FFL, thanks for the condolences. They have come from around the FFL world. 
 Gertie came to meditation later in her life.  She was a life long social 
activist whose admonition to her spiritual practitioner children was, “..why 
can’t you just be good Democrats?”  
 

 But she learned to meditate and then met Ammachi and the two changed her 
spiritual life.  She moved to meditating Fairfield late in life and was a 
contributing member to communal Fairfield bringing her bright good light 
everywhere she went. 
 Family and friends have cremated her body.  There is a memorial service this 
weekend.
 

 I am working up this song to sing with a harmony group of transcendental 
meditationists here in Fairfield, Iowa at the memorial tomorrow:
 

  Holly Springs
 There is a house not made with hands,
 Eternal, and on high;
 And here my spirit, waiting stands,
 Till God shall bid it fly.
 

 Chorus:
 

 I long to see my friends again
 And hear them sweetly say;
 Come, weary dove, here is thy home,
 Then fold thy wings and stay.
 

 Shortly this prison of my clay
 Must be dissolved and fall;
 Then, Oh my soul, with joy obey
 Thy heav’nly Father’s call.
 

 (Chorus)
 I long to see my friends again
 And hear them sweetly say;
 Come, weary dove, here is thy home,
 Then fold thy wings and stay.
 -Isaac Watts 1709
 

 //
 Dear Ones
 My precious mother[in-law], Gertie has passed into the Life Eternal.  Sweetly, 
and without any struggle at about 4:50am this morning.  Thank you for your 
prayers and best wishes.  I know she left on a tsunami of Love!
  
 Love and all blessings, 
 

 Ah, that final release. I remember feeling, not sorrow, but great relief when 
both of my parents were free of their ailing bodies. I am not sure which is 
harder - the labors of being born or the labors of dying.
 


---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelfleba...@yahoo.com> wrote :

 
 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <steve.sundur@...> wrote :

 At least you get something to eat shortly after being born. But, I guess you 
get relieved of your indigestion when you die.  Probably balances out.  (-:
 

 Living life in a body ain't easy. There's always something waiting to go 
wrong. Luckily, indigestion is not one of those things for me.
 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelflebater@...> wrote :
 
 

 Ah, that final release. I remember feeling, not sorrow, but great relief when 
both of my parents were free of their ailing bodies. I am not sure which is 
harder - the labors of being born or the labors of dying.
 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <dhamiltony2k5@...> wrote :

 An aspect of her has been out visiting family members the last few days.  
Pulse now ‘thready’. Heart rate up. Breath measured and drawn.  
 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelflebater@...> wrote :

 
 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <dhamiltony2k5@...> wrote :

 Still in the body on the planet. Pulse, thread-like this morning.
 Breath, gasping.    
 

 I wonder what her experience is right now? We, as the living, would have a 
much different experience than her, watching her, grieving her or simply just 
waiting for that death moment. 
 

 When my father died at home from esophageal cancer and he had made the 
decision to have his feeding tube removed it took about three days for him to 
die. Eventually he went into a coma (a combination of starvation and opiates) 
and quite soon after that, died. But his body did continue to function up to 
that point, as if its great mission was to keep the cells fed with oxygen so 
that the heart could keep pumping and thus the machine would keep working. I 
think it would be so much better if we could simply put our attention on the 
body ceasing its labors and we could stop the machine and simply move on to 
whatever might, or might not, come next.
 

 ..Remember, our mortal state;
 How frail our lives! how short the date!
 Where is the man that draws his breath,
 Safe from disease, secure from death?
 While we see whole nations die,
 Our flesh and sense repine and cry;
 Must death forever rage and reign?
 Or hast The Unified Field
  made mankind in vain?
 

 


 
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <emily.mae50@...> wrote :

 146 Hallelujah - First Ireland Sacred Harp Convention, 2011 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hTYb1WZ9Uo 
 
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hTYb1WZ9Uo
 
 146 Hallelujah - First Ireland Sacred Harp Convention, 2... 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hTYb1WZ9Uo 146 Hallelujah, led by Morgan 
Cavanagh at the first Ireland Sacred Harp convention, March 5th & 6th, 2011 
Recordings by John Hough and studen...


 
 View on www.youtube.com https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hTYb1WZ9Uo 
 Preview by Yahoo 
 

  

 

---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <dhamiltony2k5@...> wrote :

 noun: intense or violent pain and struggle, especially accompanying birth, 
death, or great change.
 

 "he convulsed in his death throes"
 synonyms:
 agony 
https://www.google.com/search?espv=2&biw=1092&bih=631&q=define+agony&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiboPmRkdjMAhXKpYMKHVPFDFgQ_SoIHjAA,
 pain 
https://www.google.com/search?espv=2&biw=1092&bih=631&q=define+pain&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiboPmRkdjMAhXKpYMKHVPFDFgQ_SoIHzAA,
 pangs, spasms, torment 
https://www.google.com/search?espv=2&biw=1092&bih=631&q=define+torment&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiboPmRkdjMAhXKpYMKHVPFDFgQ_SoIIDAA,
 suffering 
https://www.google.com/search?espv=2&biw=1092&bih=631&q=define+suffering&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiboPmRkdjMAhXKpYMKHVPFDFgQ_SoIITAA,
 torture 
https://www.google.com/search?espv=2&biw=1092&bih=631&q=define+torture&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiboPmRkdjMAhXKpYMKHVPFDFgQ_SoIIjAA;
 literary travail 
https://www.google.com/search?espv=2&biw=1092&bih=631&q=define+travail&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiboPmRkdjMAhXKpYMKHVPFDFgQ_SoIJDAA
 
 "the throes of childbirth"
 

 The last few days I been sitting with my mother-in-law with her as she is 
dying and is very much in the throes of death.

 A type of a saint, she is a totally good and effective person in life the kind 
of person who always brings good to and out of people everywhere she goes.  She 
is the kind of person Ollie points to here as a cultivated person by virtue of 
how it is expressed in life.  A life well lived.  
 

 She recently turned a robust 96 and just a little while ago had some small 
strokes or bleeds in her head that sent her through to hospital emergency rooms 
and thence neurology but was able to return home to her assisted living 
quarters.  Small bleeds continued and she declined to a level where hospice was 
engaged for her.  
 

 She is down to the end and it is not easy at all.  Head, joints, muscle 
strictures, eyes everything.   She is in the throes of death.  Thank the 
Unified Field for morphine and such.  
 

 
 Is interesting to see how a public concern now over abuse of prescription 
narcotics has complicated the use of drugs to mitigate extreme pain.  Pain 
receptors and balancing preserving a conscious life, physiological life, a 
comfort without suffering, and yet not intentionally over-dosing, until finally 
the heart stops its work.  "Thy last expiring agony,
 Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.
 

  Her work is not over yet tonight.  Maybe tomorrow.  
 

   And let this feeble body fail,
 And let it faint or die;
 My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
 And soar to worlds on high,
 

 



















  

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