facebook/events/558551567608545/ Join our Teleconference Healing Circle Sunday, June 29, 2014, at 11 AM Pacific, 12 Mountain, 1 Central, 2 Eastern and 8 PM South Africa time. Its free or by donation. To participate call 209-255-1000 and use the access code 447038#. If you have trouble connecting, try 424-203-8405. See mark-landau/when.htm I wrote this on June 21. Yesterday morning, around 6:40, I had the privilege of communing with a fifteen-year-old feline named Fearless as she breathed her last. It was a precious moment. In my experience, her immediate transition state was of freedom, joy and release. I have had many experiences of communing with human disincarnates, often shortly after they died. But this was my first time in this life being with a soul as its body expired. In some Indian literature it is said that Death is like the sting of a thousand scorpions. This is not my experience. Although, Im sure, innumerable things can happen, I would say that is rare and for those who truly need the pain of intense, immediate purification. If it happens at all, Im sure it is very brief. While I have perceived disincarnates immersed in one of the bardos, those necessary, blessed purification chambers we sometimes so need to go through as the soul transits its preparations for its next experience, I dont believe the innocents need much of that. And those mild sufferings we humans sometimes do are not long lasting, though for some who have done truly monstrous deeds, me being one, we can seem to be held in crypt-like chambers for interminable periods (though, even with these, here we are). Fearless was a very considerate dyer. She was fine as I bid goodnight, went through most of her thrashings and natural exit throes in the wee hours by herself in the middle of a carpet and stayed in her body so I could lift her to her special hospice bed on the couch and be with her as she went through her final phase of departure. She went through her throes in silence and, just before her last breath, gave off two sweet moans, twitched, stretched her hind legs and exited her body into the space above. In being fully with her, I was able to feel her happiness in release. The moral? Of death, be Fearless.
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