It’s Sort of Funny…
It’s sort of funny, death.
Well not exactly. But I can give it some credit. That is giving death some credit. I’ve had
people question me if I understood death, and or pain. I got to say, why would
you question either if you thought you knew me.
There is much I don’t reveal, unless that is if you read my writings. Even
so, there’s a lot people can hide.
As I sat with a loved one, one day in an allopathic medical
office. I watched and listened to a variety of medical personnel and their expertise.
Some sat by glumly, as if they were the ones diseased or dying. Others went for
the ‘Power Grab’. Admonishing someone’s health that had just gone awry
out of nowhere. And others played the role of ultimate ruler. I’ll call that
God. For they have to make certain all their underlings agree, even if they don’t.
They have to.
Among certain medical staff, I heard the doubts in their
minds, that anyone could be or could have been so healthy. I heard that
nutrition didn’t matter. I witnessed fake looks of concern, when knowing they
work for a conglomerate. Making money, if they can sell the chemicals to their
unwitting victim. Yeah, at this point, I’ve heard and seen it…well almost all.
I won’t be pompous. I decry that.
This all brings me to my original thought. Death, it’s sort
of funny. Many of us squirm at the notion. We are uncomfortable at funerals,
perhaps. Most people are afraid of death. Not because of it’s seemingly grand
finale sound. It is because we lack faith. And I’m not talking about religion.
I’m talking, good old fashioned faith. The knowing, not the belief. The knowing
that there is an end and a beginning within the soul of the vessel called the
human being. By the way, on some level, there is Hell to pay. I know that, innately.
I discarded the notion that anyone of us has to be a particular
religion. It’s a choice. We are born to something. Yet, most of us have enough
gray matter to change that, at least in our thinking. As well, from a very young age. Many of us don’t, due to fear. Fear, oh yes
that’s the same fear that says, ‘…you need heavy drugs to put you under for
this surgery’. Or ‘…wouldn’t you like some pain medication just incase?’
Maybe. But what if they forget to
give it to you? I’ve seen that. I’ve had that.
Even when they’ve insisted they gave the person coming out of a procedure
that it had been administered. As well I think if you have half a brain, and
you witness someone having come out of a procedure in pain, you would check
with others on who administered that, if it’s not in the chart. Oh yes,
I’ve seen and heard medical personnel lie to CYA (cover their …ehhh hmmm. You
know.). That does not surprise me. Why?
Because they’re human. And even
though I don’t lie, I have found most people do. Even medical staff.
So, here we are having fear of death. Which you can’t truly
control. I’ve been in those places not just for others. Yet as well personally,
close to death. I’ve witnessed the resiliency of our Divine structure getting better
and overcoming what one could not predict.
Including medical staff that surrounded the patient. No medicine was to
heal them. I’ve seen people healed of diseases and injuries that experts in the
medical system did not predict to be healed. People expected to be dead in two
months, one year, live for six or seven more years. People not able to walk
again, walk. People not go back to work, go back to work, and be just as
productive as they were before the injuries or illnesses.
The one thing I have heard from people was about money. I
have a secret to tell you, That’s not a Divine thought, Money. You can’t take
it with you. Neither can you ease the pain or extend your life. I know when it
is your time to leave. It’s just that. I’ve been in the places of leaving, with
disease, crime, as well medical mishaps.
Not by choice. Well, except one, my body told me not to run past a
certain point. I knew there was danger
up ahead, and I ignored my soul screaming at me. So, minutes later I was
fighting for my life. My life here on earth became altered. Completely
altered. And I had to accept it.
We ask ourselves many times, ‘Why did this happen to me?’
The answer on some of those is we didn’t allow our Divine cellular
structure to rule in it’s infinite way. Like paying attention to a warning.
That is when fear is a logical response. When you can prevent the path that may
lead to death. As well, I will apply that to medicine. Most human beings make
decisions out of fear. Especially, when it involves diseases. The ones that bring death. Or the ones we are
so casual about, many of us still opt to slam the disease with a high level of
any one medication that is recommended via the doctor or an advertisement. Even
if the doctor didn’t inform us about it, but we searched it online. We do this,
because we are arrogant. We think the world
can’t live without us. Maybe it can’t. And if it can’t; then why would we not
trust in a higher source, other than another human being called a doctor or anything
of that nature? It’s mostly about fear, not faith.
Faith is not praying, although it can be. Faith is a feeling
of comfort deep inside and out. Like an internal/external glove of protection,
the feeling that all will be okay. And if it’s not, then we must embrace the
inevitable, because maybe that’s okay too.
We just aren’t mature enough to feel it, to know it. Having Faith, takes
practice. Sometimes it means going to a
building with others who we think, believe the same as we do. But I ask, do they know as we might? Dollars
to donuts, they don’t and neither may you. I’ve had to embrace the inevitable
and then respond with no panic. It’s tough being human, even in my most knowing
hours.
Faith is knowing there may just be an unpleasant set of
circumstances coming your way. You do
feel the panic and anxiety of fear. You
may not be able to put your finger on it. And that is when you that are in the
knowing, decide to shift the fear into acknowledging that there is something
greater than ourselves that embraces the world in all its successes and all its
failures. And it just is. You can’t burn it.
You can’t fix it. You can’t kill it. You can’t quash it. It’s there
because we are human, and we need that Divine entity for a greater cause, other
than ourselves.---Jody-Lynn Reicher
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