Last night I ran across notes hastily jotted during one of the many times in 2003 that Spirit whispered the common sense spirituality that culminated in my first book. Among the wisdom imparted during that time were four profound life principles that have reframed the way I look at life on Earth’s stage, and now form the foundation of my playful Drama Queen Workshop™ exercises:

Life is always fair, God is never far, Death is not THE END, Absolutely nothing is unforgivable

The third Drama Queen principle, “Death is not THE END,” has been uppermost on my mind since hearing the news that Whitney Houston had left the stage. Most around me were focused on this tragic loss. Among them, my singer-songwriter daughter, who grew up worshiping Whitney and has set Whitney’s high musical standards as the bar she strives to reach.

What a thrill it was for Whitney to make a comeback appearance at the Grammys in 2009, the year Maiysha was nominated for best performance in her category. Now this. My child was almost inconsolable.

It was difficult enough to offer adequate comfort across the miles. (Maiysha has always loved to put her head in my lap while I stroke her forehead.) But it was even more difficult—actually, impossible to ignore this truth: Death of a mortal body is not THE END of an immortal soul. The soul who came here as Whitney is very much alive and undoubtedly well.

I’ve learned in the past that those who remain rarely want to hear this when a loved one exits Earth’s stage. Some are actually offended by the possibility that we are more than flesh, bones and blood.

We grieve deeply—not for the departed, but for ourselves because we can no longer be together physically. It matters not that the departed are closer, more accessible as Spirit than when they were weighted down by body costumes.

There’s so much evidence that death of a body is like removing a costume, as I’ve previously posted. I’ve personally witnessed it, as have millions of others. Who hasn’t had a “something told me to…” moment when there was no one else around?

Every Goodbye Ain’t Gone

Something in Whitney’s funeral program reminded me of an incident I recounted in my first book, “EARTH Is the MOTHER of All Drama Queens.” It happened the day my mother made her transition.

Sitting in a hair salon, I heard my mother whisper, “I just wanted to say goodbye.”

I was suddenly overwhelmed with grief. I was crying so hard, I couldn’t visit my mother in the hospital across the street, as planned. When I arrived home, there was a voicemail message that confirmed my suspicions.

At my mother’s visitation, her best friend walked up to me, stunned and a bit spooked. She said that her doorbell had rung the day Mother passed. When she went to the door, my mother was standing there. She just stood. She said nothing. Then she disappeared.

“She was wearing that suit!” Aunt Doris gasped, pointing to the casket.

My heart rose into my throat.

The day Mother made her transition, that gorgeous white suit was hanging in my closet. It was one of my favorites, but I rarely wore it. Days later, I thought it would be perfect for her on this occasion, so I took it to the funeral home.

What Aunt Doris was telling me was that before I’d even made the decision to bury Mother in my suit, she’d had already seen Mother wearing it!

Now we learn that Cissy Houston has a similar testimonial, which she shared in a letter to Whitney published in the funeral program:

Whitney Houston

“[God] came for you. But not without warning. For two months now I have been depressed, crying, lonesome and sad and not knowing why.

“On Saturday before I found out about your transition, my doorbell rang. I went to answer it, but there was no one there. It rang again and again, no one was there. I called the concierge to tell him someone was ringing my doorbell. He checked the camera and told me no one was there.

“You promised me you were coming to spend time with me after the Grammys. I believe the spirits allowed you to come after all.”

As Maiysha said after reading it, “This is the dream we wake up to everyday, but it’s still a dream.”

We thank you, Whitney, for stepping into the dream with us and blessing us with the full concerto that was your life. We delighted in the crescendos, were disappointed by the lows, and cheered for you to thrill us again.

We made your life about us: who we wanted you to be…for us. How excited you must be to step outside of the glare of Earth’s harsh and often painfully judgmental spotlight!

You deserve this time. Bask in the Loving Light of our Creator, Dearest Sister! We celebrate your new life; we love you and deeply cherish your eternal soul.

Pat ArnoldJoin me March 29-31 at “The Gold Rush” spiritual conference for women!

Come hear Iyanla Vanzant, Susan Taylor and other dynamic speakers. On Friday, have some fun in my latest Drama Queen Workshop: “Have You Lost Your MINE?” It’s gonna be a blast! For more information, click here.

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16 Responses to Death is not…THE END.

