February 23, 2015

Meditating monk mummified

-Mummified Remains Of A Monk Have Been Found Encased In A Buddha

CT scan of 1,000-year-old Buddha statue reveal mummified remains of meditating monk

Mummified remains of a monk have been found encased in a Buddha statue dating back to the 11th or 12th Century.
Erik Bruijn, an Buddhism expert, led the study that determined the mummy was of Buddhist master Liuquan, who belonged to the Chinese Meditation School.  The CT scan and endoscopy were carried out by Drents Museum at Meander Medical Centre in the Netherlands.

While it was known before the scan that a mummy was inside the statue, it wasn't until then that researchers discovered that the monk's organs had been removed from his body.  Rolls of paper scraps covered in Chinese writing were discovered alongside the monk
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Categories: Funerals, Burials and Cremations

February 19, 2015

Nutella founder dies

Nutella Founder Dies, Said Secret of Success Was Our Lady of Lourdes

His company, founded in 1946 in Italy, produced the popular hazelnut chocolate spread along with Mon Cheri, Kinder eggs, Ferrero Rocher, Fiesta, and Pocket Coffee treats.

As Michele Ferrero said at the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the founding of the company: "The success of Ferrero we owe to Our Lady of Lourdes, without her we can do little." And indeed, a small statue of the Virgin is present in each of the Ferrero establishments worldwide.

Michele Ferrero was the richest person in Italy, with a net worth, according to Forbes Magazine of $23.4 billion. He was a man endowed with a strong faith who spent his life away from the spotlight and the tabloids. Each year he went on pilgrimage to Lourdes taking his top manager. He also organized a visit to the French shrine for his employees.

According to the Guardian newspaper, which published a profile of him in 2011, the company’s Rocher pralines are rumored to have been inspired by the craggy rock grotto, called the Rocher de Massabielle,  at the shrine in Lourdes.
 Rocher

He built his empire valuing the best of Italy with quality products and innovation. But his greatest talent was knowing how to involve employees and show special attention to employees when training them. "My only concern,” he once said, “is that the company is increasingly solid and strong to guarantee all workers a secure place."

Under his leadership, his products were available in 53 countries with over 34,000 employees and 20 production facilities, and nine agricultural enterprises." 
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Categories: Great Legacies | Categories: Last Words, Obits, Eulogies and Epitaphs

Oliver Sacks on Learning He Has Terminal Cancer

My Own Life

A MONTH ago, I felt that I was in good health, even robust health. At 81, I still swim a mile a day. But my luck has run out — a few weeks ago I learned that I have multiple metastases in the liver.
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While I have enjoyed loving relationships and friendships and have no real enmities, I cannot say (nor would anyone who knows me say) that I am a man of mild dispositions. On the contrary, I am a man of vehement disposition, with violent enthusiasms, and extreme immoderation in all my passions.

And yet, one line from Hume’s essay strikes me as especially true: “It is difficult,” he wrote, “to be more detached from life than I am at present.”

Over the last few days, I have been able to see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts. This does not mean I am finished with life.

On the contrary, I feel intensely alive, and I want and hope in the time that remains to deepen my friendships, to say farewell to those I love, to write more, to travel if I have the strength, to achieve new levels of understanding and insight.
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I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential. I must focus on myself, my work and my friends. I shall no longer look at “NewsHour” every night. I shall no longer pay any attention to politics or arguments about global warming.
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I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.

Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.

Via Ann Althouse, a wonderful interview, Sachs Appeal, in The Guardian

He has allowed himself one small indulgence, though - a short book, Oaxaca Journal, about an expedition to Mexico on the trail of rare ferns. Sack loves ferns. "They're harmless, benign, and they're ancient," he enthuses. "They go back a billion years. The way they coil up, like watch-springs…" He is lost in thought. "They give me a feeling of the future. The future, all coiled up."

Also via Althouse, an astonishing photo of Oliver Sachs on a motorcycle in 1961 by Douglas White.

From Wikipedia

Beginning in 1970, Sacks wrote of his experience with neurological patients. His books have been translated into over 25 languages. In addition to his books, Sacks is a regular contributor to The New Yorker and The New York Review of Books, as well as other medical, scientific, and general publications.[\ He was awarded the Lewis Thomas Prize for Writing about Science in 2001.

Sacks' work has been featured in a "broader range of media than those of any other contemporary medical author"and in 1990, The New York Times said he "has become a kind of poet laureate of contemporary medicine" His descriptions of people coping with and adapting to neurological conditions or injuries often illuminate the ways in which the normal brain deals with perception, memory and individuality.
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Categories: Death and Dying | Categories: Good Death | Categories: Great Legacies

"In this tight-knit village, these men will not be remembered for their brutal murders"

An important story that reminds us that  real people and real families behind the bloody executions by ISIS.

