The following conversation took place in 2007 between my mother and me, three years after she died.
Irene: I'd like to share another experience with you that's been resolved and healed.
Beba: I'd like to hear about it.
Irene: As part of a Spiritual Psychology self-counseling session, I revisited an experience I had when I was seven.
We had just moved into the new house on…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on July 18, 2017 at 11:30am — No Comments
The following conversation took place in 2007 between my mother and me, three years after she died. It's an excerpt from my book, Conversations with Jerry . . . and Other People I Thought Were Dead: Seven compelling dialogues that will transform the way you think about dying and living.
Irene: I'd like to share another experience with you that I've resolved and healed.
Beba: I'd like to hear about it.
Added by Irene Kendig on June 25, 2017 at 10:34am — No Comments
It was an honor to be among the twenty-four speakers chosen to present at TEDx Charlottesville Open Mic Night on October 13, 2014. With four minutes to share, here's what I said:
"Death. It's inevitable. There's not a single person in this theater or on this planet who isn't going to die. We all assume this to be true. But, what if it's not?
My exploration of death officially began in October 2006 when…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on October 17, 2014 at 3:30pm — No Comments
My story begins as a little girl. I was brought into my Mother and Father's bed by my Father for him to ''mess around'' with me. I was probably 3 as I was able to talk sentences and ''tell on Daddy''. This behavior continued until I was 16 years of age. My Mother knew about this behavior and there were always HUGE fights and after the fight I would get beaten for opening my mouth. I had the…Continue
Added by Donna R. Erlandson on February 4, 2011 at 8:48pm — 1 Comment
The wave of media attention surrounding the recent rash of teen suicides due to bullying may be disguising something equally important: the impact of the suicide on surviving loved ones.…
Added by Irene Kendig on October 28, 2010 at 7:30am — No Comments
I remember the moment I committed to a life of joy. It was when Jerry, of Conversations with Jerry and Other People I Thought Were Dead, says that, in the spirit world, he flows from one joyous experience to the next, guided by wisdom. I was inspired to do the same in the physical world.
While not an easy path, a life of joy is certainly a worthy one. I've had to give up complaining, which has resulted in more energy and better health. Rather than indulging in…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on January 26, 2010 at 11:00am — 1 Comment
I've discovered the ultimate freedom.
No, it's not the freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want—although that's what I believed when I was younger. I'm in my sixties now, and the upside of growing older is growing wiser.
Let me take you back to September 2005, when I spent two weeks holding and caring for babies at a Romanian orphanage as part of a Global Volunteer Program. I cared for eight infants, newborn through nine months of age. In service…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on December 12, 2009 at 9:30pm — 1 Comment
I was talking with a man recently who’d been caring for his dying father.
"I left him to take care of some personal business,” he said. "I knew I shouldn’t have gone because something
inside told me not to go. But, I didn’t listen. My father died while I was gone."
Regret. The word originates from Old French— regreter, which means "bewail (the dead), feel sad, repentant, or
disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, esp. a…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on February 24, 2009 at 2:00pm — 8 Comments
In this post, I'll use my experience with Ringo (see Part 1), to demonstrate self forgiveness, a powerful tool in service to inner healing.
As mentioned in Part 1, I was fifteen years old when my dog Ringo was hit by a car. As I ran to his side, he acknowledged my presence with one last wag of his tail . . . and then he died. I was devastated. I blamed myself for his death. I also blamed my mom, who was at work. I believed that, if she'd been home, this never would have…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on February 5, 2009 at 2:30pm — 4 Comments
I was reflecting recently on my dog Ringo, who died after being hit by a car. I was fifteen. As I ran to his side, he acknowledged my presence with one last wag of his tail. I was devastated. I blamed myself for his death. I also blamed my mom, who was at work. I believed that, if she'd been home, this never would have happened. I thought Ringo shouldn't have died when he did.
Truth be told, I don't know why I'm here or what circumstances will best support my learning. And, if…Continue
Added by Irene Kendig on February 5, 2009 at 2:00pm — 9 Comments
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