  1. JJ Michael says:

    A wonderful piece. Thank you for reminding all of us that death is another lesson in living.

  2. What a great way to phrase it, June! Thanks!

  3. Sally says:

    As always, Pat, you brought us all to the heart of the matter – exactly where we cherish the awe, the admiration the goals and dreams, the disappointments and the love, for our heroes and heroines. Thank you!

  4. Thanks so much, Rev. Sally!

  5. Denrique says:

    Wow, quite a poignant, yet powerful message! Thank you for sharing this. A signal of a love one’s transition is something I remember all too well. My father’s sign I could never forget, that uncanny laughter before he said, “okay,” when I told him, “I will see you next week.” I got off the telephone thinking that his response was weird. My father was never a man of few words. “Okay,” would be the last word(s) I heard from him. He transitioned… just 2 days before a planned vacation home.

  6. G Erby says:

    Words resonate in the mind, replayed over and over again as the last conversation on this side is shared with a loved one soon gone – gone too soon. I remember: I am at peace; it’s hard to let you go but I know I have to; and the one phrase that I doggedly hold on to, when you look up I’ll be standing there.

    These words are often accompanied by the video (it’s not just the audio experience) and I find myself tearing at myself – I rent my clothes in King James speak – for all the tiny opportunities to say something or take a picture or do something to make the memory fuller, to make the last memories lasting…But then I’m reminded to be grateful for those times and to praise God for those times, because without them, where would I really be?

    Thank you for your insightful post. It helped me understand at least a little bit more…and where I am right now, every little bit helps. Day 297: RIP RGE, II

    • Embracing you in Love, Gwen, and understanding your need to know “Why–and why now?” If only we could read our loved one’s script, to see how it fits into the Divine Play.

      What great role must that soul play next that requires an exit from the stage now? What great thing have you, as soul, contracted to do independent of your loved one?

      Often we hurt so much because we’ve been taught that we’re merely bodies. Once the body is lifeless, we cease to be. But if we were made in the likeness of our Creator, we are invisible, immortal Love, not bodies.

      We are the breath that gives the body life. Without us, it dies–a truth your loved one articulated with the words, “When you look up, I’ll be standing there.”

      Trust that. As souls, where the Divine dwells, we already have eternal life. No one can give it to us or take it from us.

      I bless your loved one’s journey and yours. I am grateful that you had an agreement to spend time together here. Know that Life is eternal–and so are both of you.

      Much love to Gwen. It’s great to hear from you!

  7. G Erby says:

    Thank you, Pat and it is so good to talk to you too.

    Be blessed!

  8. This is such an important truth that is so challenging to understand until we experience it for ourselves. You have communicated the principle of everlasting life elegantly and our souls are lifted as a result.

  9. Rev. Bobby says:

    Really, really nice P/!

  10. Saint says:

    My Mom transitioned over two years ago. Since then she has visited me often in my dreams..They are not merely dreams but further proof to me that life is eternal and that we are so much more than flesh and blood. Focus on the Spirit and not just the body…Peace and Love, Saint

    • Thanks, Saint. Most of us don’t realize that when we sleep, our consciousness leaves our bodies and we are the ones who are visiting other realms. Ego tells us that this is the only Life there is.

      I recall dreaming that I was with my best friend. I was SO excited that she was not really dead. I’ll never forget the *smh* look on her face. LOL!

  11. jerry says:

    Like so many others I love the messages you put forth for all to read and learn from. I thought that maybe this information I shared with my friends years ago might be enjoyed by YOUR followers so here it is:

    Our wedding day November 2, 1963

    On November 2, 1963, God joined our earthly bodies when we married. But many millennia before that day, God made me yours when He created your soul first and then mine, joining us as one into kindred souls.

    He temporarily separated us when He sent your soul to earth October 10, 1937, making it flesh. My soul had to wait seven months May 16, 1938 before He sent me to join you. After nearly 50 years together in this life; God separated us May 9, 2002 for the last time when He took you from me again, so that He could enjoy your presence with Him.

    Now, I wait as before, to join you for the last time, and for forever. Together again in our Father’s eternity, with Him, where He meant us to live in the beginning.

    So, because God made you mine, I have not divorced myself from you. I am still your Husband. November 2 is still my wedding anniversary, and I celebrate it by myself enjoying the very special day with loving memories of our special love.

    Jerry

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