ISIS Boasted Of These Christians' Deaths. Here Are The Lives They Lived.

The men were laborers, gone for months on end, who sent home hard-earned money to feed entire families. They left their impoverished home in Egypt to work in Libya for a better future, despite the dangers. What they found instead was a militant group hell-bent on humiliating and harming them because they were Christian. While most of the people killed by the Islamic State have been Muslim, the group's recent propaganda video made a point to threaten Christianity as a religion. The fact that the 21 men were Egyptian made them even more sought-out targets: citizens of a country cracking down on Islamists both within its own borders and inside Libya.

On Jan. 3 at around 2:30 a.m. in the coastal Libyan city of Sirte, masked gunmen began knocking on doors, according to survivors. They were looking for Christians marked with traditional tattoos on their hands that identified them as Copts, an ancient Christian sect in Egypt. Some men were pulled from their beds at gunpoint. Others hid and prayed, only to later see their captured friends and family members decapitated in a widely circulated and highly produced Islamic State video.

But in this tight-knit village, these men will not be remembered for their brutal murders. They are remembered as beloved husbands, sons, brothers, cousins and friends. In death, their lives are celebrated.

Here are the lives they lived, as told by family members.
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Categories: Family Stories | Categories: Memory, Memorials

February 18, 2015

Snowzombies

Waking every day to everlasting banks of snow, Bostonians may think of themselves as snow zombies, but here are real ones.  Via Neatorama

 Graveyard Snowmen

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February 14, 2015

Print out your most treasured photographs or risk losing them

Print out your photos or risk losing them, warns Google boss

He may have helped to build the internet, but Dr Vinton ‘Vint’ Cerf has urged computer users to print out their most treasured photographs, or risk losing them.  The Google vice president warned that as operating systems and software become more sophisticated, documents and images stored using older technology will become increasingly inaccessible.

He went on to say that our dependence on technology could lead to the 21st century being a new dark age in history, with any evidence of our culture lost in a digital 'black hole'.  In centuries to come, future historians looking back on the current era could be confronted by a digital desert comparable with the dark ages - the post-Roman period in Western Europe about which relatively little is known because of the scarcity of written records.

If you want to pass on your most treasured photos, you must print them out and save them in archival boxes.  It's easy enough to do.
Over time, go through your digital photos, copying only the best and store them on a flash drive.  You can then take them to a camera store or even Walgreen's to have them printed out.

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Categories: How to - Personal Legacy Archives

Glimpses of the Life Beyond Life

Glimpses of the Life Beyond Life  The evidence is becoming overwhelming.

Author and journalist Judy Bachrach started volunteering in a hospice in the late 1980s, and her real motive was to try to overcome her fear of death. About two decades later, when her mother came down with Alzheimer’s, Bachrach decided to look into the subject of near-death experiences.

So she delved into the literature, and journeyed around the United States and the world to interview near-death experiencers (NDErs or, as she calls them, “death travelers”) and leading researchers in the field. The result is her book Glimpsing Heaven. Her conclusion from her inquiries: “there are simply, as some of the doctors and scientists I’ve interviewed point out, too many experiencers and too many experiences to discount.”

How many? Dutch cardiologist and NDE researcher Pim van Lommel says that in the last 50 years over 25 million people worldwide have reported NDEs. A 1982 Gallup poll found eight million Americans reporting them. As Bachrach comments: “Not every self-proclaimed death traveler could be an arrant liar or deeply unbalanced or both.” If you want to hear accounts by “travelers” who are evidently balanced, mature, and intelligent, you can easily find them on YouTube.
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Although there are accounts of NDE-type phenomena going back to Plato, over the past 50 years advanced resuscitation (CPR) techniques have enabled vastly larger numbers of people to return from death. The experience is usually blissful—and changes them dramatically. They lose all fear of death, care much less about material pursuits, and turn to spiritual and altruistic activities instead. They often have enhanced psychic, intuitive, or creative powers; and often—altered as they are—end up divorcing. Pretty powerful effects for hallucinations.

Bachrach tells the story of one of the most remarkable NDE cases, singer-songwriter Pam Reynolds Lowery (1956-2010). In 1991, doctors had to remove a large aneurysm from the base of her brain. She was put in the deepest possible state of sedation: blood drained, body cooled to 60°F, eyes taped shut, ears plugged. Yet, in the midst of the major, difficult operation, something happened that “shouldn’t have”: the patient felt herself rise out of her body, watch the medical staff working on her, then rise further to a transcendent realm where she encountered a “shower of light” and deceased relatives.

