The Afterlife: We Never Have to Say Goodbye

The Afterlife: We Never Have to Say GoodbyeToo many people go through life afraid of death, either the event itself, or facing the prospect of the unknown. My interest and research into the areas of past lives, life after death and reincarnation has totally influenced my personal views of death, and indeed of life as well.

Hasara Je, Jeraha na Healing wake Inahitaji Courage

Hasara Je, Jeraha: Healing Inahitaji CourageHasara ni jeraha ambayo inajenga mabadiliko makubwa katika njia ya sisi kuona na uzoefu maisha yetu. Ni hawezi kupona katika mwili wetu hisia kwa kutumia poultice ya sayansi, dini, au kipimo kingine chochote. Huzuni ni kama mtu binafsi kama uso wetu au alama za vidole yetu.

Five Surprising Findings About Death And Dying

Five Surprising Findings About Death And DyingIn this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes, as Benjamin Franklin famously wrote. Few of us find taxes exciting, but kifo – even just thinking about it – affects us profoundly in many different ways. This is why researchers across so many different fields study it from their perspectives.

I'm Always With You... I'm Not Really Gone!

I'm Always With You... I'm Not Really Gone!It was midnight, nearly a thousand midnights since Lucky had died, and all at once I felt his weight on my hospital bed. I had heard of it time and again, in accounts of dear animals once gone, come to touch us again. There was no body there just the belief of his weight, but I knew who it was.

Death Is Part of Our Life Path and Brings Its Own Gifts

Death Is Part of Our Life Path and Brings Its Own GiftsYou don't have to like your losses, but the path to healing is through acceptance — a learned skill that comes only from doing. The more you courageously face your losses and kukubali what is, the more you will heal and the happier you will be.

I Am No Longer Afraid Of Death!

What Am I Afraid Of? I'm No Longer Afraid of Death!There’s an odd thing that happens to most near-death­-experiencers . . . they come back from dying and they’re no longer frightened of it. Maybe the definition of Death has changed for them. It has for me! It changed because there was nothing painful, waiting for me, I didn’t even realize I had died.

Reassembling the Fragmented Shards of a Broken Heart

 Reassembling the Fragmented Shards of a Broken HeartMany years after my tragedies were over and done with, and after I was happy beyond my dreams, the idea came to me to make mosaic artwork. A mosaic artist can take bits and pieces of trash and treasure and create something beautiful.

Life and Death: Before, During, and After

Life and Death: Before, During, and AfterWhen you return from death or near-death, a new commandment courses throughout your veins and in rhythm with your heartbeat . . . love one another. Experiencers of every stripe, tongue, culture, religion, and mindset find themselves beginning to behave in a manner as if life itself is all about love.

The Hardest Part Is Always the Parting

The Hardest Part Is Always the PartingAt some point in our lives, we all may have to inhabit that peculiar bubble of time where we’re called upon to witness the passage of a life. It’s possibly the most difficult, but most essential, thing we have to do—showing up for an event we dread and knowing how to conduct ourselves through this unmistakably takatifu wakati.

Kujifunza jinsi ya Majadiliano Kuhusu Mwisho wa Maisha Care

Kujifunza jinsi ya Majadiliano Kuhusu Mwisho wa Maisha CareTu kujaza fomu haitoshi. matakwa ya mgonjwa inaweza kuwa kweli kuheshimiwa tu kama mgonjwa na familia kuelewa chaguzi, na nafasi ya kuuliza maswali, na imani kwamba matakwa yao itakuwa na kufuatiwa. Kwa maneno mengine, POST kinafikia lengo lake tu kama ni kulingana na uhusiano wazi na kuamini ...

Death and Families: When Normal Grief Can Last A Lifetime

Death and Families: When Normal Grief Can Last A Lifetime

When I was three years old my brother was born. He had a heart condition, and after being in and out of hospital for the whole of his little life, he died when I was five. The time after he was gone was a long and empty period of terrible loneliness and the hollow aching of grief.