I sling this word around my office with great glee. For me, upon first hearing the word, something lit up in my soul. I felt like I was being called and for the first time knew what to label myself.
Psychopomps are the Soul Conductors ensuring souls get from our world to the next.
We come in all shapes and sizes... tending family member, hospice nurse, CT scan tech, ghost hunter, medium, shaman and so very many spaces in between.
I am most often called into service to help the Soul navigate the death realms... this is something I trained in in other lives that is still stored within me. I don't often know I'm being a guide, but will sometimes feel drains on my energy that remind me I'm being useful to those who need it.
Other times, I act as medium, delivering messages across the veil.
Truth be told, I have never seen a physical death. It's not my role and rather I am in absolute awe of those who get to bear witness every day. What a gift to be honored as the one to hold them in thier last breath...to be trusted in that moment as the last one to see them in this form. Ahhhhhh. If we don't know that we are actively in this role, we can get tired, experience unexplained grumpiness (even depression), irrational irritation and may just "not feel like ourselves." Knowing how to assist these souls and how to restore our own reserves is the magic key! I am passionate about sharing these techniques so we can more effectively fulfill our ancient call AND live a fulfilling life of our own choosing!
I host a workshop just for us... helping us embrace the role and assist on whichever side we are needed. If you wanna join us, check out the Classes to see when the next one will be offered.
For those more deeply called, formal training may be the way to go.
We all seem to collectively hold our breath when we speak about death... as if not to offend or attract it. I find this taboo bizarre and have spoken much about shifting our perception.
What we don't always acknowledge are the little deaths, the deaths we live everyday. Not just in the loss of a family member, but the loss of a job, a relationship, a phase of life, outgrowing of friends and so on.
If we could remember these too are deaths, change of energy from one form to another, we might embrace more ways to normalize the Big One.
Every transition is a death of something. Every sickness is our body killing off something. These are not morbid thoughts, simply other ways we can embrace this weird energy transference that we put so much fear and so little actual energy in. As the Blood Moon is upon us, it a time to release big old energies that may be clogging our energetic channels. This specific Moon also brings a total Eclipse in Aries & Libra.... holding both Sacred Masculine & Feminine Divine energies of transformation. Astrologer Divine Harmony suggests this Moon is "bringing a huge focus to the endings, changes, transformations, death and rebirth experiences playing out in the collective masculine/feminine dynamic and in relationships of all kinds."
Being in Mercury Retrograde, this is not a time to react, nor to move, but instead to step back and go within to see what we can do (and who can be) differently. Much will be stirred up within you and rather than resisting or even stuffing what fires are lit inside you, choose how to direct these flames to burn up what isn't working.
I always welcome some intensity in my healing and this Blood Moon feels just the potent mix for some focused and powerful healing.
We offer our Sacred Circle on full moon Sundays for both local and long distance participation. If we can support you in harnessing these masterful teaching forces, raising your vibration or shucking off the next layer, please join us!
One of my biggest passions is assisting soul's from our world to the next. I find my work as psychopomp one of the most rewarding!
I'm not so good seeing people out (the actual death transition, I leave to the angels of hospice!) but I am often called on to help soul's make their journey clearly to the other side.
I am a soul conductor. Helping people make their way from the land of
the living to the blissful land of Spirit. I assist in making their
journey to the afterlife. The Egyptians had intricate prayers and
rituals, yet our society simply offers condolences and elaborate
funerary rites that often do not serve the soul at any level.
I received this question today and thought it worth sharing: "Hi Andye, I had a old friend that just passed.....I think he stopped by to say bye. Is it to early to tell?" --- "Not at all! Within 3 days of passing, he's making his rounds. Up until the
funeral it's perfectly normal for him to visit and say howdy to friends and loved ones. After the
funeral, 6 weeks of quiet is needed for the soul to transition to the
other side."
I shared some of these teachings when my cousin Gale passed. He taught us much about Dying with Grace and I am happy to carry on his wisdom.
Death is a welcome and beautiful gift. To regard it with fear and distrust only harms the soul. Please talk to your loved ones about this transition so we can lift the current consciousness that permeates our society!
Death has a funny way of freaking us the eff out. It was never intended to be met with such fear. I once facilitated a conversation for a family whose matriarch had
just passed away. The daughter sitting before me asked her mother what
death had felt like. Mama (on the other side) responded that it felt
like an orgasm. If you can give into the joy and let yourself relax,
the return to God/Source is triumphant! Probably not the message her
family expected, but it brought me such clarity and delight I try to
always share her perspective. Jesus also taught us much about how to die with grace. Though His legacy may sound frightening, He walked his path with courage, grace and certainty. Fear was not a part of His journey, nor should it be a part of ours. Death is a portal, afterall! A gateway to our return to God. And this return should be celebrated, even heralded, not fraught with fear and unease. When death can be embraced, it's magical. A perfect bow on the finely wrapped gift of life. When fear and regret seep in, death is ugly, prolonged trying and tedious. The infamous death scene in Dark Crystal is an ideal example of how death can be greeted! the Skeksis holding onto greed and power wither in anguish and crumble into a pile of dust while the Mystics, a spiritual and peaceful race, dies with a smile and his body turns to light.