Subsequently, when Pam Reynolds Lowery described the operation to the doctors—in finely accurate detail—they were aghast. And in the aftermath of her death travel, her intuitive powers were so great that she had to stop going to public places; it can be unpleasant to read the thoughts and emotions of total strangers waiting in line at the supermarket.

Embedded in the post is a ten-minute excerpt of a BBC video that features Pam Reynolds Lowery and her story.  She had her near death experience in 1991 at age 35.  She  died from heart failure in 2010, age 53

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Categories: Afterlife

February 12, 2015

Robert Simon RIP

An Honest Reporter, and His Antithesis  Bob Simon was everything a journalist should be…Peggy Noonan delivers a splendid encomium to reporter Bob Simon

I was at dinner at the home of a friend, a journalist, when the phone rang. I heard her say, “Oh no, no,” and saw her face: Something terrible had happened, not to her personally but in the world. She got off and told us that Bob Simon, the CBS News correspondent, had died. I knew she was about to add, “in the Mideast,” or “shot down,” but she said “a car crash,” on New York’s West Side Highway. My first thought was: What an injustice. Bob Simon, who covered Vietnam, the Troubles in Ireland, the Gulf Wars, who was taken prisoner by Saddam Hussein —Bob should have left in the thick of it, in a war, dodging bullets. Nothing banal should have taken that soul away.

He was a bona fide and veteran foreign correspondent. I knew him at CBS, where I am now a contributor, a young man but already a person of stature, known for daring and judgment. He was different from the clichés of his job: He didn’t have movie-star looks or a polished baritone. But he had guts, flair, the mind of a reporter and a clear, clean writing style that, on inspection, was more than clear and clean.
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Bob Simon was 73. He was the real thing.

New York Times obit.  Bob Simon, ‘60 Minutes’ Correspondent, Dies at 73 in Manhattan Car Crash

Bob Simon, an award-winning CBS News correspondent whose career spanned nearly 50 years and many major international conflicts, was killed in a car crash in Manhattan on Wednesday. He was 73.
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Mr. Simon, who was in his 19th season as a correspondent for “60 Minutes,” won dozens of honors, including 27 Emmy Awards and four Peabody Awards, in a career that dated to the 1960s. He covered many significant news events during the course of that career and, as a war correspondent, was captured by Iraqi forces near the Saudi-Kuwait border during the opening days of the Persian Gulf war in January 1991. He wrote about that experience in his 1992 memoir, “40 Days.” The title referred to the length of his captivity.

Mr. Simon joined CBS News in 1967 as a reporter and assignment editor in New York, where he covered unrest on college campuses, urban riots and the Democratic and Republican National Conventions. He found his niche as a war reporter covering the Vietnam War.

He was based in Saigon and London from 1971 to 1977, and left Saigon on one of the last American helicopters out of the city in 1975, CBS reported. He also covered conflicts in Northern Ireland and Portugal, as well as American military actions in Grenada, Somalia and Haiti.

He was assigned to CBS’s Tel Aviv bureau from 1977 to 1981 and then moved to Washington, where he was the network’s State Department correspondent from 1981 to 1982. He returned to New York as a national correspondent and remained there until 1987, when he returned to Tel Aviv as the network’s chief Middle East correspondent.

Mr. Simon received a Peabody in 2000 for “a body of work by an outstanding international journalist on a diverse set of critical global issues,” and an Emmy for lifetime achievement in 2003, according to the CBS website. He became a full-time correspondent for “60 Minutes” in 2005.

 Bob Simon  LA Times

In January 1991, during the early days of the Persian Gulf War, Simon and three members of his CBS News crew were arrested and held captive for 40 days in Iraqi prisons. In "Forty Days," his book about the experience, Simon said the newsmen were interrogated, beaten with canes and truncheons and starved by their captors.

As his days in captivity stretched on, CBS News prepared an obituary for Simon. They handed it to him upon his return to the CBS newsroom, months after his release.

"It took me months before I could look at it," Simon said in an interview for a special "60 Minutes Overtime" feature.

In a 1992 interview with the Los Angeles Times, Simon called his capture “the most searing experience of my life.”

But it didn’t stop him from wanting to chase the next big story.
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At the age of 70, he took up motorcycle riding, CBS News said, often using it to get to the scene of breaking news quickly.
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Categories: Last Words, Obits, Eulogies and Epitaphs

Miscellany of strange and tragic deaths

Man who devoted his life to elephants tragically trampled to death by animal he spent over 30 years caring for
A man who devoted his life to retired circus elephants has been killed after being trampled by one of the mammals he loved so much.  Dr. James Laurita, 56, of Hope, Maine, was found dead at the Hope Foundation, the facility he co-founded that was dedicated to caring for elephants and educating the public about these animals, earlier today. He appeared to have fallen before one of the foundation's two Asian circus elephants, Rosie and Opal, who then apparently stepped on him.  The elephant was not aggressive in any way. It was clearly an accident,' Mark Belserene, administrator for the state medical examiner's office, told NBC.

