Tu Rex Mortis

This post was originally shared on our Patreon page on Sep 10, 2024. We made mention of this post in Season 3 Episode 2 of Provident Vox, our podcast.

Today we’re going to write a bit about a certain subject…death and loss. Something that we all have to go through eventually. We’re not talking about your own death, but rather the death of those around you.

The other day, we were watching a survival show, and one of the contestants were ruminating about the subject of death and loss. This individual figured that (and we’re paraphrasing here) “you love them because of life, because of their life”. We disagree. We would rather say that you love them, even knowing that they (or at least their bodies) will die one day. That loving them is worth the pain of losing them…even though you are technically not “losing” them at all. They are just moving over into a different state of existence.

Losing someone, anyone you care deeply for and love, is not easy and it’s not supposed to be easy. We’re not only talking about people, but even animals, pets…anything that can be loved.

The pain and loss you feel is rather longing – you know that they will no longer be “here” and so you are awakened to the rest of your life with them not being “here” in the mundane sense. Yet, this does not mean that they have somehow ceased to exist entirely.

One of the first things that you must know about, as a practitioner, is that the world around you, the world of the mundane and the physical, is not all there is to existence. That this is but a mere passing breath, a dream within a dream. You may live for 70 odd years, or you may only live for a second – once you leave this world, regardless of how long or short your life was in mundane terms…it would feel as if it was a mere moment and an eternity at once. Time as we know it here in the physical world of the living, does not exist. What can be a mere moment in the world of the spiritual, can translate as a decade in the physical.

Nonetheless, eventually all things must die…or at least their bodies must die. This is inevitable, and something that must be accepted. Know that it will happen one day.

But then, as a practitioner, you must also know that death is not the end, and simply marks a new phase of “life”.

Your loved ones will still be your loved ones, even when gone. Nothing will change. The only difference is that they are simply no longer physical, that’s all. And this is where being a practitioner carries an unexpected bonus that most people do not have access to – you can reach through the veil and still speak to them, interact with them – as if they never left.

Religion has muddied the water of ancient spirituality, and in so doing, they have monopolized the afterlife through moral dichotomy. Either “heaven” or “hell”, or in some beliefs “purgatory”. That animals “do not have souls” and thus “have no afterlife”. The perceptions upon the hereafter have been corrupted due to religious cancer which leaves many people confused, scared, and skeptical due to those influences.

As some of you may know or may remember…a while ago we lost many of our feral cat colony we care for, as well as four of our own, to a disease. Something inevitable…a “cull” of nature. With each of our four own cats who passed from this, we held them as they died. Let us tell you a few things that you might not know…

We communicate with our cats, we speak to them (we discussed methods of doing so in our book “Little Gods”). Do you know what one of our cats said and did while dying? He was afraid that he was a disappointment to us, that he has been holding on so fucking hard, so as to not “disappoint” us. He was holding on not for himself…but for us, to make us proud of him. To show us that he still wants to be with us. But, he was tired. Tired and scared that he was disappointing us. We immediately set him straight – he could never be a disappointment to us, that we are so proud of him…and that, if holding on is proving too much, too hard…

…that he can let go.

He died he few minutes later.

We wailed and sobbed and swore at all the things in existence. But then, one of our cats, one who passed away a long time ago, appeared. She ascended, became more than a mere cat upon her death. She appeared, and right by her…was the little one who we just bid farewell to. They were both radiant…so radiant and so happy. We laughed and cried and celebrated…and mourned.

After this, within two days, we lost the other three as well. One was at peace, and knew that she will be with her brother who passed before her, so she was happy. One was holding on desperately, so desperately, even as his body was dying around him…he didn’t want to leave. And the last one was also holding on desperately…she was worried about her twin brother, what he will do without her.

After they all passed away, we did one of the things which we always warn people not to do – we made contact with them directly after their deaths. We always insist that this must not be done for various reasons – for the sake of both the living and the dead. But we’re fucking rebels. And we wanted to see our babies, where they were, if they are alright. So, we broke one of our rules, and went to them.

We found them, in a realm…a beautiful realm of ever-sunlight, ever-summer. The other cat, who acted as a psychopomp of her own accord, became a mother to them all, as they were all still kittens. They were all so happy…so happy. And they still are. We still visit them from time to time. Each time breaks us terribly…yet, at the same time, gives us such peace and joy.

In that place, we saw other cats as well that we do not know. A realm of cats.

Close by, we saw another part of that collective realm…a darker one. We’ve been there before. A twilight forest, where the cats are as big as lions…the realm of changed cats. We know someone there as well, one we visited before, a feral – the first feral we ever took care of and the reason why we started to take care of ferals in the first place. She was run over by a truck in the middle of the night. We found her there in that dark forest, a giant, angry and majestic cat. That forest is a dangerous place for humans to be…all those inhabitants fucking hate humanity as a whole, and we have encountered a number of their kind before – before they killed people for their deeds. Yet, it was not dangerous to us. We were not welcomed…yet, we were regarded.

Do you see?

We always like to say that the living grieves not for the dead, but for themselves as the living. We as the living live in, essentially, a one-dimensional world in comparison to those who live on the other side.

No one and nothing can stop death or even delay it. Believe us, we have tried many times before. Let us tell you a secret…

The only thing that you can ask for, for those you love and even for yourself – is a swift and painless death. Nothing more, nothing less. Death Itself will consider your request, as Death has done with us many, many times before.

We have ushered more animals and people into the beyond than we can count. Some with a screeching laugh of hatred and malice (indeed, these were people), and others with our very souls cracking under the weight of the sorrow. We have visited them where they reside – even on behalf of others. We have also communed with the dead – so…we’d like to think that we know a lil’ something about the dying, the dead and the realms of the dead.

So.

If we tell you that they will remember you, we mean it.

If we tell you that they’re going to be just fine, we mean it.

If we tell you that they know that you love them, we mean it.

If we tell you that you will see them again, we mean it.

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