What is death like?

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A lot of people have been asking me questions about the nature of death and the process of dying in the wake of the passing of Whitney Houston.  I had to think about whether I would actually get into answering those questions just because there are people who are extremely sensitive and fearful of death who might be offended by open discussion about it.  However, the nature of fear is the unknown and I think if more people understood death, then they wouldn’t be so afraid of it.  So I’m going to answer the most common questions I get based on my personal experiences with going through the death process with people.

Please understand that this is a blog about the general process of dying, not entirely specific to Whitney Houston.  I personally don’t feel that it’s appropriate to put her process on blast so soon after her passing.  This blog is meant to help people cope with their fears of death, not sensationalize a tragic event in pop culture.

The most common misconception I hear about death is that people think it is somehow a mistake when someone dies “young”.  The truth is not a single person in existence dies before their predetermined time, even when it is a child who has died, which is a difficult idea to understand when you are facing the loss of a young loved one.  The only exception to this rule is suicide.  People who take their own lives, in my opinion based on personal experiences, are changing the conditions of their pre-planned life paths by taking their own lives – an act which is against universal law.  People have allotted time for their lives, no matter long or short, and there is always a reason for how and when they die but suicide is outside of it.  There is always a bigger lesson to be learned.  Either the person has completed their lessons for that lifetime or their death is meant to help other people with their own lessons.  It is never an accident or a mistake.  There is a reason for everything.  Every suicide I’ve encountered, however, has to go through a serious process of healing on the other side and they are often prohibited from reincarnating until they understand what they’ve done, just as people who have committed murder.

The second most common misconception I hear about death is that people think if the dying person is not surrounded by people they love, they die alone and it’s all very sad.  This is absolutely not true and I can speak from personal experience of witnessing it myself.  Death is not a finality.  It is just a transition.  The soul, the consciousness, whatever you want to call it, does not cease to exist when the body dies.  There is entirely too much emphasis placed on the importance of the body.  After we die, the body has no more value than discarded dirty clothes in the laundry.  In the next lifetime, we will get a new set of clothes – a new body.  But during the transition from physical world to the spiritual world, it is absolutely not true that we go through it alone.  Just like living people here are helping people prepare for death, spirits in the afterlife are also doing the same there end.  Souls of the people we have lost along the way are aware when her death is coming and they will come back to sort of hold our hands through the process.  Even if the death is quick or if it is lingering, the process is basically the same.  Love is not a connection that can be broken with death and our loved ones are still able to help us.

Several years ago, the man I regard as my stepfather died of cancer.  By the time he was diagnosed, it was too late for medical intervention, so he decided to go home and die as natural as possible, aside from painkillers and such.  I moved back home for the last three months of his life to help my mother through it.  We weren’t sure when he was going to go but as his time drew closer, the atmosphere in the house began to change.  There are, for lack of a better term, walls between the physical world and the spiritual world and when someone is getting ready to die, the walls become very, very thin in order to allow loved ones of the soon-to-be deceased to come and go and help as necessary.  A lot of people are not aware of these subtle changes in the environment because they are so wrapped up in their own grief that they can’t feel it, but mediums and such have long reported this kind of phenomena.  Outsiders coming into our house often told us that the energy in the house felt different – it felt heavier and crowded as if there were a lot of people around but there weren’t, not that they could see anyway.

As my stepfather moved in and out of consciousness toward the end, he was telling us about how his parents and other people were coming and going and helping him get ready to go.  This was not a hallucination because he was very lucid when he was awake and he was always able to tell us what day it was, what his name was, etc.  They were giving him spiritual lessons to pass on to us before they took him, including why he was being taken away from us after only five years of being with my mother.  We were lucky to get some spiritual answers like that which would be of great comfort to us after he was gone.  The fact that we were aware of the other side being involved in his transition from life to death helped us get through it and we recovered from grief much faster because we knew not only was he still in existence but he was still looking after us in his own way.  That is true for everyone who has passed away.  They still exist and they are still looking after us from their spiritual position.