Hunger Games stunt double plunged to his death as he tried to jump from balcony to balcony in hotel  Carlos Lopez IV, a 26 year-old Hollywood stuntman who worked on the latest Hunger Games movie has died after attempting to jump from his fourth-floor window to a veranda opposite his balcony at at the Goodnight Hostel in Lisbon.

In Carville, a town in the north of France, a 56-year-old man was driving with his 16-year-old daughter when he lost control at a sharp bend, went off the road and rolled into a ditch.  Both escaped with no major injuries and the husband telephoned the wife to come pick them up.  His 42-year-old wife lost control at the same sharp bend and ran over her husband,  killing him,  in front of their daughter.

Polish couple fall off cliff and die while taking selfies

A wine specialist, 25, was watching the wine fermenting process when she was overcome by fumes, lost her balance and tumbled into a giant vat of wine to her death

Florida teen trying to stop his drunk friend from driving grabbed on to the spoiler of his friend's high-performance car when the car slammed into a palm tree and he was killed.

Woman fatally shoots herself while adjusting bra holster

Girl, 9, dies; trapped in sandhole at Oregon beach The sand caved after the girl sat down in the hole to see how deep it was.

Lawyer, 42,  killed by train after crossing tracks 'wearing headphones and listening to music on her phone' in Minneapolis leaving behind a 14-year old son.

In Pennsylvania, A 15-year-old girl without a driver's license took her father's SUV without permission before crashing the vehicle, killing three teenage boys,

Boyfriend, 28, cycling across six states to propose to his girlfriend in Miami is stabbed to death by a homeless man during a snack stop at McDonald's in Vero Beach, Florida

Newlywed, whose husband proposed 18 days after their first date, dies in his arms after scuba diving accident on their honeymoon
Lindsey and John McFadden, from Minnesota, were scuba diving when something suddenly went horribly wrong. When Lindsey, who was 31 and an experienced diver, reached the surface she told her husband 'I feel sick'.  Those were her last words. The couple started out as friends because of their 20-year age gap and married just a month after they had their first date.  It was a tragic end to a slow-burning romance, one John describes as the 'best short story ever.'

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Categories: Death and Dying

Giving it all away

Final tour of duty: Terminally ill veteran on inspirational mission to give away ALL his possessions to fellow soldiers before he dies - including his house

 Bob Karlstand Vet Gives It All Away Veteran Bob Karlstand has only months to live.

The 65-year-old is battling colon cancer and terminal lung disease and fears he won’t make it to his next birthday.  But the former staff sergeant, from Maple Grove, Minnesota, has one final mission before he dies: to give away everything he owns, including his home of 38 years.  His only stipulation is that his home goes to a fellow veteran.

Mr Karlstrand, who retired from an insurance firm, never married or had children and is an only child.  So he has already given most of his belongings, including his furniture, photographs and letters he wrote to his mother – and has given his $1million retirement fund to the nursing school at his alma mater, the University of Minnesota.  He says he had people come into his home and take whatever they wanted.

‘In the end, it’s only material things,’ ….‘I’ve had a good life so I can’t complain at all,’ he said.

He has given the responsibility of finding new occupants for his home to Habitat for Humanity.  When Mr Karlstrand dies, they will refurbish the property, then find and help a veteran and his family move in.

Many people without living relatives will find themselves in this position.  Mr. Karlstrand's example of estate planning is a good one to follow

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Categories: Estate Planning and End of Life planning

“I remember! You smell the smells. You hear the sounds. You feel like you are back in time and place.”

Goodwill Worker Sifting Through Donations Makes Remarkable Find After Noticing It ‘Didn’t Belong’

What did she find? A series of love letters — all addressed to a woman named Rosie Hill.

The letters were written in 1973 by Hill’s now ex-husband as he served in the Vietnam War. The 64-year-old wasn’t even aware they existed. “I didn’t even know we had those,” she told the CBS Evening News.

The letters found Hill at the perfect time. She told the CBS Evening News that she is slowly losing her memories because of an unknown illness.  “It seems like a lot of my life is gone and I can’t find it,” she said.

However, as the 64-year-old reads the letters, she is flooded with former memories.

“I remember!” Hill exclaimed. “You smell the smells. You hear the sounds. You feel like you are back in time and place.”

