
Death As An Ally
by Tom Dunphy

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As most of you know, I have been living since
September with the knowledge that I have cancerous tumors in my colon and liver.
This became a wake-up call for me that my body and personality were, indeed,
mortal and that I could die soon. I also knew that miracles can happen and that I
needed to stay open to this possibility.
I am still open to the possibility of a miracle and I just found out that the tumors are growing and are not responding to my present therapy. Once again, I feel the presence of death waiting for me and talking to me, reminding me that I have no idea how long I will live but that I must live as if I don't have much time. One of the first things whispered to me this time was, "Write about what I am teaching you and share it with your friends. These are good teachings, whether you live one more day or 40 years." So I will share with you the highlights of what I am learning from the pre-sence of death in hopes that they will somehow touch you and change your life as they have changed mine.
The second example is more personal but I feel I need to be vulnerable and share the truth with you. When I found I had cancer and would need a colostomy, I felt certain I would never again feel the warmth and tenderness of a woman by my side in bed. Never again be mated. Even though I saw this as an impossible goal, I still said my prayer to the Mother and surrendered. I now have the companionship of Diane and the relationship I have prayed for over many years. (Ed note: see Chalice of the Sacred Feminine in this issue.)
Each moment is precious. Take in the fullness of it.
As this process continues and more is revealed to me, I will share the information with you. In the meantime, know that I hold all of you in my heart and that I am still overwhelmed by the love and support that come to me daily through our circle of love.
by Diane Soash On a recent journey to Kauai with our brother Tomas Dunphy, I found myself in an environment where I was given abundant opportunity to "walk my talk." The question was constantly before me: "How deeply, consistently and lovingly can I allow the Goddess/Priestess energy to flow vibrantly through me?" She emerged slowly and gently within. Her whispers in my heart felt like intuitive knowing. Each morning, Tomas and I rose before dawn to witness the grand spectacle of Father Sun rising over Grandmother Ocean. As the dawn ecstatically unfolded, I would pray to receive the inspiration this new day offered. One morning, the rays of the sun emerged from behind the clouds in a huge crown of golden light. As I turned to Tomas, I saw reflected in his soul a King! I was startled to see this, for I had never before connected his soul with royalty; once seen, however, it fit him like an old cloak.
It was clear to me in that moment that the
crown of light was for him; this day was to honor the King within Tomas. The
"talk" of my intuition suggested further that this was the day for us to go the
Birthing Stone at the sacred heiau (ancient ceremonial site) at Ke'e Beach, where
the ancient Hawaiian royalty gave birth. We set out at once.
A tremor of wonderment flowed through me, for here
was a Hawaiian asking me where her people's sacred shine was. It was as if we had
changed positions on the Rainbow Bridge. I pointed behind her and watched as she
climbed the cliff, placed a beautiful offering of papaya, sugar cane and ginger
flower wrapped in banana leaves, said a short prayer and ran off. Tomas was standing on the Birthing Stone, facing the ocean. Arching over him was a full rainbow, rising out of the ocean and returning to the ocean. Tomas was directly in the center, raising his staff in prayer. I repeated my prayer: that his prayers be answered. Later, I learned that his prayer was for his cancer to be taken from him. I know it will be a miracle if our prayers are answered. With the magical beauty of the full rainbow, though, it is easy to believe that, in that moment, the Gods and Goddesses at least heard our prayers. (I later read the legend that, at this heiau, Pele's lover was brought back to life, sliding to earth on a rainbow!) The challenge of walking my talk with a companion who is facing his death is a tremendous test of my strength, love, compassion and insight. It feels like a story of mythic proportions.
One huge part of the
story is about the alchemy that occurs when the Priestess and There are many great teachings in this simultaneously ecstatic and tragic experience. Other "talk" that I "walk" in the face of the death of a lover/friend include:
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