1995: The Death of My Grandfather and My First Spiritual Facilitation

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Looking back, this was my first experience with the death of a loved one. And the first time I’d held space, and conducted a spiritual ceremony (in my own way). My grandfather had passed. In some way, my grandfather’s death brought out the priestess in me

Why am I telling you this now? As I began to write an article on the New Moon, I realized that the last time we had one at 2 degrees Virgo was August 26, 1995, 19 years ago. It’s a good practice to look back to that time to see which cycles in your life you are repeating, but at a (hopefully) higher level of vibration. I looked back, and suddenly it all began to make sense…

So here we go…

My grandfather wasn’t a man given to displays of cuddly affection, but he adored me. We used to like watching boxing matches (the real kind) on TV and hanging out in each other’s presence.

My grandfather made me laugh. I remember asking him one day, when I was very little, as to why his hair was white and his skin was black. He explained that one time, he fell into the White Sea and came out completely White. He then fell into the Black Sea, but someone caught him by his hair, which was why it was white – but the rest of him was Black.

I remember sagely considering this explanation and nodding …..

He was the only other astrologer and palmist in my family. And also a lover of Super-Heroes.

In fact, my first word wasn’t amma (Mother) or appa (Father), it was Tata (Grandfather).

I suspect I inherited many of his traits and preferences.

In a time where I was traumatized by acts of hatred, prejudice and bigotry (on a daily basis at the school I went to – there was really no place else to go), he taught me the worth of ‘just being there’, the healing power of presence. I remember that he would cycle over to a ridge overlooking the play-area to check if I was okay during the recess hour.

Seeing that tall, dark figure made me feel safe – I remember him standing there with his cap, by his green bicycle. It was one of the few things that eased the worst of my pain, as did my mum’s courage in fighting for justice from the school board – but that’s a different story for another time.

A few days prior to his death, he’d called me to his room and read out his will. I didn’t really get what was going on. But I remember it happening. I remember his room and him reading out sums and people it was supposed to go to. It felt like a big secret he’d let me in on, but I wasn’t even sure what it was.

On the day that he died, I remember bursting to go to the loo and being dismayed at finding it locked. Little did I know that my grandfather was lying dead on the floor, separated by a single wooden door. A few hours later, the rest of my family got suspicious and mum broke down the door, to find him dead.

I wasn’t surprised. And oddly excited. I felt relief. In retrospect, it was probably the knowledge that he was finally released from a life that had carried so much struggle for him. But I didn’t understand my emotions then. I wondered why I didn’t cry, or scream, or miss him.

During his funeral, held a few days later (so that my aunt and uncle who lived abroad could attend), I was absolutely calm and strangely elated. Like a big weight had been lifted. I didn’t cry, I just felt happy and played with my cousins. I remember sitting on the silver swing we had, where my grandfather would sit and smoke his pipe (he could blow smoke bubbles). And I was laughing, smiling, like a princess entertaining her guests. It didn’t seem disrespectful. I know I was ‘holding court’ for some reason. And the energy was uplifting.

Not knowing why, I fasted (abstained from meat) for a week as a token of respect. I remember longingly looking at a can of stewed pork belly that everyone else was dishing out – It used to be one of my favorite meals (I don’t eat pork anymore- perhaps that’s why it’s been the dish that has been the hardest to let go of). I still remember sighing inwardly at that fruit salad I opted to have instead… ha!

It just felt important to do that. And for a few months afterwards, I’d periodically send a balloon and a note tied to it with a piece of string upwards. Till I didn’t feel the need to anymore. I visited a sacred site known as Batu Caves (limestone hills which house an old temple dedicated to Lord Murugan, here in Malaysia) for years afterwards as he was born nearby. He was named after the mountains, as Batu Malai (Stone Mountain) which he later changed.

In retrospect, his birth name fit him perfectly. He was stoic, but the kind of stoic that lets you know the world is fine. And all is well.

Thinking about it – I honored his death in a way that felt true to me and I know I facilitated the passage as best I could. Holding space, bringing in the vibration of joy and release. And it just happened. Spontaneously. You could call it my first public act of Priestessing. It would be a fair description.

It is somewhat ironic that my second spiritual officiation of any kind at a funeral was for the death of his son, my uncle. This was a lot more recent, in 2010. I officiated over the proceedings, ensured that the proper rituals were done, prayers were said and delivered the eulogy. Again, it just happened.

Something tells me one of my reasons for being here is to facilitate those transitions, at the very least, for my birth family. As a kindred soul pointed out, the path of the Psychopomp, amongst many others.

But there you have it. Nineteen years ago, in the shadow of the the Virgo New Moon – I did my job for the first time and began my spiritual vocation. Remember that Virgo is linked with health, healing, rituals, routines, service. I see her as the Archetype of Self-Sufficiency, that has enough and can still give to Others with Integrity. I see her as.. The Priestess.

This is my story, and to me – it all fits. Feel free to share your recollections or major turning points and new beginnings from August 1995 as you face the Virgo New Moon on August 25th, 2014. It’s a powerful one!

Blessings and Love to All,
Priestess Bairavee Balasubramaniam, PhD
www.bairaveebalasubramaniam.com

Image information: By Carole Raddato from FRANKFURT, Germany [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

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2 thoughts on “1995: The Death of My Grandfather and My First Spiritual Facilitation

  1. My grandfather was one of my mentors and heroes as well Bairavee. He was educated in Saudi and we really had a soul connection. I remember he came to me moments before his death and told me he was leaving. Then the phone rang with my mother announced that my grandfather had graduated onto the next stage of his life. I remember telling her ‘I know Mom…he just told me himself’. We were always and still are very close like that. Even today although the veil separates us, I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that my life is in holding onto his loving values. He was a lover of life and you could see it in his eyes. He loved everyone, including children who were not his own and this aspect of his unconditional Love moved my soul because I’ve seen so many people unconditional Love their own but not everyone can unconditionally Love children that are not their own. I remember when some of the children on his block were facing poverty stemming from dysfunctional families and homeless, He bought the 4 story building next door and took those who were homeless off the street and gave them a loving nurturing home. He was a father to all children, not just his own. He fed them and even paid for a few degrees for some would otherwise probably be dead today from street violence but he never bragged. Never. He was so humble. He is the reason why I feel fueled by unconditional Love.There was so much JOY at his funeral, people we didn’t even know cried about the positive changes he brought into their lives, there were so many people who he had lovingly impacted. The neighborhood he lived in was full of violence back in Chicago and he could have easily moved into a nicer neighborhood but he always said that he wanted to be where God needed him the most. He lived his whole life for others. So I FEEL your Love here too and can identify. Your grandfather has a great sense of humor and I also know he is still with you because you are such a uniquely beautiful soul! I’m so Thankful there are women like you in this world!

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    1. What a beautiful human being. And how he transformed the people around him. And you. *hugs* You too are such a beautiful being, and I am thankful that you shared this precious message with me ❤ *hugs*

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