 Lost Love Letters
YouTube link

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Categories: How to - Personal Legacy Archives

The Saddest Goodbye and Heirloom Portraits

Cradled in their parents' arms, the dying babies whose brief but love-filled lives are preserved forever in these poignant photographs

Cradling their newborns with their faces filled with love, these pictures capture heartbroken parents' final moments with their babies.  The images were taken by the organization Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, who say they create the treasured memories by sending photographers to meet devastated parents and their terminally ill babies in hospital.

The service has boomed in popularity since launching in the USA ten years ago and boasts 1,650 volunteers in 40 countries across the globe, who offer their services via the organization's website.  Describing their mission on their website, the organization  writes: 'Our mission is to introduce remembrance photography to parents suffering the loss of a baby with a free gift of professional portraiture.' The organization  trains, educates and organizes for professional photographers to provide what they describe as 'beautiful heirloom portraits' to families facing the untimely death of an infant.

 Portrait Parents Terminal Babies

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Categories: Art | Categories: Memory, Memorials

February 9, 2015

Psychedelic therapy for the dying

In The New Yorker, The Trip Treatment by Michael Pollan. Research into psychedelics, shut down for decades, is now yielding exciting results.

This might help explain why so many cancer patients in the trials reported that their fear of death had lifted or at least abated: they had stared directly at death and come to know something about it, in a kind of dress rehearsal. “A high-dose psychedelic experience is death practice,” Katherine MacLean, the former Hopkins psychologist, said. “You’re losing everything you know to be real, letting go of your ego and your body, and that process can feel like dying.” And yet you don’t die; in fact, some volunteers become convinced by the experience that consciousness may somehow survive the death of their bodies.
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How are we to judge the veracity of the insights gleaned during a psychedelic journey? It’s one thing to conclude that love is all that matters, but quite another to come away from a therapy convinced that “there is another reality” awaiting us after death, as one volunteer put it, or that there is more to the universe—and to consciousness—than a purely materialist world view would have us believe. Is psychedelic therapy simply foisting a comforting delusion on the sick and dying?….

Bill Richards cited William James, who suggested that we judge the mystical experience not by its veracity, which is unknowable, but by its fruits: does it turn someone’s life in a positive direction?…..

David Nichols, an emeritus professor of pharmacology at Purdue University—and a founder, in 1993, of the Heffter Research Institute, a key funder of psychedelic research—put the pragmatic case most baldly in a recent interview with Science: “If it gives them peace, if it helps people to die peacefully with their friends and their family at their side, I don’t care if it’s real or an illusion.”

Mettes was one man who had the psychedelic therapy, 17 months before his death

Oh God,” he said, “it all makes sense now, so simple and beautiful.”  Around noon, Mettes asked to take a break. “It was getting too intense,” he wrote. They helped him to the bathroom. “Even the germs were beautiful, as was everything in our world and universe.” Afterward, he was reluctant to “go back in.” He wrote, “The work was considerable but I loved the sense of adventure.” He put on his eye mask and headphones and lay back down.

“From here on, love was the only consideration. It was and is the only purpose. Love seemed to emanate from a single point of light. And it vibrated.” He wrote that “no sensation, no image of beauty, nothing during my time on earth has felt as pure and joyful and glorious as the height of this journey.”
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After the psilocybin session, Mettes spent his good days walking around the city. “He would walk everywhere, try every restaurant for lunch, and tell me about all these great places he’d discovered. But his good days got fewer and fewer.” In March, 2012, he stopped chemo. “He didn’t want to die,” she said. “But I think he just decided that this is not how he wanted to live.”

In April, his lungs failing, Mettes wound up back in the hospital. “He gathered everyone together and said goodbye, and explained that this is how he wanted to die. He had a very conscious death.”

Mettes’s equanimity exerted a powerful influence on everyone around him, Lisa said, and his room in the palliative-care unit at Mt. Sinai became a center of gravity. “Everyone, the nurses and the doctors, wanted to hang out in our room—they just didn’t want to leave. Patrick would talk and talk. He put out so much love.” When Tony Bossis visited Mettes the week before he died, he was struck by Mettes’s serenity. “He was consoling me. He said his biggest sadness was leaving his wife. But he was not afraid.”

Lisa took a picture of Patrick a few days before he died, and when it popped open on my screen it momentarily took my breath away: a gaunt man in a hospital gown, an oxygen clip in his nose, but with shining blue eyes and a broad smile.

