My thoughts on Death

The first time I ever truly researched the concept of death was in 2006, during my first year of college, when I wrote a formal paper on the subject for my English Composition class.

Prior to this, I had lived a fairly sheltered life. My parents had done their utmost to protect me from the harshness and pain surrounding funerals and death. You could say I was completely naïve to it. Or at least, that is how I remember it at the time.

I can't say that death scared me, nor did it fascinate me. I suppose I simply had no real opinion of it, having never experienced it firsthand.

When I researched the concept of death for my English paper, I learned about the theories, rituals, and beliefs surrounding what happens to the soul after death according to Vedic philosophy. But it was just that—Theory.

I could understand it on paper, but feeling it? Experiencing it? I can't say I had any real sense of understanding death for what it truly was.

It wasn't until 2020—a year that changed so many people's lives for reasons we all know—that I perhaps began to feel the harsh reality, and the fear, of death.

Thousands, if not millions, of lives were lost, and so many people grappled with the emptiness and enormous void that death left in their hearts.

In June of 2020, India lost a young, vibrant, and incredibly talented actor, Sushant Singh Rajput. At that time, I had hardly known of his work, to be honest. But it was through his sudden and complicated passing that, for the first time, I can say I began to understand death for what it really was.

The doorway to my gift as a psychic medium awakened abruptly and unexpectedly, and confronting death became inevitable.

It was almost as though my destiny was coming to life.

I couldn't stop the feeling, even if I had tried.

It was the first time I had consciously chosen to communicate with a soul who had crossed over to the other side, and it was fascinating, to say the least.

As I honed in on this developing ability, I began to learn more about life after death and what people experience when they die. And what I came to understand was so far removed from what we often imagine.

We imagine death as a gruesome, painful, and terrifying passage.

But that is so far from the reality of what I have been told through my experiences with countless souls who have passed on.

Death, as I have been shown it, is a transition.

And it is a beautiful one.

It is peaceful. It is instant. And most of all, it is painless.

Souls are never, ever alone when they transition.

That was perhaps my greatest fear.

I imagined this fragile cloud of consciousness traveling through space and time, completely alone, until it eventually reached some God or Goddess for ultimate judgment.

But it turns out, nothing of that sort happens.

Instead, our loved ones come to meet us.

And when we cross over, we see things far more clearly than our egos would allow us to while we are alive. We recognize our mistakes. Our misjudgments. Our wrongdoings. We understand the ways in which we may have hurt others, and perhaps even ourselves.

For some troubled souls, there is a desire to make things right. They try to remain close to the loved ones they have left behind, attempting to give them signs, feelings, dreams, or little reminders that they are still there.

And I realized that this is where my work is most needed.

My job as a psychic medium is to help bring closure to the soul on the other side that may still be trying to find the light—and to the loved ones they've left behind who are grappling with the pain of losing them, perhaps carrying regrets, unanswered questions, guilt, or words left unsaid.

I've recently experienced the loss of two pets.

I cried more than I'd like to admit.

And I carried a tremendous amount of guilt and blame for their deaths, despite knowing that I had done everything I could to save them.

It was gut-wrenching.

Even as a psychic medium, and even knowing what I know now, it wasn't easy.

But the one thing I can say is that healing and moving forward have been smoother and much faster because I know that their souls are thoroughly enjoying the paradise they are in.

Knowing that has brought me an extraordinary amount of comfort.

So, if there is one thing I can share about death now, it would be this:

Remember that death is a beautiful transition.

Your loved one is not in pain. They are not suffering. They are not afraid. They are not distressed on the other side.

If anything, they are peaceful. They are happy.

And seeing you continue to live—to laugh, to love, to experience the beauty of this life—brings them even more peace.

Mourning is normal.

Grief is normal.

Missing them is normal.

But after some time, it is important to remember that your loved one has not truly left your side.

Just because you cannot see them, or experience life with them in this physical, three-dimensional world, does not mean they are no longer present.

They can still guide you.

They can still send you signs.

They can still remind you that love does not end simply because the physical body does.

And perhaps most importantly, their greatest wish for you is to be happy.

So remember them with fondness.

Speak their name.

Tell their stories.

Celebrate the life they lived rather than only mourning the moment they left.

And have faith that you are forever connected.

Because perhaps death isn't the ending we have been taught to fear.

Perhaps it is simply another doorway.

And when our time comes to walk through it, the ones we have loved—and who have loved us—will be there to greet us.

Until then, live.

Love.

Laugh.

And don't be afraid of death.

Be grateful for life.