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I felt called to travel some , miles each year to hold workshops that helped people cope with the most painful aspects of life, death and the transition between the two.
Later in my life, I was compelled to download a acre farm in rural Virginia, where I created my own healing center and made plans to adopt AIDS-infected babies, and, though it is still painful to admit, I see that I was destined to be driven out of that idyllic place.
After announcing my intention of adopting AIDS-infected babies in , I became the most despised person in the whole Shenandoah Valley, and even though I soon abandoned my plans, there was a group of men who did everything in their power short of killing me to get me to leave. They fired bullets through my windows and shot at my animals. They sent the kind of messages that made life in that gorgeous spot unpleasant and dangerous.
But that was my home and I stubbornly refused to pack up. I had moved to the farm in Head Waters, Virginia, ten years earlier. The farm embodied all my dreams and I poured all the money I earned from publishing and lectures into making it a reality. I built my house, a neighboring cabin and a farmhouse.
I constructed a healing center where I held workshops, allowing me to cut down on my hectic travel schedule. I was planning to adopt AIDS-infected babies, who would enjoy however many days remained of their lives in the splendor of the outdoors. The simple life on the farm was everything to me.
Nothing was more relaxing after a long plane flight than to reach the winding driveway that led up to my house. The quiet of the night was more soothing than a sleeping pill. In the morning, I awoke to a symphony of talking cows, horses, chickens, pigs, donkeys, Ilamas The fields rolled out as far as I could see, glistening with fresh dew. Ancient trees offered their silent wisdom. There was real work to be done. My hands got dirty. They touched the earth, the water, the sun. They worked with the material of life.
My soul was there. Then, on October 6, , my house was set on fire. It burned down to the ground and was a total loss. All my papers were destroyed.
Everything I owned turned to ash. I was hurrying through the airport in Baltimore, trying to catch a plane home, when I got the news that it was ablaze. The friend who told me begged me not to go home, not yet. But my whole life I had been told not to become a doctor, not to talk with dying patients, not to start an AIDS hospice in prison, and each time I had stubbornly done what felt right rather than what was expected.
This time was no different. Everyone goes through hardship in life. The more you go through, the more you learn and grow. The plane flight zoomed by.
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Soon I was in the backseat of a friend's car, speeding along the dark country roads. It was nearly midnight. From a distance of a few miles away, I spotted the first signs of smoke and flames.
They stood out against a perfectly black sky. I could tell it was a big fire. Close up, the house, or what remained of it, was barely visible through the flames. I compared the scene to standing in the midst of hell. The firemen said they had never seen anything like it. The intense heat kept them at bay all night and through the morning. Sometime late that first night I sought shelter in the nearby farmhouse, which had facilities for guests.
I made myself a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette and considered the tremendous personal loss inside the raging furnace that was once my home. It was devastating, staggering, beyond comprehension. The list included diaries my father had kept of my childhood, my personal papers and journals, some 20, case histories pertaining to my research into life after death, my collection of Native American art, photos and clothing For twenty-four hours I was in shock.
I did not know how to react, whether to cry, scream, shake my fists at God or just gawk at the iron-fisted intrusion of fate. Adversity only makes you stronger.
People always ask me what death is like. I tell them it is glorious. It is the easiest thing they will ever do. Life is hard. Life is a struggle. Life is like going to school. You are given many lessons. The more you learn, the harder the lessons get. This was one of those times, one of those lessons. Since there was no use denying the loss, I accepted it.
The wheel of life : a memoir of living and dying
What else could I do? Anyway, it was just a bunch of stuff, and no matter how important or sentimental the meaning, nothing compared with the value of life. I was unharmed. My two grown children, Kenneth and Barbara, were alive. Some jerks might have succeeded in burning down my house and everything inside, but they were not able to destroy me.
When you learn your lessons, the pain goes away. This life of mine, which began halfway around the world, has been many things -- but never easy. That is a fact, not a complaint.
I have learned there is no joy without hardship. There is no pleasure without pain. Often, denial is the first stage. As his condition worsens and denial is impossible, the patient displays anger, the ''Why me? That followed by a bargaining period. The final stage is acceptance, a period in which the patient is ready to let go. Not all dying patients follow the same progression, Dr. Moreover, she found, people who are experiencing traumatic life changes like divorces often experience similar stages.
Another conclusion she reached was that the acceptance of death came most easily for people who could look back and feel that they had not wasted their lives.
Among the patients whom she interviewed in the late 60's was a woman, Mrs. Schwartz, who had been pronounced dead but hours later was found by a nurse to be alive. Schwartz was able to repeat conversations of others that occurred around her when she was clinically dead, including a joke told by a doctor. Doctors and medical students called the episode a hallucination, but Dr. At a psychiatric workshop, she was quoted as saying: ''I know for a fact that there is life after death,'' and promptly received a barrage of criticism from scientists.
The Wheel of Life: A Memoir of Living and Dying
The disapproval, plus what she called institutional politics, caused her to leave hospital work in Advertisement Continue reading the main story By then, she was receiving requests from around the world to give seminars on death and dying, and she began to speak at workshops for the dying about what she called ''life after life,'' a happy condition in which physical pain and mental anguish are absent.
She and associates talked to thousands of patients like Mrs. Schwartz and said they found common strains in the interviews.
Patients reported that their experiences after clinical death were remarkably free of pain; that they were aware of precisely where they were at death and of seeming to float out of their bodies; that they seemed not to be suddenly alone but still with family members or friends; that they felt as if they were guided to a place of psychic energy, light, love and warmth greater than any they knew in life; and that they did not want to return.
As Dr. Robert Monroe, an engineer from Virginia who wrote ''Journeys Out of the Body,'' invited her -- at a time when, as it turned out, she was seriously ill with a bowel obstruction -- to participate in experiments with a group of physicians, psychiatrists from the Menninger Foundation and engineers.
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She lay on a waterbed in a small laboratory, connected with polygraphs and earphones through which she heard tapes of waves, as she was instructed on how to relax. It was really the highlight of my life. In her lectures, she began describing more of her out-of-body experiences, some of which she said were at first terrifying but ultimately uplifting.
She also talked of encountering spirit guides, including Mrs. Schwartz, who, she said, appeared 10 months after her death and told Dr. His program was investigated by the San Diego district attorney's office because of accusations of sexual misbehavior.
She severed ties with him, and years later acknowledged that she had been mistaken about him and that he had deceived many people.The firemen said they had never seen anything like it. Honestly she sounds a bit nutty in her latter years. In , Dr. I have learned there is no joy without hardship.
Actually I have been pursued by people who regard me as the Death and Dying Lady. If I am opinionated and independent, if I am stuck in my ways, if I am a little off-center, so what?
There is just so much truth in this book. Het tweede deel was moeilijker door te komen.