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Despite the encouraging results from the N.Y.U. and Hopkins trials, much stands in the way of the routine use of psychedelic therapy. “We don’t die well in America,” Bossis recently said over lunch at a restaurant near the N.Y.U. medical center. “Ask people where they want to die, and they will tell you at home, with their loved ones. But most of us die in an I.C.U. The biggest taboo in American medicine is the conversation about death. To a doctor, it’s a defeat to let a patient go.” Bossis and several of his colleagues described the considerable difficulty they had recruiting patients from N.Y.U. ’s cancer center for the psilocybin trials. “I’m busy trying to keep my patients alive,” one oncologist told Gabrielle Agin-Liebes, the trial’s project manager. Only when reports of positive experiences began to filter back to the cancer center did nurses there—not doctors—begin to tell patients about the trial.
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Categories: Afterlife | Categories: Death and Dying | Categories: Good Death

Seneca on the Shortness of Life

Life without any chance of death is hardly worth living
Health breakthroughs seem like great news, but we all need mortality as motivation

From this week's Brainpickings'  15 worthy resolutions for 2015 from some of history's greatest minds comes these quotes from Seneca's On the Shortness of Life. Seneca writes:

It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death’s final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing. So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it... Life is long if you know how to use it.

To those who so squander their time, he offers an unambiguous admonition:

You are living as if destined to live for ever; your own frailty never occurs to you; you don’t notice how much time has already passed, but squander it as though you had a full and overflowing supply – though all the while that very day which you are devoting to somebody or something may be your last. You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire... How late it is to begin really to live just when life must end! How stupid to forget our mortality, and put off sensible plans to our fiftieth and sixtieth years, aiming to begin life from a point at which few have arrived!

The cure he prescribes is rather simple, yet far from easy to enact:

Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.
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Categories: Life Lessons | Categories: Wise men and women

February 5, 2015

Death cafes begun by "the man who carries death"

Take me to the death cafe  We are living longer and talking about our final days more—as a new movement shows

Bernard Crettaz, an eminent Swiss sociologist …A decade ago, not long after the death of his first wife Yvonne, Crettaz had come up with the idea of cafés mortels, informal gatherings where the sole topic of conversation was every living thing’s inevitable demise. After holding over a hundred of these cafés across Switzerland, he’d developed a certain renown. Looking a little mournful, he described how a local family who’d suffered a string of recent bereavements had turned away when they saw him walking towards them down the street. He had become “l’homme qui porte la mort,” he said, the man who carries death….

….. The only rule was that there was to be no prescription: no topic, no religion, no judgement. He wanted people to talk as openly on the subject as they could.
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Certainly, at every death café I’ve attended, the atmosphere was liberatingly light-hearted. My first was at Bill’s restaurant on Putney High Street. A group of five strangers sat round a small table and the conversation ranged: suicide, grief, good deaths and bad deaths, near-death experiences, faith, spirit, soul. My second was in a public library in Alexandra Palace. The gathering was larger and the participants mostly older, the topics more practical: living wills, funerals, end-of-life care, assisted dying, the Falconer bill. You could sense the palpable relief felt by some of the speakers as they voiced their desires for the kind of death they wanted, desires that their children shrank from hearing about or discussing. At last, here was a place where people didn’t mind you saying that you wanted a massive injection of morphine to tip you over the edge when you no longer knew your own name.

My third death café was in a Café Rouge in Hampstead, a monthly fixture organised by Josefine Speyer, founder of the Natural Death Movement. Her café has become so popular that she has to operate a waiting list, and on the cold December night I attended, the room was so full and boisterous that you had to boom your thoughts on loss and the afterlife over the din. Each café had its own distinct atmosphere, but they all shared the same thing: a sense of energy, something approaching glee, at being able to talk freely and honestly about death.

Well, you can't talk religion, but you can talk about faith, spirit and soul.

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Categories: Death and Dying

January 28, 2015

Seneca on the Shortness of Life

Life without any chance of death is hardly worth living
Health breakthroughs seem like great news, but we all need mortality as motivation

From this week's Brainpickings'  15 worthy resolutions for 2015 from some of history's greatest minds comes these quotes from Seneca's On the Shortness of Life. Seneca writes:

It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death’s final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing. So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it... Life is long if you know how to use it.

To those who so squander their time, he offers an unambiguous admonition:

You are living as if destined to live for ever; your own frailty never occurs to you; you don’t notice how much time has already passed, but squander it as though you had a full and overflowing supply – though all the while that very day which you are devoting to somebody or something may be your last. You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire... How late it is to begin really to live just when life must end! How stupid to forget our mortality, and put off sensible plans to our fiftieth and sixtieth years, aiming to begin life from a point at which few have arrived!

The cure he prescribes is rather simple, yet far from easy to enact:

Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.
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The Curse of Cromwell

When Oliver Cromwell died, a gilt copper plate was placed on his chest and the Lord Protector,  after a funeral of great pomp,  was buried in a vault in at Westminster Abbey.  But he didn't rest there long.

