Life of a Death Walker

There is one gift I have that I never wanted to fully accept until recently. A few years ago a shaman called me a death walker. In shamanic terms a psychopomp. Not the most attractive title for a business card.  It comes from the Greek word ψυχοπομπός, psuchopompos, literally meaning the “guide of souls.  In Jungian psychology, the psychopomp is a mediator between the unconscious and conscious realms. Living spirits in all forms physical or otherwise come to me. Since I was little I was always guided to cemeteries and the message that would come out of me to the land and those that rested there is, “you are free!”

Many people die physically not knowing they are free. I’ve had premonitions when people would transition— and the struggle being not being able to do a damn thing about it. I’ve had souls visit me in their dreams— one example is Robin Williams. The night he died I had a vivid dream— I was there. Later I read in the news what happened and just sobbed because the description was identical to my dream. I was there energetically. Why he called on me has only begun to make sense as I continue to have these experiences.

A few years ago I was guided by a strong force to visit a local cemetery. I took a few of my friends with me that understand my urges. It was snow covered, we walked in and went into three directions… Silently. I stood in the middle and felt the energy get stronger in my body. I had energy coming out of my hands that was off the charts. I began saying a prayer that just flew through my lips without any thought. I raised my hands up and yelled, “you are free!!!”

I opened my eyes to the heavens and I could feel the energy of the earth rise as a huge flock of blackbirds did a fly by above us. I then collapsed in the snow. Thinking WTF?

It all came together when my aunt passed.

My Mom and I were supporting her energy body with reiki and I could feel additional presence around us. She was waiting for her son to arrive and once he did and we were all together… I saw her energy body leave her physical vessel. I equate it to when Mary saw Jesus after he transitioned. Since then I have had more support and understandings of my experience in the other realms of existence.

I am here to assist souls. Those living and dying, yet the dying does not have to be literal. It can be a death of an old story or perception that has held you hostage. I know what it’s like to be a hostage. We have to trust and continually have faith. We live in an illusion and fight through the distractions every day.

Last night I was up late supporting an old friend through a Dark night of the soul. He’s one of the strongest warriors I know. I was concerned he was going to leave the earth plane… I knew there were no words I could say… I just needed to be present and support the cycle.

We have to release and die to our old stories in order to create something new. Life is a choice. While I witnessed his death, I also witnessed new life. My friends, this is what the transition of spring and lent is about. The end of the darkness of winter and welcoming the expansion of light. We must face our demons and thank them for serving a purpose. We know there are two sides, light and dark, but they are One. We transform the shadow into our ally so we don’t get sucked in but walk in awareness of greater truths that live inside each of us.

I live an ordinary and non ordinary life, connected to it all and here in service to guide, support or just be present to transformation in all it’s forms—- and to remind you, you are never alone.