The wisest of us knows when to step back and rest in the arms of the Divine. To help those we love die with grace, we can: - talk with them and create a safe space for sharing whatever they may need, allow a place to air regrets and make amends - hold them in unconditional love and joy - allow forgiveness (of self and others) - talk about death and what they can expect - give them permission to let go - remind them of the friends and family they can soon reconnect with Spirit has asked me to talk as much as I can about dying with grace. How to greet it, how to embrace it and how to celebrate it. I've done several presentations around Denver on the topic and love sharing my shamanic perspective on death and dying. If I can share this with a group you love, please give me a holla!
As we watch the world around us, change is in the air... emotionally, physically, culturally and planetarily, everything is stirred up right now. What a gift this can be once we can see, heal and release the triggers and resulting memories it is revealing to us.
And schiet, this is never easy work. Grueling, sobbing, and messy is how it feels to me. This season of Metal, expressed in the Autumn is always a challenge for me.
Let's get neutral for a sec and postpone my verbosity... If we look back to ancient practices, the Chinese saw connections in everything. The classic healing manuscript the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Medicine reminds us Metal is all about:
- breathe
- inspiration
- grief
- letting go
- value & importance
- love of the father
My brain translates this as:
- stern & cold
- judgemental
- practical
- shallow
- not good enough
My interpretation of metal is whack yes, but its my truth so it's mine to own and clear. By living this belief of Metal, I have been denying myself all its gifts and it's teachings. As much as I love the fall, because of my blind spots, I've made it an incredibly uncomfortable time for myself. Silly brain!
So, I set out as any person ready for healing does... kicking and screaming! I scheduled for myself a cosmic ass whoop so big, I couldn't help but fall apart-- acupuncture, past life regression and 2 energetic healing sessions all in a week. Crazy to be certain, but I knew I needed help to shake off whatever giant brambles are holding me back.
I was a mess by the weekend, feeling like I had lost myself... questioning everything in my world... and feeling utterly unconnected to this thing called Metal-- this core expression of nature that I was completely unable to touch. I was vulnerable and eager but still unsure what came next. Then it happened... a true to life death that culled it all and brought the gift of resolution.
My favorite college professor died. Brutal fucking pancreatic cancer, the beast that also took out my grandfather (who coincidentally died 25 years ago today!) and my celestial brother, Bill Hicks. Remember this is all connected -- The pancreas in Chinese 5 Element is the store-house of ideas... perhaps they were all just too damned full of inspiration!
Hal taught me to see the magic in life again. He inspired and lifted me in ways I didn't yet know at 19 years old. He saw me for who I was and championed me to feel and be fearless. Inspiration was guaranteed whether he was teaching German (sorry Professor, my tongue never did quite get in the swing) or Goethe, Schopenhauer's philosophy or the societal importance of fairy tales... Hal brought passion and mysticism into every day. I took every class and an extra year of college just to have more time being in the presence of this great man. I can see now how many of my passions, my core values, were birthed in his presence and by his light.
As my boyfriend of that time so aptly said: "He made us believe". Grieving his passing, he's been quite present helping me heal. Weird noises in my house have appeared that I've never heard in my 4 years here. Ticks and scratches totally foreign to my home. Even my family has been aware there's something visiting us. Grief has been very present for me. Coupled with my intense week of healing, I'm in a perfect moment of acute vulnerability to heal.
I began wanting to write about Metal and the Fall and all the power and healing that can occur. But I'm too puddly right now. A blubbering raw monkey tyring to inspire others. Psah....
What Dr. Becker has helped me see so clearly is .... Hal was the perfect Metal-- inspired and fatherly, he challenged us all to be our best and more importantly to be mensch. I think all I really wanted was for him to be proud of me... proud of the woman I became and not the irresponsible young adult he knew. In his presence I felt special, important and in the heartbeat of God.
From the other side, He offered me a healing-- the profound gift of forgiveness.
Shame blocked my ability to feel and embrace my Metal. And Hal has helped me heal it. 13 years later, I can finally let it go. And this is the true value of the season.
Hal has reminded me our memories always judge us more harshly than God/Goddess/Spirit does. So embrace your shame, your flaws, your colossal f' ups and
bring it on. We have no space for it, no time for these heavy and
wasteful emotions that keep us from being who God asked us to be. Find
what inspires you, what hurts you and what ails you and blocks you.
This is not comfortable work, but it is essential. Use this season to let go of what no longer serves your heart, let go of what eats at your soul and breathe your true self back into the world.
My best friend's sister in law just passed unexpectedly. This seems to be happening more and more these days. I hold the family in Light and trust that T's journey is divinely orchestrated. Before she crossed she visited me. I had a hard time juggling my calling as a shaman, assisting her Spirit, and acting as a best friend. I tried to separate the two. But T kept sending me a song she asked I share with the family. Raise your Glass by P!nk was her anthem during her transition.
I turned the song on, sobbed heavily and laughed my way through. I am always amazed by the weaving of spirit and music. The song perfectly captured her own reaction to her sudden death. Celebration and an ease surrounded her as I jammed out with T and P!nk. Spirit does have an undeniable way of working through music. The invisible world is easily able to affect a radio and send us just what we need before we even know we need it. Many times I have seen this occur and am always in awe at how perfectly the lyrics speak precisely to the situation at hand. The next time you're having a hard time, ask the music to soothe you. Inevitably a song will come on the radio or Pandora that is an answer to your prayers. Our Angels are always listening and this world is created to support us always. Never doubt that the coincidence is Spirit tailored for you and is a special delivery.
