WAKE-UP CALLS: DEATH AS A PORTAL TO AWAKENING
I recently pulled out the book More Than Meets the Eye: True Stories about Death, Dying and the Afterlife by Yvonne Perry and read the interview she did with me soon after I moved to Nashville and became connected in the metaphysical community. This is the second blog in my “Wake Up Calls” series. I also wanted to share this interview since it also speaks to my call to the path of the Divine Feminine.
It was the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe while traveling in Mexico that called to me and sparked a deeply undeniable spiritual remembrance. This Goddess image, my connection to the moon and the stark nature in my desert home of Tucson, AZ awakened something deep and ancient within me. I wanted to know the Divine Feminine in all her aspects including Her mysterious dark side that included death and dying as part of the cycle of life instead of something to be feared and avoided.
My first experience with death other than a childhood pet was in my late 20’s when a dear friend died suddenly in a rock climbing accident in the Dragoon Mountains of AZ. The grief, shock and trauma of this tragic accident created an opening. This loss ignited a search to experience the Great Mystery and our ability to be with the dead and death in life.
Part of my awakening was how connected I felt spiritually during a period of such intense grief. It brought a reverence for life I had not previously known. Although it was intensely painful it also brought a deep knowing of how connected we all were in a multidimensional way.
This is where the paradox breaks open consciousness. We see the human as holy and build a shrine to their life and celebrate it. We love their imperfections as much as their greatness. It inspires us to value our life more and awaken to all of the Great Mystery both light and dark.
This is the interview that goes more deeply into that experience:
The death of a close friend or relative has a way of opening our eyes and ears to the unseen realm. It also provides an opportunity for us to think about what we are doing with our lives and where we are on our spiritual path. We tend to contemplate who we are, why we are here, and whether we are living life to its greatest potential. This contemplative evaluation can move us to create change for ourselves. For Jennifer Longmire the death of a close friend propelled her spiritual seeking, which in turn initiated a career change that led her to become a spiritual healer:
In 1996 my former husband, Bill, and I were living in Tucson, Arizona. We were good friends with John Payne and his wife, Sharon. Bill and John were in grad school together working on their Master of Fine Arts in creative writing. John and Sharon went through an ugly divorce and John was just returning to normal after grieving deeply. We probably saw John at least once a week and talked to him frequently. He was quite the character—big energy, deep voice—and he came from a blue-collar mid-western background.
He loved to shock people and say what everyone else was afraid to verbalize. He didn't care what anyone thought of him and seemed rather gruff on the exterior but was really a big teddy bear. He was a gifted poet, and his writing spoke of the inner emotional world. That seemed odd coming out of this big, macho guy.
We had talked to John just before Halloween when he left to go rock climbing in the Dragoon Mountains at Cochise Stronghold. We got a phone call that he had fallen to his death, and when we learned that his body was being sent back to Illinois, we decided to have a memorial for him in Tucson. Our service was attended by John's Arizona friends and people from the creative writing program at the University of Arizona.
In Mexico there is a Mexican tradition to honor deceased ancestors called Dia de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead. The Mexican Catholics have kept a lot of the pagan traditions; which I love. It was my visit to Mexico that sparked my interest in Paganism. I especially like the way they depict the Virgin de Guadalupe alone, not just as Jesus’ mother, and standing on the crescent moon! Anyway, on the Day of the Dead, the Mexicans build an altar and place candles and photos of their deceased loved ones on it. Plates of food and wine are left out for the spirits of the dead to come and feast. The Pagans believe that the veil between the physical and spiritual planes are thinnest around Hallowmas or Halloween time. Dia de los Muertos is on November second. During that time, it is believed that we can communicate best with the Other Side.
In keeping with the Mexican tradition we made a huge Dia de los Muertos altar for John. We created an outdoor show of his poetry, which we mounted with photos and hung from trees. At the memorial, we allowed people to walk around and read the poems John had written. Then we came together to tell stories about him and share our feelings. We all spoke of how John lived and loved with wild abandon. Everything he did was with extreme passion and he died the same way. Legend has it that the Native American, Cochise’s body was never found and was believed to still be somewhere in the Dragoons. We imagined John and Cochise hanging out together. We thought we felt his presence in the room, and knew he was getting a kick out of the whole thing. To us it was so much better than a funeral or formal religious memorial.
I had no idea how much John’s sudden death would affect me on a spiritual level. I had just begun to explore my spiritual path. The following spring I quit my full time job as Program Coordinator for a human services organization. I had the opportunity to take some time off and really think about my life. John was a powerful teacher. Looking back, it was his death that ignited something inside me that sent me on a deeper search. It initiated a whole string of events that led me to my current path as a healer and spiritual seeker. From 1997-2000, I went through an intense period of spiritual growth that I think of as a shamanic death and rebirth. It is nice to remember John and the beginnings of my spiritual journey.