Even when death comes quickly, such as an accident or something of that nature, in the majority of cases, the person who is dying is collected by their loved ones.  However, it is important to note that moving on into the afterlife is a choice.  Dying is not a choice but moving into the afterlife is a choice.  Loved ones will come and say this is what’s happening, come with us, we will help you, and so on and so forth, but free will exists in spirit just like it does in the physical.  If a person who has died refuses to move into the afterlife, then they become stuck and that is how a haunting happens.  Sometimes a person is not aware they had died because the death happened so quickly and their loved ones are not able to convince them that they have in fact died.  That is another cause of hauntings.  However, hauntings are not forever.  A soul, at any time, can choose to move into the afterlife and will therefore end the haunting.  There are a lot of cases where a haunting will suddenly end and never start again.  This because the soul finally accepted death and moved on to the afterlife.  Sometimes it takes living people to essentially stage a “taking back my house” ritual in which it resembles a bit of an intervention for the spirit to say they have died and they need to move on.  Even if a person dies very suddenly, if they have accepted the death, they will move on to the afterlife.  It’s really a soul by soul basis as to who moves on and who stays and for how long.

The only difference between someone who is dead and someone who is alive is having a body or not.  That’s it.  They live in their world and we live in ours but they can look after us from there and some of us can see them from here.

I’ve also heard several people saying over the years that they are afraid so-and-so is angry at them because they weren’t there when they died.  I wish to help people understand better that this is not true and I have never ever encountered a spirit who says, “I’m furious with so-and-so because they didn’t come say goodbye to me before I died.”  That has simply never happened.  That kind of guilt is a hangup of the living and needs to be released because it’s not doing any good and it’s only causing harm to yourselves.  When a person dies and successfully transitions into the afterlife, there is no such thing as anger or sorrow or any other negative feeling of that nature.  It simply isn’t the nature of the soul.  Unhappy spirits are the ones who are earthbound – the ones who haven’t accepted their death.  The majority of people will go on to the afterlife where everything is forgiven.  There is no such thing as being angry that so-and-so wasn’t there when they died.  As soon as you die, you are no longer interested in your body or what happens to it.  Your body is not you.  Your soul is you.  They are extremely aware of the love we give them throughout their lives into their deaths and being present when they die is really just a miniscule concern when you add up lifetimes of love.  Even if there was a rupture in relationships that were never resolved before death, you have to remember that they are in a position of having much more knowledge about everything in the universe than we do here within the limitations of the body.  Let go of your guilt because they have let go of it where they are now.

The point at which the soul leaves the body is debatable and not at all a “rule”.  We all leave our bodies from time to time for a reprieve when we are asleep but the majority of us never know it.  This is called astral travel or astral projection.  Sometimes people can do it at will.  When it comes to either severe illnesses or actually dying, the soul will actually leave the body, from what I have seen, before the body actually dies.  This is not true in every cause of death, however.  I’m talking about people in comas, people suffering with terminal illnesses who drift in and out, people who drown, and so on and so forth.  It’s especially true that the soul leaves the body before the body dies when the body is taking an extremely long time to die.  This is the universe’s way of sparing us of pain and suffering.  So in that respect, sometimes death comes very quick for people even when it looks like it’s taking a very long time.  They are saying that perhaps Whitney Houston drowned in her bathtub due to being unconscious from taking Xanax.  Again, we don’t know if this is true but I’m using it as a temporary example.  She probably went very quickly without suffering very much at all, if at all totally, because being unconscious facilitated her the ability to leave her body immediately with the help of spirits of loved ones around her.  Another example would be a friend of a friend of mine who was killed in a terrible car accident many years ago.  I am entirely certain that she left her body instantly and didn’t feel a thing even though the body she left behind was terribly mutilated and burned because of the accident.  The soul is amazingly resilient and the body is amazingly delicate.

So how does this entire thing affect people who have died and been brought back to life?  That is quite simple.  It simply wasn’t there time.  This is something that is commonly reported in near-death experiences.  When the person dies temporarily and is greeted by loved ones, they are almost always told the same thing: “It isn’t your time yet.”  Again, this goes back to the knowledge that nobody dies before they’re supposed to die.  Near-death experiences are designed to be a wake-up call for the people experiencing them as well as the people who hear their stories.  There is a purpose in near-death experiences.  Without them, we would not have faith that there is life after death and we would not be inspired to do better, to live a fulfilled life, and to do what is necessary for making the world a better place.  Occasionally people in near-death experiences will be given a choice about whether to die or come back and a very large number choose to come back, probably because something inside of them knows that it isn’t their time yet.  Again, free will plays a large role in these things but we usually do what is best for everyone around us, including ourselves.

I hope that helps some of you find answers to your questions about death and gives some comfort about the process.  I really encourage you to go and read about near-death experiences if you are feeling fear about it because people who have come back will give you hope.  Another idea is to watch I Survived… Beyond And Back, which is a show on Bio that allows people to talk about their near-death experiences and teach us what they have learned.  The common theme with all of them is, “I’m no longer afraid to die.”  And neither should you be afraid.  It’s just a transition from one world to the next.

