There’s a lot of death these days. No, not the physical death. That’s arriving at some point for all of us. Physical death is constant — a sure thing and like all of life’s cycles on this beautiful planet.

No, I’m referring to a spiritual death. People are losing their souls to the ego to the tender parts of themselves they’ve numbed with everything from downing social media or drowning themselves in the rabbit holes of comparison.

Look, we all do it. We all have an ego. We all spend moments in this precious life Edging God Out (thank you Wayne Dyer). When the pain gets to be too much, we instinctively push it away, deny its presence, rationalize it away. We buy, gamble, watch porn, hashtag until our eyes burn from the blue light drilling a fresh migraine into our skulls.

But at some point, the ego’s armor starts to fall away. The whisper: “You’re off track,” grows louder. 

Right now, the Higher Self knows right from wrong. And the chasm between those who heed their soul’s whisper is growing wider. Fear on one side, Faith on the other. The disparity is stark, maddening as life’s pace ever-quickens.

Humanity is standing on that cliff: the space between authenticity and arrogance, between kindness and cruelty, between self-effacement and self-reflection.

Death is all around me these days. This spiritual death carries the stench of denial. 

Watching those I love fall prey to their ego, to being right over being kind is a bit like mourning. There is a great, palpable grief I feel for those who are encased in the false promise of blame and the temporary relief their denial and control grants them.

The Good News

Whether you are clinging to the cliff of Fear or Love, the spiritual death arrives with good news: transformation and transcendence is on its way.

For those steeped in Fear, they will roll their eyes at my words. Humor is often a way to deny our pain. Their soul will only grow louder, wreaking havoc on their peace until they have no choice but to surrender — even if this means a physical death.

The choice to remain or go to Love can feel like a white knuckle clinging these days. I encourage you to keep clinging. Do not trust the illusion of Fears’ family: blame, control, and manipulation. They are weapons meant to take you down and join them. There’s a reason the aphorism, “Misery loves company” exists. Don’t join their company. Take long walks and deep breaths. 

Hope ironically arrived when I chose to no longer have hope that the fear-based loved ones in my life would ever change. 

Before, Hope caused me to outstretch my arms to Fear only to be hurled stones of Manipulation and Blame.

I’m residing fully in Love now and no longer accepting the breadcrumbs of Fear’s cubic zirconia of love. 

Am I in pain? Of course. Mourning? Absolutely. 

But with mourning, your wounds can start to heal. With death, there is now space to heal and grow.

Freedom is agency within — regardless of what the world is doing without.

Know you are on the right path when you align with the whispers of your Highest Self. The spiritual dying of others often causes many a figurative death rattle of blame and an attempt to shame and diminish you.

Their anger is more proof that they prefer to lash out rather than explore the pain in their heart.

Allow the spiritual death of what could never be in your relationship with those steeped in Fear. You’ll notice the white-knuckling to remain in Love will dissipate and, over time (with heaps of self-compassion), you will be standing with both feet in Love, far away from its edge.