Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mom. Show all posts

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Personal Death Concepts

This is an assignment required for my psychology class which asked 10 specific questions such as why was I born, what is the meaning of death in general, do you feel fear or anxiety  over your own death, and does contemplating death case you to live differently, etc.


Lauren Ide
PSY 156 Understanding Death and Dying
Professor Newell
Fall 2010

I believe that I was born to learn, to grow, to experience physical sensations, and to fulfill a purpose.  In my personal belief system my Spirit, my unique and perpetual essence, made a conscious choice to be born to my parents during this time and place in order to interact with specific people and to have specific experiences.   This belief extends to my understanding of the meaning of life in general: to have experiences, to gain knowledge and perspective, and to create.  I know that I am here to experience the rush of adrenaline-laced thrill, the agony of heart-wrenching grief, and the elation of new and lasting love.  Emotions and sensations don’t necessarily need to be understood only allowed and experienced.
During periods of introspection I have come to some understanding of my life’s purpose.  With the above stated belief of experience and a general meaning of life, I also believe it is my responsibility to seek specific experiences that call to me as well as to peacefully allow experiences that are out of my control.  I have gained an awareness of the personal satisfaction I receive when I am in service to my concept of higher power and to others.  Helping others by creating a sense of safety, mutual understanding, and kindness fills my heart with joy.  With practice I have also learned that I am also fulfilled when I create a similar healing environment for myself. I know that along with life’s purpose to simply BE, it is my path to engage in compassionate service to God, Goddess, and Universe.
Death is a transition to a difference plane of existence.  It is, and that is it’s meaning.  It is easy to see examples of transition in the world around us: winter giving way to the new life of spring is just as important to the seasonal year as the apparent “death” of vegetation during the dark winter months.  Although many who find death uncomfortable may often misunderstand this idea, death is a normal and healthy consequence of life.  The Spirit’s experience of death and the transition to the next plane is an important part of the collection of experiences in this life.
While I believe that my death will, like all deaths, have a ripple effect that will affect my loved ones and those close to them, my death will have the most meaning to me.  In keeping with my belief system of gaining experiences, my personal death experience may or not be the most important or memorable opportunity to gain perspective.  I wish a conscious death, one with awareness understanding of each phase of this “greatest transition.”
I hold a strong belief that what makes us “us” is a Spirit, an ethereal energy that resides here on this plane and in this “body suit” temporarily before moving on to what’s next.  All things are impermanent, including this physical body and this life.  Impermanent too is the experience of the Spirit in the next plane.  I believe that for a time the “I” that is me will cease to exist as I become one with the Divine.  After an indeterminate amount of time, because time isn’t linear only our perception of it is, then my Spirit will most likely again choose to be reborn into another body and another time and place to continue to grow, learn and experience.
I live with chronic illness and it happens to be the exact same diagnosis that my mom had, who passed at ago 56.  Because of this, as well as my own desire to connect with Spirit, I’ve spent a great deal of time studying my own anxieties and concerns about the deaths of my loved ones as well as time in self-examination about my own death experience. With my strong spiritual belief in Divine order and meaning, I have alleviated much of my anxiety.  I believe that there are reasons for everything and even though I may never know or understand what those reasons are, I am comfortable knowing that there is a greater purpose.  I do still have some discomfort and anxiety around the idea of a quick end such as a car accident or other violent death, but I work with the idea that whatever my experience is, then that is what is supposed to be.  I honestly don’t know how to make it through my day without the idea that there is a power greater than myself supporting me and guiding me towards my purpose and for the Highest Good. 
I was raised Roman Catholic, baptized, communed, and confirmed, although materialist science was also taught in my childhood home.  A perfect example was when my mom explained to me that I couldn’t take the Bible too literally and even though it states that the earth was created in 6 days (Genesis 1:1-31), that each of those “days” could mean an epoch or an era.  She would then use this as a teaching opportunity to explain geology or pre-history.  Today I understand the power in ritual, chanting and mantras, prayer, incense, etc, but I choose to use those tools to focus my consciousness and to connect to the Divine Source without a prescribed set of dogmatic beliefs.  I believe it is more important to have a personal and intimate connection to God/Goddess/Universe that feels true in my heart than to behave according to the rules of human intercessors.  
The experience of introspection and contemplation throughout my lifetime has led me to make different choices than I would have if I had continued with the same belief system as my family of origin.  I learn and practice present-focus, I live in the now and I do it right here, because it is only the present that matters.  While I have held these beliefs for many years, my active daily practice has improved since I received a diagnosis earlier this year that is not immediately life threatening but is life shortening.  Every moment and every action matters, every word I speak holds weight and power, and since I don’t know if I will have a chance to right a wrong, I make every effort to do it right the first time.  I make choices that others might view as risky, and I do it because I place a high value on having the experience, on surviving or completing a task or an ordeal.  I’ve jumped out of a perfectly good airplane, I ride a motorcycle, I am working on my Bachelor’s Degree and next year I’m moving to San Francisco to live near the ocean.  I don’t intend to wait for a physician to tell me I have limited time in this body to change my ways of living and interacting or to do something I’ve always wanted to do.  I already know that time is limited so I’m doing it now.  And if I don’t get to it this time around, time is also infinite so I know I’ll have another chance on my next turn around the wheel.
“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things that we did not do that is inconsolable.”  Sidney J. Harris

Thursday, September 16, 2010

31 page views

Weird.  I'm learning about the stats information on this site that is available to me.  This morning at 7am I got 31 page views out of Columbia.  WTF??  And they were about my 9/11 and my Mom post I made, well, last Saturday, the 11th.

Weird.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

9/11 and my Mom

Nine years.

And every year since I am bombarded with 9/11 memorial stuff, posts, actions, speeches...all which are perfectly normal and valid considering what happened nine years ago today.  Nine years ago today was the last time I talked to my Mom on the phone.

But my experience was different.  I only had 17 of 'normal' post 9/11 processing and adjustment to do before I got word of my Mom's death a couple weeks after the tragedy.  And in my mind, in my world, losing my mom was a greater tragedy.  I'm not saying that the deaths in 9/11 aren't terrible and tragic, but only that the loss of those lives didn't touch me so much personally...and especially didn't touch me at all once my Mom died.  Then that's all that I knew, and I stopped paying attention to the rest of the world, to the victims families, I didn't pay much attention to the police, firepeople, or other first responders and volunteers, even though I knew that somewhere else there was tragedy going on. But I was already full of grief, and had no more room in my breaking heart for all of them.

Every year for these two and a half week I'm a bit of a wreck, because as soon as all the 9/11 memorials come out, hit the news, etc...all I can think about is my Mom's death.

But this years been a little bit different.  The controversy of the Muslim community center, misunderstood by the ignorant, and defended by Americans who actually hold the ideals of freedon of religion...this mess has drawn much of the energy away from the memorializing that usually occurs.  So I've been able to focus on different emotions this time around, and not just grief and loss.  'Cause once 9/11 is past, I've still got two weeks to mourn, to remember, to grieve, for my Mom...until the anniversary of her death.  And after that passes I seem to be ok again for another year. 

And Dad decided to go right around Memorial Day...so while that's kindof convenient too, there's a lot of Memorial Day Hullaballo that goes on too which also brings up more memories than I think would come up if the day he died was lets say, a tuesday or like june 2, or some other non-descript day. 

I'm looking forward to having my new computer, yes, but also because I am getting an all in one printer free (after rebate) with the purchase of the puter.  I'd really like to get the pictures I have of Mom and Dad digitalized so I can share and actually use them on the net.

ok, guess that's all for now.