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Gorgeous and interesting 19th century clothes

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I have found a use for Pinterest besides reposting snarky commentary on relationships. Several of my Civil War reenactor friends and historical costuming friends have been pinning pictures of museum pieces throughout the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries of historical clothing. I wanted to put some of my favorite ones into a blog.

We’ll start with a couple of very interesting corsets.

The blue corset (top) dates to circa 1851-1861 based on the shape and construction. Ordinarily I would pass right over this corset as looking like any other, except one major difference. It’s blue. Personally I have never seen a corset of color dated that early in the 19th century. The vast majority of corsetry throughout the 19th century through the Civil War were white without much embellishment, if any at all, and that was to make cleaning easier. All underclothes of that period were simple, white and could withstand the harsh ingredients in cleaning agents of that time. Corsets of color as a rule did not come into fashion until the late 19th century and even then, most of them were still white but with colored embellishments like embroidery or trim. A solid blue corset was a very fashion forward idea in the 1850s. I like that lady already!

The gray corset (bottom) dates to 1851 based on the shape and construction. It would probably not have been used after 1855. The corset itself is pretty standard but there is an extremely interesting feature. See the “wings” on the hips? Those are called basques and they were apparently meant in this case to help support the weight of the skirt and petticoats. Remember the cage crinoline was still a few years away, so the bell shaped silhouette was achieved by the use of multiple petticoats layered on top of each other. So many petticoats became heavy on the body. This lady had the great idea of adding basques to her corset meant to help support the weight. I have not personally seen this before and I think it’s fabulous.

So now let’s look at some dresses.

Couldn’t you just die over this dress? I was immediately drawn to it because it’s so timeless that I would use it as a wedding dress today in the 21st century. This dress is supposed to have been a wedding dress from 1869, made of silk satin. The lines are so simple that they’re strikingly modern and the fabric looks to be in great condition. The belt with the adapted rosette embellishment looks like waistline decorations I’ve seen on those wedding shows my grandmother endlessly watches.

Next dress.

I really wish this picture was bigger because this dress is way too fabulous for such a small viewing area. It reminds me of a beautiful piece of cake. This is a ballgown from 1865. You can see the skirt silhouette evolving from the bell shape during the war into the eventual polonaise revival popular toward the end of Reconstruction. The ballgown is made of a pink taffeta underdress with an overlay of pink silk organza and satin stripes. I’d throw a party just to wear this dress!

Next dress.

Just take a minute to breathe in the details of this beauty. I don’t know very much about this dress except it’s dated circa 1853-1854 because of the cut, sleeves and neckline. I’m not sure what this dress is made of but my educated guess is painted silk with some woven detail. The colors in themselves are stunning aside from the construction of the dress. The lady who owned it would have worn a white blouse or her chemise under it, as well as white undersleeves to protect the dress from the oils, dirt and sweat on her body. The detailing is what makes this dress stunning.

Next dress.

This is a beautiful woven silk (maybe a silk/wool blend?) dress from the mid to late 1850s.  I think it could have been used early in the Civil War as well, judging by the shape of the bodice.  The pagoda sleeves are distinctly 1850s, however, and the woman would have worn white under sleeves underneath as well.  What’s really striking about the stress to me is the pattern of the fabric and the color combination.  There is a silver sheen to it that suggests to me that the woman would have maybe worn it for a nighttime event that did not require being fully dressed up.  It’s really stunning.

That’s just a small slice of the wonderful examples of historical clothing I have found from users on Pinterest.

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Kiss me, I’m 30!

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So, I’m turning 30 tomorrow.  Actually, since I run on Paris time (LOL), it’s past midnight right now, which means I am 30 in Paris.  I have been joking about it for a long time, the fear of entering into a new decade, and most of it is just joking.  Don’t mistake me.  There is part of me that has been a little bit more reflective about my life than usual as if I somehow feel time pressing on me a little more than I did at this time last year.  That has been kind of coming out as joking about feeling old and panicking about this particular birthday.

