I died to live again. Should we be afraid of death? Is it the end of everything? Did I do enough in life? Did I say enough "I love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"?
All these things flashed through my mind, in that fleeting moment when Lady Death appeared. The temperature dropped, the night and silence descended, and howls were heard. Thus she made her entrance into a room full of people. I wondered who she was coming for? I tried to warn others.
He told me, "I actually came for you." "Okay, I understand," I replied, "but I choose not to die today, but when I decide." He said, "Okay, but we still have to talk." There I knelt, with tears in my eyes and humility, and told him, "What should I learn?"
Here are the lessons:
✔️ Take care of your health with less demand, without judgment
✔️ Work less and enjoy more
✔️ Be real, no more makeup or filters, your beauty comes from what you radiate
✔️Respect all plants, honor that bond (I am a herbalist and alchemist)
✔️ When people make mistakes, treat them with love and compassion
✔️Your path is Conscious Eating
✔️Live intensely and love strongly
✔️Don't be silent when you love someone, say it
I don't know when my ego was causing me to miss out on what's truly important: being of service is a huge responsibility. It's a labor of love. It's since this opportunity to live again that I have more strength and desire than ever to give my best and love strongly 💜💜💜 in the broadest sense of the word.
Thanks to death, thanks to life! 💀🌸
The fear of dying can lead us to not live. Love and respect for death lead us to value life and live it to the fullest.
What would you do before you died if today were the last day of your life?
Much compassion and love
Lu Del Mar – Regenerative Alchemy
