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All that lives throughout the Universe,

Lives only through creating within itself

The seed of new life.

And so too the soul

Surrenders itself to aging and death,

Only so that what never dies in us

Ripens to constant new life.

-Rudolf Steiner

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Detroit

Rust!.................Beautiful Blessed.....................Rust!

Dust of Detroit..............Rust!

I wash my face in your history

My heart finds joy and sadness

In your salty tears

May I walk on your carpet?

Rust!.................Beautiful Blessed.....................Rust!

Rust,,,,,,,,,The Sun's Blood

Dust of Detroit...........Rust!

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Starting the conversation about death and dying with family:

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Starting the conversation about death and dying with family:

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https://theconversationproject.org/

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Resources for holding sacred space-highlighting this during this time of covid

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Resources for holding sacred space-highlighting this during this time of covid

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https://theinspiredfuneral.com/

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NEW:  THE MOST EXCELLENT DYING OF THEODORE JACK HECKELMAN : vimeo: https://vimeo.com/406704934,                      YouTube: https://youtu.be/Y8Qdufh53Ao

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posted by Jolie Luba
johaluba@yahoo.com

You are afraid

Of ending.

You don't see that you end every day.

That you die in love.

In sadness.

In doubt.

In desire.

That you are renewed everyday.

In love.

In sadness.

In doubt.

In desire.

That you are always the other.

That you are always the same.

That you will die in many ages.

Until you are not afraid of dying anymore

And then, you will be eternal.

Original in Portuguese
Tu tens um medo

Acabar.

Não vê que acabas todo dia.

Que morres no amor.

Na tristeza.

Na dúvida.

No desejo.

Que te renovas todo dia.

No amor.

Na tristeza.

Na dúvida.

No desejo.

Que és sempre o outro.

Que és sempre o mesmo.

Que morrerás por idades imensas.

Até não teres mais medo de morrer.

E então, serás eterno.

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Ellen Hufschmidt, www.ritesofchange.org, ritesofchange@gmail.com 612-729-6817With Our Hands: A Guidebook to Ritual Blessings of the Dead go to Ellen’s website or Amazon.comAvailable May 1, 2020 Ellen Hufschmidt 

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Ellen Hufschmidt, www.ritesofchange.org, ritesofchange@gmail.com 612-729-6817With Our Hands: A Guidebook to Ritual Blessings of the Dead go to Ellen’s website or Amazon.comAvailable May 1, 2020 Ellen Hufschmidt 

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Ellen was the presenter of the RITUAL OF THE HEART who did the sacred water ceremony.

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National Home Funeral Alliance (NHFA) www.homefuneralalliance.org We educate all who seek to know more about this time honored tradition of caring for our dead supporting home vigils and funerals. This includes practical guidance, personal stories, state laws, lists of recommended books and videos, and identifies local and regional groups around the country who also hold these values. 	 

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National Home Funeral Alliance (NHFA) www.homefuneralalliance.org We educate all who seek to know more about this time honored tradition of caring for our dead supporting home vigils and funerals. This includes practical guidance, personal stories, state laws, lists of recommended books and videos, and identifies local and regional groups around the country who also hold these values. 	 

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If you need information about assisting anyone during Covid, this is an amazing resource. 'Linda Bergh

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You are held by holy angels Holy angels all around youHush now, sleep child, sing the holy angels We are holding you. You can rest. Morning will come child The dawn will break through the darkness We are holding you through the light of the newborn day Sara Thomsen : Holy Angelshttps://sarathomsen.com/track/1916933/holy-angels

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You are held by holy angels Holy angels all around youHush now, sleep child, sing the holy angels We are holding you. You can rest. Morning will come child The dawn will break through the darkness We are holding you through the light of the newborn day Sara Thomsen : Holy Angelshttps://sarathomsen.com/track/1916933/holy-angels

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Song at the end of the RITUAL OF THE HEART Linda Bergh

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About being there without fixing it - "How to help a grieving friend" by Megan Devine

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About being there without fixing it - "How to help a grieving friend" by Megan Devine

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2zLCCRT-nE

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About grief and forgiveness "Jesus Wept" by Brene Brown

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About grief and forgiveness "Jesus Wept" by Brene Brown

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https://youtu.be/Gp0gCE9IHao

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a poem written in Marianne and Maureen's workshop: who is death to you? what does he/she/it/they look like?  occupation? temperament? personality traits, mood?

