Death Transitions Transmissions
A farewell to my uncle, sitting with grief, and working with moldavite
My paternal uncle passed away today.
On Friday my father notified me that my uncle Paul was “not in good shape”. His final wishes were to spend his days on his beloved sailboat which he had lived on for the better half of 30 years.
The James side of my family has always had an infinity for the water and anything involving a boat. Some of my fondest memories were on Force 9; I learned how to steer a sailboat long before getting my learner’s permit to drive. I made a promise to myself many moons ago that I would eventually get my sailing credential.
Paul and I were not close. I can count perhaps on two hands the number of times I saw him IRL. For my 8th birthday he gifted me a used VHS copy of Scarface. I vividly remember inviting him to have a tea party with me and him jokingly asking if there was rum in the tea.
He was always somewhat of a recluse. Despite that, he had a wicked sense of dark humor and was quite counter culture. He’d been married a handful of times, exclusively wore bell bottoms, enjoyed cigarettes, and had a boat cat named Candice who was as cranky as she was striking.
I have always had a bit of an unusual relationship with death, due to my mediumship abilities. When we leave our physical vessels we transition into a different dimension. Obviously, this does not mitigate grief at all.
Loss is painful, not to mention totally disorientating. There is no handbook for mourning; each culture and individual handles it so differently. As someone who has experienced a lot of deaths I am too familiar with being an unofficial death doula for those around me.
How do I process death? In true Gemini sun fashion, I find solace in having conversations with others. My Capricorn Stellium finds peace in going on long walks solo with lyric-less music. I cry, I spend time with animals.
I usually stray away from vices in a way to stay as embodied within my feelings as possible. Often taking moments of distractions in the form of seeing a movie, going to a fitness class, or cooking something divine.
I stumbled upon my favorite local magic shop today, Feathered Outlaw. Upon making my rounds I noticed a trio of familiar looking shards of green, “are these…”
“Moldavite,” The sales associate responded. Several specimen shares and jewelry try ons later…I purchased my first piece of this infamous stone. It was time. As a tektite fanatic it would have been foolish to let an authentic piece pass me by. Especially given the abrupt circumstances of the last 24 hours.
Modavite is known for being the ultimate road opener. A disruptor that provides deep energetic cleansing, emotional balance, and rapid spiritual ascension. It is ruled by the heart chakra, air signs, and fire signs; a nod to my Libra uncle and Sagittarius Pope Francis.
The irony of my uncle passing away the same day as the pope is something that does tickle me. He was once expelled from his Catholic High School. I’d like to think that he has had a cheeky few words with Pope Francis.
Be gentle with yourselves, take this week slow, and when in doubt…maybe just take the leap and buy some Moldavite.