Ten years ago at this time I was 19 going on 20 and I was completely thrilled about leaving my teens behind.  I never liked teenagers even when I was one.  That was probably because I never really behaved like a teenager.  I was not going to parties every weekend or going to football games or anything like that in high school.  I was studying, researching, going through some very personal struggles that still impact who I am today.  I have always been told from a lot of different people that I was a 40-year-old trapped in a child’s body, and apparently, now my chronological age is starting to match up with my personality.  I have this tendency of being ahead of the curve and I think maybe there’s a little bit of panic now that I’m catching up with the curve, which means I have to work even harder to stand out from the crowd.  Then a certain sense of fear creeps in that I might not succeed at everything I set out to do anymore.  My personality is flushed with the kind of ambition that makes me see myself as a failure if I don’t meet every goal I set.  That, I know, is probably more of a flaw than anything else.  I am very ambitious and I don’t stop until I accomplish something no matter what it takes.

Right before we graduated high school, our English teacher made videos of each student setting up three goals for themselves to accomplish in their 20s and at the 10 year high school reunion, which I did not attend, the videos were going to be played so we could see what we accomplished and what we did not.  I remember taking my turn making the video somewhat vaguely.  High school was not a happy time for me so I blocked out a lot of it but I remember some of what I said.  My first goal was to be a published author of at least three books by the time I turned 30.  My second goal was to have seen Europe by the time I turned 30.  My third goal was to be married and have a child by the time I turned 30.  Of those three goals, I only accomplished one of them.  I am a published author of three books and I did all of that by the time I was 27, so I was ahead of the curve in that regard, but I have not yet seen Europe and I’m definitely not married or a mother.  The time between graduating high school and turning 20 is kind of hazy for me.  I wasn’t really doing much except writing and tending to my long-term relationship, which would end by the time I was 21.  Nobody stays with their high school boyfriend forever.  It wasn’t that he didn’t treat me well – he did treat me like a queen – but we simply grew apart as I became my own woman instead of a teenage girl.

If I could talk to my 20-year-old self now, I would tell her to run like hell from a 3 1/2 year engagement that would happen a few years later.  Honestly, you would not recognize my 20-year-old self if you met her today.  She and I are completely different people now.  She was very naïve and she believed in love.  She believed everyone had good intentions with no desire to be hurtful, selfish, greedy, manipulative or deceitful.  Despite prolonged sexual molestation by a male relative, I still believed in love when I was 20 and 21.  That is the part of myself I miss – the part that could look at a man and not automatically think he’ll lie, manipulate and cheat his way into my life with varying degrees of abuse.  I walked right into an abusive relationship that took 3 1/2 years to extract myself from and basically shattered my 20s.  Somehow I even managed to finish my first novel during that dark time.  It wasn’t until I miscarried a child in 2005 that I woke up and decided that nobody was going to change my life for me.  I had to do it myself.  Ever since then, I have not been the soft, docile, loving lady that I used to be.  I have become so much more guarded and it takes me forever to let anybody in to see my most private nature.  Essentially my 20s were about building up my walls.  Now I have such heavy walls around myself that I think I’ve even got moats with alligators and sharks swimming around in them.

But, as they say, when you shut out the bad, you also shut out the good.  I have been thinking about what I want my 30s to be and I think I’ve decided this decade should be about pulling down some of those walls.  I have some really wonderful friends – truly gifted, compassionate, talented, beautiful women (and some men) – but I still find myself shutting myself away from them much of time.  I don’t mean I’m not there as a friend but I do tend to disallow myself from getting emotionally attached to people.  If they turn out to be manipulative and cruel in some way, then it won’t hurt so much when I find out the truth.  I think anybody who has been molested as a child or goes through an abusive relationship as an adult understands what I mean by being a friend but still being almost completely emotionally detached for self protection.  I find myself emotionally attached to a couple of people right now and it’s almost laughable at how much it makes me panic.  Vulnerability is not something I do very well!  If I’m going to grow as a soul, which is what I try to teach people to do, then I have to try to push myself outside of my comfort zone.  I’m going to have to learn to trust somebody again.  I’m not getting any younger, obviously.

Aside from soul development, I have been thinking about some other goals I want to accomplish with my 30s.  Obviously going to Europe is still very important to me, especially as an artist.  France is my ultimate dream.  I would love to spend some time in Paris getting to know the city as it is today, evolved from the city I knew in the 1780s.  I also want to live away from my family for a while, not because I don’t love them, but because I am a woman and it is incredibly difficult to live at home when you have been on your own before.  Sometimes it feels degrading.  My family takes very good care of me most of the time and we all get along pretty well, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am an independent woman at heart who needs her own space.  That particular goal might be harder given my physical limitations and my evolved 30-year-old self is much more aware of limitations then my naïve 20-year-old self.  I will never again get into a situation where I do not have a quick escape.  I will never again isolate myself the way I did in my 20s.  I will never again give up everything for a man who never deserved me in the first place.  Independence can be achieved the right way without believing I have to give up my identity to suit someone else’s needs.

