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Embracing Endings, Change, and the Sacred Art of Becoming

How Humans Relate to Death

Most of us have been taught to fear death long before we ever face it. Not just the death of the body, but the quieter kinds too. The death of who we used to be, the version of Life we have imagined, the relationships that no longer fit. And yet, instead of honoring these endings, we cling. We call it loyalty, responsibility, stability.. but really, its fear.

We don’t fear death because it ends something, we fear death because it asks us to surrender control.

Somewhere along the way, we made death the enemy. We turned it into something cold and tragic instead of sacred and transformative. We built a world that celebrates birth, success, and new beginnings, but rarely teaches us how to sit inside an ending with reverence. We hide death in hospital rooms, behind closed doors, in unspoken conversations and silent grief. The same way we avoid physical death, we avoid change. We avoid the kind of choices that would require a part of us to die. The job we’ve outgrown, the relationship that no longer feels like home.

Whether we invite it in or not, death is already present in our lives. In every season. In every leaf. In every breath, where we are asked to exhale before we can inhale again.

“There is no ending… Only change of form. Change of illusion.” – The Law of One, Ra.

What if death isn’t something that happens at the end of life? What if it’s happening every time we choose honesty over pretending, truth over comfort, spirit over ego?

This is why we fear it. Because some part of us knows. Every time we choose to grow, something must be left behind. And were not just grieving what were losing, were grieving who we were inside it.

Death Isn’t Just the Final Breath

Death is not a moment. It’s a pattern. A rhythm. A law that life is built up on.

We’ve been conditioned to see death only as the closing of physical life, something far away, something that happens to other people, sometime later. But if we slow down and actually look. death is happening all the time, everywhere, and within us.

There’s the death of childhood selves we’ll never meet again. The death of beliefs we no longer cling to. The death of relationships that ended quietly long before they were spoken about.

Every time we say, “I can’t be this person anymore,” some part of us dies. And every time we breathe into a new truth, a rebirth begins. Without death we cannot have rebirth.

Nature has always understood this. Trees don’t cling to leaves that have turned brittle. Flowers don’t apologize for wilting when their season is complete. The tide doesn’t negotiate with the sand. It withdraws, so it may return again.

But humans? We hold. We delay the funeral of our past selves. We’d rather stay inside a familiar suffering than step into the unknown of an unlived life.

Not because we don’t know how to change. But because no one ever taught us how to let things die.

And yet, the version of you reading this is proof that you have already died many times, silently, courageously, without a ceremony. You are here because someone you used to be is no longer.

Maybe death isn’t a single moment at the end. Maybe it is the sacred space between who we were and who we are becoming.

Why Humans Resist Change

If death is woven into every part of life, why do we resist it so fiercely?

Because on some level – conscious or not – change feels like dying. Not the kind that stops a heartbeat, but the kind that dissolves identity.

We aren’t only afraid of losing what we have, were afraid of losing who we are.

The ego is built to protect us, to preserve what is known. It whispers, “Stay here. At least you know the rules. At least here you know who you are.” Even when “here” is painful. Even when “here” is a life lived on mute.

So instead of ending things, we linger. We stay in jobs that drain the color from our days. We hold on to relationships that feel like shrinking. We keep wearing versions of ourselves that no longer fit.

Not because it’s right, because it’s known.

Resistance is not protection, it’s a cage made of our own fear.

We tell ourselves were staying safe, but what we’re really doing is slowly abandoning the life that is trying to be born through us.

This is why death, real, symbolic, internal, is sacred. Not because it’s easy. Not because it doesn’t hurt. But because it frees us to live without being half-alive.

Grief is not the enemy of transformation. Avoidance is.

Death as a Sacred Portal

If we could see death the way the soul sees it, we would no longer call it an ending. We would call it a doorway.

From the lens of the Law of One, nothing truly dies. Energy cannot be destroyed – only transformed. Life moves in spirals, not straight lines. We shift form, identity, body, and vibration. But at the core, we remain.

Physical death is only one expression of this truth.

“The catalyst of experience is designed to offer the death of that which is no longer needed. In surrendering, the entity steps into a more light-filled configuration of being.” -Ra

This is death as alchemy. And when we allow these inner-deaths to happen consciously, when we meet them instead of resisting, something shifts.

