Deathling

It’s been a long day but one that held a surprising challenge. I am not a fan of being on videos or wading into cyber circles of people I’m not familiar with. I often feel like an outsider and guess I’ve grown accustomed to the emotions that come along with the label. Today though, was different. I did both things.

I received an email invitation early this morning for a Zoom gathering for one of the online groups I’m in. I work during the day and with the time difference I can’t usually make the weekly mid-day events. I considered making up a lie to get out of a meeting at work since it was happening over my lunch break but I told myself if I was meant to attend this other event it would happen. Sure enough 20 minutes before my meeting at work, the participant asked if we could reschedule.

Thankful, I made my way over to the hosted chat. I saw the names of people I often see in the group and seeing their faces made it more real. I didn’t know these people personally, many from other countries, but they’ve still been my adoptive family of sorts. They took me into their space when I began connecting with energy of Irish goddesses late last year. If you’ve followed me since then you’ll know I’ve been in a bit of a courtship with the Morrigan and it’s a relationship I’m still trying to navigate. She’s showing me my own shadow every moment she gets.

DEATHLING.

I heard that word for the first time today. The topic of discussion was “death rituals”. I’ve never been attracted to the idea of death but when I saw the topic I knew I needed to be a part of the conversation. Everyone who wanted to share virtually raised their hand. I sat there listening and 20 minutes in I finally raised mine. I didn’t want to but I was pushed to speak up. I was 11th in line to speak with no guarantee they’d get to me but just as Spirit dictated, I was given a platform 5 minutes before the end.

While many spoke of the rituals surrounding the dead and the emotions of the loved ones left behind, I spoke briefly about my role as a medium and soul transition guide. I see death through a very different lens than most. To me they aren’t really “dead”, they simply exist in a different form without a body.

It would’ve been easy to listen from the sidelines but Spirit had other plans. I pushed past the fear and gave voice to those who’ve crossed over. They still matter, they still exist.

Maybe I’m a deathling, I don’t really know yet. More to come as I dive deeper into the meaning and examine how it’s all connected.

K. McMurray
​Storyteller | Dream Worker | Soul Bridge