The further I travel toward my actual transition, I more I realize that each moment, each day, each week, etc., simply leads to the next moment, day, or week. We are all in a constant state of becoming, and so each of these moments MUST give way to the next—must die, so to speak—for the next moment to be “born.”

For the most part, the majority of us get so caught up in our day to day lives that we miss the unfolding of these moments—moments that are born out of the ones that came before, moments that simply exist right …

I think much of what my last couple of years have been about is increasing my understanding of end-of-life issues as they relate to the final transition and what that means in the context of the current life. I wrote some time ago about death being simply the giving up of the physical body as the soul once again returns to the astral plane where those of us who still have to liberate from the material plane stay until being reborn once again. Wordsworth says it beautifully in this excerpt from “Imitations of Immortality” –

“Our birth is but a sleep …