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An Esoteric Look at Death as a Rite of Passage


An Esoteric Look at Death as a  Rite of Passage

Discussing the many different views and aspects of considering Death and Dying

as an Art.

"The trappings of death terrify us more than death itself."  Francis Bacon

"Birth is not a beginning

 Death is not an end"  Chuang-tzu

"There is nothing more vital to human hearts than the question of life and death."     Swami Paramananda

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City of the dead

Started by anki Dec 29, 2012. 0 Replies

source: of the DeadVolume 59 Number 3,…Continue


Started by anki Dec 29, 2012. 0 Replies

AnubisOther Names: Anpu, Inpu, Ienpw, Imeut (Lord-of-the-Place-of-Embalming).Patron of: mummification, and the dead on their path through the underworld.Appearance: A …Continue

behind the veil of the sands

Started by anki Dec 29, 2012. 0 Replies

Here is where we started so many years agoDeath embraced thee as the eyes closed to the worldWithin the gray of the night the soul was silencedAs above as below the scale measured thy graceYou have…Continue

death and rebirth

Started by anki Dec 9, 2012. 0 Replies

source: "Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can…Continue

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Comment by Nemo on January 15, 2013 at 10:34pm

" I will tell you the greatest secret...Mirrors are the doors

through which death comes and goes. Besides, look at

yourself in the mirror throughout your life and you will

see Death at work like bees in a glass hive..."

Jean Cocteau

Comment by anki on January 12, 2013 at 4:19am

Native American Owl Mythology

In most Native American tribes, owls are a symbol of death. Hearing owls hooting is considered an unlucky omen, and they are the subject of numerous ‘bogeyman’ stories told to warn children to stay inside at night or not cry too much, otherwise the owl may carry them away. In some tribes, owls are associated with ghosts, and the bony circles around an owl’s eyes are said to be made up of the fingernails of ghosts. Sometimes owls are said to carry messages from beyond the grave or deliver supernatural warnings to people who have broken tribal taboos. And in the Aztec and Mayan religions of Mexico, owls served as the messengers and companions of the gods of death.

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Owls are not always viewed as eerie harbingers of death, however. In the Hopi tribe, the great horned owl, Mongwu, is a humorless lawman who plays the role of ‘straight man’ against the antics of the Koshari clowns. And in the owl myths of some tribes, the birds are portrayed as bumbling good-for-nothings who are banished to the night-time hours as punishment for their lazy or annoying behavior.

Owls are also used as clan animals in some Native American cultures. Tribes with Owl Clans include the Hopi tribe (whose Burrowing Owl Clan is called Kokongyam or Kokop-wungwa) and the Mohave tribe.

Source: native-languages

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Comment by anki on January 12, 2013 at 4:14am

Alpha Phoenix

The Alpha Phoenix
Symbols include: 6 wings. (phoenix, 6 winged beasts of Heaven in revelations, outstretched wings were the symbol of Horus descending into battle, six winged angels; serif), A for alpha, V of Vivi, Victory, peace symbol.

Comment by ☤Tris☤ on January 1, 2013 at 7:11pm

"The mystic looks upon death as a necessary element in the cycle of life. Death and birth are synonymous in this sense, for so-called death is birth into another plane, while birth is likewise a transition. Both are a form of initiation affording an opportunity for greater advancement." Rosicrucian Manuscript

Comment by anki on December 29, 2012 at 2:50pm

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Comment by anki on December 9, 2012 at 9:34am

Life Beyond

© Sue Walkinshaw
I feel the warmth upon my face as I enter the land of God's good grace,
Friends and loved ones gone before, waiting here beyond the door.
With open arms they welcome me, amazement in my eyes they see.
They look so well and at their best, beauty beholds them now they rest.

I walk across the grass so green, the greenest grass I've ever seen,
I jump and skip and bounce on air, it's almost like there's nothing there.
A sky of blue, not a cloud in sight, perpetual day no darkest night.
Every flower is in full bloom, undefined colours of every hue.

The streams and rivers crystal clear, no rubbish or decay found here.
The sea is calm and turquoise blue, I long to test it, wouldn't you?
The softest sand beneath my feet, at the waters edge where they both meet.
The warmest waters gently flow, bathing me from head to toe.

A city built of alabaster walls, where translucent light eliminates the halls.
Theatres of music and concerts too, magnificent galleries for all to view.
Amazing sights for me to see, I just wander in, there's no entrance fee.
Libraries stacked with books galore, history, science and many more.

The celestial sun does forever shine, it's a perfect temperature all the time.
Orchards here overflow with fruit, a taste in itself that is quite exquisite.
I'm told it will help my soul to restore, pick what I like, there is plenty more.
This ethereal plain is a pure delight, it's my new home, my God given right.

There is nothing here to cause me fear, the lord protects within his sphere.
An infinity of perfect peace, from the toils of earth I am now released.
I have landed on a higher realm, in perfect harmony to forever dwell.
So believe when I tell you my dear friends, you cannot die, life never ends.

Source: Life Beyond, Spiritual Poem about Death

Comment by anki on December 9, 2012 at 9:29am

Hello Death,  here we meet again after 25 years.

Looking sharp and in style as always I see.

I must admit I missed you fallowing me around.

It felt kind of lonely without you on my heals.


So tell me how have you been?

Found another soul to fallow?

I have to say I am curious to know

What is it that kept you away all these years.


You wont answer me I know.

But you cant blame me for asking.

It is my last moment here you know,

I believe I can ask whatever I like to ask.

Don’t you agree with me?


But look at me where are my manners,

Come in my home sweet home,

Have a seat on my velvet couch

Relax while I grab you a coffee

Oh wait, I forgot you don’t drink coffee.


“neither I have the time to sit”


Tisk tisk so impatient.

Might cost you your head some day,

Or mine for that matter

So there you are on my door step.


Standing there in your black toga

Staring with eyes only seen for you.

I know your looking right inside my soul now

Don’t think I am just one of those people.


Go ahead look, I have nothing to hide.

Regrets I have a few, too few to mention.

But look at me I am keeping you from your tasks.

Taking too much time and talking too much nonsense.



You have a list to follow, souls to take.

So mine I shall give you as promised.

We decided it so long ago, well you did anyway.

Spare me you would on that morning in the hospital.

Only so I can join you now.


And join you I shall for my time has come.

No fight I shall there be and no discussions left unspoken.

Take me to the jurors and judge me with a feather.

For my word is worth ten times the world in gold.




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