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a poem written in Marianne and Maureen's workshop: who is death to you? what does he/she/it/they look like?  occupation? temperament? personality traits, mood?

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Death
Would you like a cup of tea?

Soft voice, in a home filled with pastel coloured wallpaper with matching floral china.
The tapping of a silver spoon, stirring in the sweetness.
She's soft, the day is warm, sun streaming in.

She listens, looking at me directly but openly.

Wanting to know about my life.

from Bride McWilliam

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              The Gate                               by Marie Howe                                                 I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother's body made. He was a little taller than me: a young man but grown, himself by then, done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet, rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold and running water. This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me. And I'd say, What? And he'd say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich. And I'd say, What? And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.             

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              The Gate                               by Marie Howe                                                 I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother's body made. He was a little taller than me: a young man but grown, himself by then, done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet, rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold and running water. This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me. And I'd say, What? And he'd say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich. And I'd say, What? And he'd say, This, sort of looking around.             

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posted by Bride McWilliam

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Experience at Death from Herbert Hahn by Rudolf Steiner  Now Rudolf Steiner spoke about death, of the experience which the soul has immediately after the moment of leaving this earthly life. He reminded us of how the soul experiences its whole earthly life like an immense panorama. But Rudolf Steiner continued:  the most grandiose of all is the fact that this whole picture-world is at the same time a sounding, musical experience. And like a gigantic symphony, the whole cosmos is floating toward these ‘sounding’ pictures and absorbing them. In the midst of this symphony, the listening soul suddenly hears ONE sound – a tone that rises above all other sounds… and suddenly, the soul is flooded with a wonderful understanding: this singular sound – it is my Self, and without this sound, this world-symphony would not be complete. No other moment in life after death, or in one’s earthly life can be compared with that feeling of ensoulment when the human being, who has just been liberated of the dross of earthly vanity experiences this great secret: without a doubt, my “I” belongs to the entirety of the world. Without me, the world-symphony would be incomplete.  (translation: C. Jenson, ed. Sheila Johns)   

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Experience at Death from Herbert Hahn by Rudolf Steiner  Now Rudolf Steiner spoke about death, of the experience which the soul has immediately after the moment of leaving this earthly life. He reminded us of how the soul experiences its whole earthly life like an immense panorama. But Rudolf Steiner continued:  the most grandiose of all is the fact that this whole picture-world is at the same time a sounding, musical experience. And like a gigantic symphony, the whole cosmos is floating toward these ‘sounding’ pictures and absorbing them. In the midst of this symphony, the listening soul suddenly hears ONE sound – a tone that rises above all other sounds… and suddenly, the soul is flooded with a wonderful understanding: this singular sound – it is my Self, and without this sound, this world-symphony would not be complete. No other moment in life after death, or in one’s earthly life can be compared with that feeling of ensoulment when the human being, who has just been liberated of the dross of earthly vanity experiences this great secret: without a doubt, my “I” belongs to the entirety of the world. Without me, the world-symphony would be incomplete.  (translation: C. Jenson, ed. Sheila Johns)   

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"Forgiveness is the scent the violet leaves on the heel of the one who has crushed it." ~ Mark Twain

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"Forgiveness is the scent the violet leaves on the heel of the one who has crushed it." ~ Mark Twain

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See all the wonderful things trbalough has made

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Experience at Death from Herbert Hahn by Rudolf Steiner

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DVD: An Appointment with the Wise Old Dog.  This a link to a website where you can purchase an extraordinary beautiful film made in memory of the musician David Blum.  David Blum, who had never had a drawing lesson in his life, began to paint the vivid dream images he experienced along his journey with cancer.  Dream images which include meetings with his beloved dog who had died.  As he gets closer to the threshold experience, a feminine being appears in his dreams to accompany him.  His friend, Yo Yo Ma, introduces the film, and his beautiful music accompanies the dream journey.  You have to order the DVD from his widow, but it is very reasonable, and she is a beautiful soul herself.

https://davidblummusiciananddreamer.com/

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Prayer to the Bless the Earth Receiving Burials at Hart Island, Bronx

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Prayer to the Bless the Earth Receiving Burials at Hart Island, Bronx

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Prayer to Bless the earth Receiving Burials at Hart Island 

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The Most Excellent Dying of Theodore Jack Heckelman