I am absolutely fascinated by pictures of people in the past that I know are dead. Recent past not so much, but the earliest pictures forward can get
my mind into so many spaces and ideas, thoughts, and feelings.
Personally, I have been with several people as they have passed on, assisting as well with encouragement and through guiding. Every time it is the
most incredible experience.
The very first man I saw die was when I was 14-years-old. I was sitting in the living room listening to the police scanner when a call came over
indicating a pedestrian had been hit by a car; the address was right around the corner less than two minutes away. I rushed over and there on the
ground was a young man of about 18, he lived down the street, he had been hit by a car and the car was a short ways away in the parking lot with the
lights flashing; the driver was drunk and just sat there in the car. I rushed over to the guy lying there half in the road half out and I looked into
his eyes and saw him leave; just like that. Interesting that I was the last thing he saw before he left. I stayed with him until the ambulance
arrived, I remember I had a blanket and was trying to soak up the water from the puddle he was laying in.
I am still touched by that person although his name has seemed to have disappeared to the past.
I am not afraid to die, and I do not think that I am Spiritual because of the fear of Death. I am OK with death as I believe I have died many many
times before.
edit on 6/1/2011 by Greensage because: spelling error