When I was two years old, I had an experience of death. However, it was not in a physical sense, but took place on a spiritual level. It happened when my biological mother gave me up for adoption. My biological mother loved me very much, but she was also very messed up in her young life and had no other choice but to give her child up to another family who she knew would love me and care for me in ways that she couldn't. I remember she tried to explain what was going on, but being a toddler and having no rational mind or ability to reason yet developed in my brain, all I could do was accept the moment in its fullness.
Being two years old and very acutely aware of my surroundings and conscious of life, the experience was so inexplicably real. I experienced it as a child processes abandonment; children unconsciously associate abandonment with death. At the moment I realized I would never see my Mother again, the feeling of death came over me so strongly, and I can remember a dark shadow coming over the room and the feeling of death coming into my body, mind and being.
Since this experience, I have always had a foot in both worlds, and a very deep knowing of things unseen. I have a profound and non verbal relationship with the aspect of death which I believe to be a very sacred part of life; the sacred life-death-life processes that we all face in our lives.
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