Believing that the death and execution of the king was necessary to end the English civil wars, he was one of the signatories of the death warrant for King Charles I who was executed on January 30, 1649.    Cromwell then invaded and conquered Ireland.  His actions against the Irish were near-genocidal.  In 4 years, 500,000 Irish men and women in Ireland were killed, a quarter of the civilian population. YouTube video: Cromwell, God's Executioner

The public practice of Catholicism was banned and Catholic priests were executed when captured.  Wikipedia: "All Catholic-owned land was confiscated under the Act for the Settlement of Ireland of 1652 and given to Scottish and English settlers, Parliament's financial creditors and Parliamentary soldiers. … Under the Commonwealth, Catholic landownership dropped from 60% of the total to just 8%…..Faced with the prospect of an Irish alliance with Charles II, Cromwell carried out a series of massacres to subdue the Irish. Then, once Cromwell had returned to England, the English Commissary, General Henry Ireton, adopted a deliberate policy of crop burning and starvation, which was responsible for the majority of an estimated 600,000 deaths out of a total Irish population of 1,400,000"…..

…Winston Churchill wrote in 1957:  ……upon all of these Cromwell's record was a lasting bane.  By an uncompleted process of terror, by an iniquitous land settlement, by the virtual proscription of the Catholic religion, by the bloody deeds already described, he cut new gulfs between the nations and the creeds. 'Hell or Connaught' were the terms he thrust upon the native inhabitants, and they for their part, across three hundred years, have used as their keenest expression of hatred 'The Curse of Cromwell on you.' … Upon all of us there still lies 'the curse of Cromwell'."

Cromwell l is still a figure of hatred in Ireland.  In 1997,  Taoiseach Bertie Ahern demanded that a portrait of Cromwell be removed from a room in the Houses of Parliament before he began talks with Tony Blair

After the execution of King Charles I,  political and religious revolutions racked Britain which became a joyless, kingless republic led by Oliver Cromwell, a puritan who declared himself Lord Protector.

Once Charles I's son was restored to the throne, on the 12th anniversary of the king's execution, Cromwell's body and 2 others were exhumed, the corpses dragged in their coffins to the  West London execution side of Tyburn…where the corpses were hung in chains for an hour, then taken down and beheaded.  The heads were placed on 20 foot spikes in front of Westminster Hall.

It was then that exhumer, James Norfolke, Serjeant-at-Arms to the Speaker of the House of Commons, who had been tasked with exhuming the regicides’ bodies. He helped himself to the plaque and it remained in his family for hundreds of years.

Cromwell's head remained on its spike for 30 years in front of Westminster Hall.

Oliver Cromwell's burial plate sells for $116, 719

Posted by Jill Fallon at 12:57 PM | Permalink
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70th anniversary of liberation of Auschwitz. Said one survivor "I could cry nonstop, even now" and another "You should never, never be a bystander!’

 70Years Return Auschwitz

70 years after they were liberated, Auschwitz survivors make their last pilgrimage to the infamous death camp.

When the original Auschwitz concentration camp could not cope with the slaughter expected of it, the Nazis created an even larger, industrial death plant and railway yard next door here at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Its pointed, red-brick watch tower, beneath which every cattle wagon hauled its tragic cargo to the end of the line and the ‘selection’ ramps, is now a global symbol of genocide.

Yesterday, it was the dramatic backdrop to the desperately poignant, emotionally-charged international ceremony marking the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz.
That event is now enshrined as Holocaust Memorial Day in honour not only of the 1.1 million Jews murdered here but of all six million Jews and five million others executed at all those synonyms for cruelty – Bergen-Belsen, Treblinka, Sobibor, Buchenwald…
….
Sitting in the front row were four British survivors, including a sprightly 84-year-old Hampstead grandmother who, until yesterday, had been unable to face coming back. Widowed earlier this month, she is profoundly glad she came.‘I felt such turmoil, such anger seeing this place again,’ Susan Pollack told me last night. ‘But this ceremony was so uplifting that it will be one of the defining memories of my life.’

In the summer of 1944, aged 13, she emerged, gasping for air, from a fetid cattle truck (in which several people had died) just yards from here only to be dragged away from the mother she would never see again. Stripped, shaved and housed ten to a bunk, Susan withdrew inside herself, spoke to no one and barely noticed when a random wave of an SS finger eventually sent her not to the gas chambers but a slave labour camp.
In early 1945, with the Allies approaching, her captors sent her on a ‘death march’, a merciless retreat through the snow, to a place which evokes memories every bit as terrifying as Auschwitz – the human abattoir of Bergen-Belsen.