Death becomes holy. Grief becomes a teacher. Endings become thresholds.

Hermetic teachings echo the same truth: “Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.” – The Kybalion

Meaning: stagnation is the illusion. Movement is the reality. Death is movement. Change is movement.

To fear death, in any form, is to fear our own becoming.

The Art of Dying Before You Die

Across ancient traditions, mystics and seekers were taught one thing before all else: Learn how to Die while you’re still alive.

Not physically. But to let the false self – the ego, the stories, the attachments – dissolve before the final breath ever comes.

Because those who have learned to die well…are the ones who truly learn how to live.

This wisdom echoes through centuries:

“Die before you die. There is no chance after.” – Rumi

To Die before you die is:

• Letting the performance fall away.
• Letting the old self go without needing to hate it first.
• Grieving what once was while choosing what now wants to be born.

It doesn’t always come with ceremonies. Sometimes it looks like:

• Finally telling the truth.
• Leaving the life you built when you didn’t know yourself yet.
• No longer abandoning yourself to be loved.

It’s not glamorous. It’s not always peaceful. It often feels like heartbreak, emptiness, or standing in a field with no map.

The Celts understood this, too. To them, death was not a punishment. It was a passage.

“Every falling leaf returns to the soil to feed the roots of what will bloom.”

So what if we, too, practiced endings with reverence? What if we learned to sit at the bedside of our old selves, not with shame, but with gratitude?

The art of dying before you die is not morbid, it’s not bleak. It is the most courageous devotion to life.

To release.

To trust.

To begin again.

Rituals and Practices for Sacred Endings

If death and rebirth are part of being human, then we need to learn not just how to survive them, but how to honor them.

Ritual doesn’t have to be dramatic or mystical. It is simply a way of saying, “Something has ended. Something new is beginning. I choose to witness it.” It gives the soul a language the mind can understand.

Here are gentle ways to practice dying, and beginning, with intention:

• Name what is dying. Bring it into the truth. Whisper it, write it, cry it.
• Write an obituary for your old self. Write about who you were, what they carried, how they kept you safe. Then release them. You can burn it, bury it, rip it up.
• Fire- The Alchemy of Release. Write down the beliefs, narratives, or habits you are ready to let go of. Burn them in a fire safe bowl or bonfire. As the smoke rises, choose to breathe deeper instead of holding on.
• Earth Ritual-Burial and Becoming. Bury something that symbolizes your old self. A letter, a piece of jewelry, a dried flower from a past chapter. Let the soil transform it, like leaves to roots.
• Breath as a Practice of Dying and Rebirth. Every exhale is a tiny death. Every inhale is a rebirth. Try this: Breathe in – I receive life. Breathe out – I let go of what is gone. This is the smallest, simplest ritual and the most constant one.
• Grieve Without Rushing to “Move on.” Let grief exist without stuffing it into productivity or timelines. Grief is proof that something mattered. Let it wash over you like a tide, not to drown you, but to make space for something new.

Ritual doesn’t force change. It simply says: I’m willing. I’m listening. i’m not running from the end anymore.

Living Fully Only Comes After You’ve Died a Little

There is a strange kind of freedom that only comes after something has died.

Not the freedom of running away, but the freedom of no longer pretending. Of no longer forcing yourself into a life, a role, a version of you that your soul quietly outgrew.

When you allow part of yourself to die – a role, a story, an expectation – you make space for something wilder, truer, softer to take root.

This is the part of death we don’t talk about: the aliveness that follows.

Because when you’ve sat with endings, when you’ve been brave enough to let go of the version of you that was built for survival, you love differently. You choose differently. You stop wasting time on half-hearted living.

When you no longer fear the loss of a life you don’t belong to anymore, that’s when you start belonging to yourself.

Suddenly:

• You say “no” without guilt.
• You say “yes” without fear.
• You love people because you want to, not because you’re afraid to lose them.
• You live with a steady kind of courage, because you’ve already met death in small ways and survived.

We only begin to live fully when we stop living life safely.

Because death – in all its forms – is not here to take life from us. It’s here to give it back.