The most profound experience I have had with death took place at a Samhain ritual two years ago. As rituals go, I can’t share a lot of details (rules and all that). I can say that involved calling a couple of deities connected to death, and inviting them into me. It ended up being a dreamy, surreal experience. The idea was to learn from death and death related deities – a kind of “death is not the end” lesson. What I ended up with was a very long (or very short) night watching events unfold filtered through Their eyes.
The ritual progressed as expected. It felt good, a lot of energy – a lot of processing of my respective goals. My partner in all things witchy and I decided, as the ritual wrapped up early enough – and it was Halloween season – to hit the dance club. Things stayed hazy – admittedly, there had been some imbibing, but not enough to last all night. Certainly not enough to last the 30 minute drive into the city. I was brave that night. I was strong that night. The social interactions, which would have terrified an introvert like me, were nonexistent. I was bold and free. I did not learn that death is not the end – I learned how to live.
Sometimes I believe that I was ridden by the gods that night, that they possessed me, only leaving sometime in the early morning – but only sometimes.
It remains one of the most profound ritual experiences I have ever had. I haven’t repeated the ritual, and I know that it is not a ritual that I will ever take lightly.