Many thanks to all who sent best wishes for my giggly aunt-in-law Nell, in hospital with cancer by email, facebook and phone. Some of you had met her giggles, like Teresa who came with us to Paris, and Linda who met her on holiday in Margate. Your kind thoughts are appreciated. (NB - if you prefer, you can now reply direct to this post by clicking on "Comments" above or below. If you prefer private emails etc., that's fine too!) The good news is, Nell is comfortable, pain-free, and happy. And receiving much love, care and healing.
Views on how to help potential death cases are always interesting. Two main opinions are, "Allan, do your best to cure her," and "Allan, do your best to help her move on peacefully." Few believe in doing nothing. And few speak of her soul after death, whether she'd be "trapped" or "lost" or find her correct place.
My personal view is different. If someone we love is potentially dying, our emotions could barricade healing aims. If we desire outcomes like helping her live, or helping a peaceful death, maybe that's ego. Maybe ego could create an outcome that wasn't a plan of the Gods for her soul. Free Will does not always work for goodness...
Here's an example from my life.
When my grandmother was 96, she accidentally took a large overdose of Steradent tablets (for cleaning false teeth.) She was taken, unconscious, to the hospital emergency ward, where she lay stretched on a bed. I was there, between my father and my mother. A nurse watched machines attached to my gran. The wavy lines lessened. Then went flat. The nurse said, 'It looks like she's on her way out now.'
As my aunt Joan would say, I had a "special relationship" with my gran. We were close. I'd always visit when in London, discuss life, and play poker, 3-card brag, or cribbage. She always won, even at 96. I never knew how, because I beat anyone else. She'd know when to be quiet. But when she won conversations, it was always cleverly, gently and sweetly, with a cheeky smile when she delivered her punchline. I remember once when I was "winning" a happy conversation, and thought she'd given up. She calmly wrote on paper, "2yysur2yysubicur2yys4me". 'What does that mean?' she asked. I knew from her look she hadn't given up. (Answer below.)
I was specially close to my gran. Suddenly at 96, unexpectedly, on the emergency bed, lines on machines had gone flat. I thought, She's lived for the previous 40 plus years since her husband died, for a 100th birthday telegram from the Queen. She's only 4 years short of her beloved telegram.
I ask my students on courses, 'What else was I thinking at that moment?' Answers come, 'You want to cure her, bring her back,' or 'She's 96, so you want to help her move on safely, and not be a lost soul.'
It was none of these. I was too close to my gran to make rational choices, or know the Will and Destiny of the Gods. My thoughts were, "Dear God, if this is the right time for my gran to die, thank you very much God, she's had great life, please care for her. But if this is the right time for her to live, dear God, thank you very much." The thoughts released my emotions and outcome to the Gods.
I held out my hand, touched her forehead, and silently used a healing method. My father looked askance - my gran was "on her way out", and I had my hand on her forehead, smiling.
Just as I came to the important part of the healing method, all the machines leaped back to life.
My gran's 100th was a special occasion. At 101, she sang karaoke at the local pub. She died just short of her 103rd birthday.
I've done similar for others potentially dying. Although some died, some had miracles of life, like an ex-girlfriend's hospitalised mother. The family had said their goodbyes while a priest said the Last Rites. I arrived after they'd left. After administering a therapy, she lived happily for another 11 years.
Every such case comes with thoughts that whatever the Gods need the outcome to be, if they agree, I'd like to help. In whatever way the Gods think fit, I'd like to help Nell too.
NB - 2yysur2yysubicur2yys4me
Too wise you are, too wise you be, I see you are too wise for me. (The final words.)
Views on how to help potential death cases are always interesting. Two main opinions are, "Allan, do your best to cure her," and "Allan, do your best to help her move on peacefully." Few believe in doing nothing. And few speak of her soul after death, whether she'd be "trapped" or "lost" or find her correct place.
My personal view is different. If someone we love is potentially dying, our emotions could barricade healing aims. If we desire outcomes like helping her live, or helping a peaceful death, maybe that's ego. Maybe ego could create an outcome that wasn't a plan of the Gods for her soul. Free Will does not always work for goodness...
Here's an example from my life.
When my grandmother was 96, she accidentally took a large overdose of Steradent tablets (for cleaning false teeth.) She was taken, unconscious, to the hospital emergency ward, where she lay stretched on a bed. I was there, between my father and my mother. A nurse watched machines attached to my gran. The wavy lines lessened. Then went flat. The nurse said, 'It looks like she's on her way out now.'
As my aunt Joan would say, I had a "special relationship" with my gran. We were close. I'd always visit when in London, discuss life, and play poker, 3-card brag, or cribbage. She always won, even at 96. I never knew how, because I beat anyone else. She'd know when to be quiet. But when she won conversations, it was always cleverly, gently and sweetly, with a cheeky smile when she delivered her punchline. I remember once when I was "winning" a happy conversation, and thought she'd given up. She calmly wrote on paper, "2yysur2yysubicur2yys4me". 'What does that mean?' she asked. I knew from her look she hadn't given up. (Answer below.)
I was specially close to my gran. Suddenly at 96, unexpectedly, on the emergency bed, lines on machines had gone flat. I thought, She's lived for the previous 40 plus years since her husband died, for a 100th birthday telegram from the Queen. She's only 4 years short of her beloved telegram.
I ask my students on courses, 'What else was I thinking at that moment?' Answers come, 'You want to cure her, bring her back,' or 'She's 96, so you want to help her move on safely, and not be a lost soul.'
It was none of these. I was too close to my gran to make rational choices, or know the Will and Destiny of the Gods. My thoughts were, "Dear God, if this is the right time for my gran to die, thank you very much God, she's had great life, please care for her. But if this is the right time for her to live, dear God, thank you very much." The thoughts released my emotions and outcome to the Gods.
I held out my hand, touched her forehead, and silently used a healing method. My father looked askance - my gran was "on her way out", and I had my hand on her forehead, smiling.
Just as I came to the important part of the healing method, all the machines leaped back to life.
My gran's 100th was a special occasion. At 101, she sang karaoke at the local pub. She died just short of her 103rd birthday.
I've done similar for others potentially dying. Although some died, some had miracles of life, like an ex-girlfriend's hospitalised mother. The family had said their goodbyes while a priest said the Last Rites. I arrived after they'd left. After administering a therapy, she lived happily for another 11 years.
Every such case comes with thoughts that whatever the Gods need the outcome to be, if they agree, I'd like to help. In whatever way the Gods think fit, I'd like to help Nell too.
NB - 2yysur2yysubicur2yys4me
Too wise you are, too wise you be, I see you are too wise for me. (The final words.)
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