My big kitty Izzy passed away this morning. What a blessing, he’s now out of discomfort and on to better times. What a caterpillar calls death, we call a butterfly. The friend I got him from said, “His mother passed away at 7 from a heart defect common to mainecoons. I’m glad you had almost double the time with him. He was a beautiful, gentle giant and will be missed.” Aho, my big kitty, until we meet again.
Her Perception Upon Dying
As you watched my body lapse and fail,
I watched Creation unfold in all its Glory;
As my body contorted as though in pain,
all I felt was joyful bliss at glimpsing what lie beyond.
My final tears were not in frustration of incapacity,
they sprang forth in welcome relief and freedom
My lack of response concerned you so
yet I heard every word and felt every kiss
While my tongue was quiet, my mind’s eye was filled
with sights and sensations of such Loving immersion
that no words could begin to describe it; so I didn’t even try.
Rather, perhaps selfishly, I chose to slip my grateful shell of a body
and merge myself in the brilliant Light and Radiance
of that overwhelmingly loving and comforting Presence
that so benevolently graced my final days.
Copyright 1999 Andrea deMichaelis. A channelled message from the nonphysical perspective of one who recently made their transition. This came to me during a telephone reading in response to a daughter inquiring about a beloved parent who had recently passed.
My beloved YinYand died June 2015