By the time it was liberated by the British in April 1945, Susan was lying among the dead when a British medic spotted signs of life. He carefully carried the skeletal 14-year-old to his ambulance. ‘The very fact that this soldier was picking me up and holding me was an act of human kindness I have never got over. I still can’t,’ she says brightly.‘Someone actually caring for me again – it still brings out tears.’
--
Roman Kent survived the Lodz ghetto, Auschwitz and two slave camps to build a new life as a US businessman and author.
‘We do not want our past to be our children’s future,’ declared Roman Kent. ‘That is the key to my existence.’  …‘Six million Jews? They were not “lost”. They were murdered. Those that died did not “perish” but were murdered. By using sanitised words, we are helping the deniers.’
He concluded that he would like to add an eleventh commandment to the Old Testament list: ‘You should never, never be a bystander!’

One of the many haunting photographs

 2Elderly Holocaust Survivors

Holocaust survivors’ 70 years of trauma: ‘I could cry nonstop, even now’

Seven survivors' stories, 70 years on

Remembering the priests of Dachau and the roots of the restored diaconate
The priest prisoners were kept in cellblock 26, known as “Der Priesterblock.” For the imprisoned priests, this experience was transformative. While in Der Priesterblock, many of them began talking about how to renew the Church when the war was over. How could the Church better serve the world? One answer, they felt, would include bringing back an ancient order of service, the diaconate.

After the camp was liberated, the priests who survived returned to a Europe in ruins – a world desperately in need of evangelization, just as in the first century. Some of the priests formed what they called Deacon Circles of clergy and laity – circles of prayer, and service and charity. By the early 1960s, some of those priests from Dachau had become bishops. They attended the Second Vatican Council.

Wrestling With the Darkness of Man (On Auschwitz & Dietrich von Hildebrand)

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The Curse of Cromwell

When Oliver Cromwell died, a gilt copper plate was placed on his chest and the Lord Protector,  after a funeral of great pomp,  was buried in a vault in at Westminster Abbey.  But he didn't rest there long. 

Believing that the death and execution of the king was necessary to end the English civil wars, he was one of the signatories of the death warrant for King Charles I who was executed on January 30, 1649.    Cromwell then invaded and conquered Ireland.  His actions against the Irish were near-genocidal.  In 4 years, 500,000 Irish men and women in Ireland were killed, a quarter of the civilian population. 

YouTube video: Cromwell, God's Executioner

The public practice of Catholicism was banned and Catholic priests were executed when captured.  Wikipedia: "All Catholic-owned land was confiscated under the Act for the Settlement of Ireland of 1652 and given to Scottish and English settlers, Parliament's financial creditors and Parliamentary soldiers. … Under the Commonwealth, Catholic landownership dropped from 60% of the total to just 8%…..Faced with the prospect of an Irish alliance with Charles II, Cromwell carried out a series of massacres to subdue the Irish. Then, once Cromwell had returned to England, the English Commissary, General Henry Ireton, adopted a deliberate policy of crop burning and starvation, which was responsible for the majority of an estimated 600,000 deaths out of a total Irish population of 1,400,000"…..

…Winston Churchill wrote in 1957:  ……upon all of these Cromwell's record was a lasting bane.  By an uncompleted process of terror, by an iniquitous land settlement, by the virtual proscription of the Catholic religion, by the bloody deeds already described, he cut new gulfs between the nations and the creeds. 'Hell or Connaught' were the terms he thrust upon the native inhabitants, and they for their part, across three hundred years, have used as their keenest expression of hatred 'The Curse of Cromwell on you.' … Upon all of us there still lies 'the curse of Cromwell'."

Cromwell l is still a figure of hatred in Ireland.  In 1997,  Taoiseach Bertie Ahern demanded that a portrait of Cromwell be removed from a room in the Houses of Parliament before he began talks with Tony Blair

After the execution of King Charles I,  political and religious revolutions racked Britain which became a joyless, kingless republic led by Oliver Cromwell, a puritan who declared himself Lord Protector. 

Once Charles I's son was restored to the throne, on the 12th anniversary of the king's execution, Cromwell's body and 2 others were exhumed, the corpses dragged in their coffins to the  West London execution side of Tyburn…where the corpses were hung in chains for an hour, then taken down and beheaded.  The heads were placed on 20 foot spikes in front of Westminster Hall. 

It was then that exhumer, James Norfolke, Serjeant-at-Arms to the Speaker of the House of Commons, who had been tasked with exhuming the regicides’ bodies. He helped himself to the plaque and it remained in his family for hundreds of years.

Cromwell's head remained on its spike for 30 years in front of Westminster Hall.

Oliver Cromwell's burial plate sells for $116, 719

Posted by Jill Fallon at 1:08 AM | Permalink
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