I have so many books in my head that need to be written and published that I will absolutely be busy for the next decade doing just that.  I started out in fiction but I have slowly evolved into writing nonfiction books on different angles of spirituality, psychic development, reincarnation, and paranormal investigation.  I will never give up my fiction roots but I think that doing intuitive readings is not my life purpose and teaching people is my life purpose.  I can teach without doing readings.  That may be the hardest thing of all – becoming financially independent enough to not depend on the income I have from readings in order to move into what I really should be doing with teaching everything I’ve learned about spirituality and the unknown.  My family keeps pressuring me to get a manager and get on some television show in the style of Paranormal State or Ghost Hunters, but I’m not actively seeking that kind of thing.  If it’s offered to me, I will consider it, but I don’t foresee that kind of thing being offered to me and I’m not going to hinge my life around it at all.  I have seen what shows like that due to the people from the inside out and I wouldn’t jump into something like that without very deep consideration first.  It’s a lot harder than it looks.  Trust me.

It’s nice to know that my family has enough faith in me to believe I could be worthy of “fame” but I truthfully don’t see myself as worthy of that kind of thing.  My family tends to be a little bit more materialistic than I am.  It’s all about money and security in the future, which I understand from a practicality standpoint, but maybe it’s still part of the naïve 20-year-old in me who seeks fulfillment from real things.  I don’t consider fame to be real fulfillment.  Unfortunately, a person can’t get their message out into the masses without having a television show, being in the media, etc., anymore so it may be a necessary evil in my future.  I don’t really know.  I do know that I will never allow myself to be pressured into something that doesn’t feel right again.  I will only agree to things in any aspect of my life if they feel right.  Listening to my instincts is something I’m still trying to actively do more often.  I’m not entirely against having a relationship with the media but I will only do it on my terms.  Like I said though, my family has more faith in me than I have faith in myself for that kind of thing.

As for that third goal I made when I was a senior in high school of having a marriage and a child, I’m not sure about that anymore.  I’ve had the platinum engagement ring with the carat diamond.  I’ve had the house.  I’ve had the allegedly great relationship with a man which was a really great at all.  I lost a child.  Part of me just really doesn’t want to attempt going down that road again even though I have had flirtations since then, and I have had my socks knocked off by a man since then (though I doubt anything will come of it), but I don’t think it’s right to make decisions like that without the other person.  I don’t like it when people say, “I want to have a child and if you don’t, I’m not going to be with you,” because that could be slamming the door in someone’s face who could have been really good for you.  Building a family should be something that two people do together, not something that is a dealbreaker before the relationship even gets off the ground.  I think I can see it from that perspective just because I truthfully don’t foresee myself being loved by a man or being a mother.  If I don’t foresee it, then I convince myself I don’t need it.  I can have a very fulfilling life without those things.

But who knows?  My 40-year-old self could look back on my 30-year-old self and say, “Keep your heart open because it’s coming.”  That’s a big struggle for me, believing that love actually exists.  I can’t allow myself to hinge my life on a marriage and a family just because if it doesn’t happen, it will be a very miserable life.  A person cannot be completely fulfilled if they are not happy with themselves and learn to fulfill themselves from within, which is what I try to do.

In the meantime, my 30th birthday promises to be a great one because I have such wonderful friends who are taking time out of their lives to make it special for me.  Tomorrow, for my actual birthday, my family is having a seafood dinner with crab legs, shrimp, steamed broccoli, rice and chocolate cake for dessert, which are foods that I love very much.  Later this month, the weekend of February 18, several of my friends are planning birthday festivities here in Atlanta and while I don’t know all of the plans, what I do know sounds very exciting, and reminds me that the things they are doing show me that they know me very well and they care.  I may go through times in my life where I feel very isolated and alone, but in truth, the people closest to me are very loving and supportive.

In an interesting moment of synchronicity, I found out last year that one of my favorite songs on the planet was recorded on February 4, 1968.  John Lennon recorded the song on my birthday back in 1968 and this is absolutely in my top five favorite songs.  I’ve decided to make it a tradition every year to play the song very loud on my birthday.  That’s just like me to go against the herd and not play traditional Happy Birthday in favor of that radical hippie!

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