the Hostess. "Marjorie.... How could you? Canned Salmon? How dreadfully common". Death proceeds to take them with him to the other side.
It made me think about it really, we always seem to perceive Death in movies as this huge, looming presence, all bones, scythe, black as night, vicious and callous. The things of nightmares really. The thing was in the movie, The Meaning of Life, these people had not known they were dead until Death had pointed it out. While I was driving into Christchurch last night I was talking to the Guides about it. A lot of people fear death, look at it as the end of their mortal lives, worry when they will die, what will happen, is there life after this one?
When my Grandfather passed, he was in hospital and my sister and I went in to visit him for the last time. I always considered this Grandfather (the naughty one) as a huge amount of fun when I was small. To see him propped up in bed, monitors etc was the end of an era, one of the last connections with my Dad who died in an accident years before. One of my guides at the time said look past this and see who is here with him.
In the room was an amazing amount of people, all waiting, just being there supporting and waiting for my Grandfather to pass. Standing in the corner of the room was the most amazingly beautiful Angel I have ever seen, the utmost peace, love, and compassion,shining brighter than I have ever seen an Angel shine. That was the thing that amazed me, how loving and COMPASSIONATE this Angel was. I have never seen this Angel again. The reason? This Angel is one of the ones, which we call Death. This truly amazing being (who I feel privileged to have seen) is completely and utterly the opposite of what we perceive, be it in movies, or in real life, what Death is.
Death isn't really death anyway, it is a transition out of a physical being back into the trueness of form we all are. We don't like pain that's true and that is associated with the physical. On leaving the physical there is no pain, no hurt. The transition is seamless to the other side, and yet we fear Death so much. I said to the Guides, maybe in future that would be a good thing to let us remember when we came back here. Memories of death just being a passage from one physical life to another. The comment back was, then some people would not truly value the journey and take more risks than necessary due to that. That we could become too complacent of the transitions and not place enough value on being and living in the physical. Hmmm seems like we have a lot of growth due in that regard. Our perceptions are interesting to say the least and at times our pre-occupation around death is complex and fear based.
While I acknowledge it is horrible, hard and heartwrenching to lose the people we love. Please understand that they are collected, comforted and welcomed back home, in the arms of loved ones, of Angels and the ever beautiful Death Angels, loving, compassionate, wondrous beings. The sense of peace, of coming home and the joy at being reunited with ones passed before is one of the most wonderful things of death. Please don't fear death, be pre-occupied with it, or deny it. It is an integral part of our journey. Black Cloaks, scythes, skeletons aside, we need to have more understanding and less fears. Ohhh, and also? Don't eat the salmon mousse ;-)