SourcePoint Therapy, Death, and Re-Birthing

robert schrei energetic patterns print

riding the wave of the breath

becoming the breath

it is not mine

or yours or his or hers

or theirs

it belongs to everyone

and to no one

the great mother breath

breathes us into existence

holds us all

in her profound rhythm

all our lives

and then

when it is time

gently

fiercely

lovingly

breathes us back

into herself

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I’m sitting in the early morning emerging light of March 1^st, 2026, wondering -contemplating the topic I’ve chosen for this month’s post. Please accept the coming words as one person’s ongoing, constantly transforming, experience: a gentle exhalation of a single breath in a vast universe.

Once again, as always, I return to the theme of the fundamental Order, Balance, Harmony and Flow as I have experienced it over the years of working with the principles and practices of SourcePoint Therapy, always with Awareness of the breath, and with an ever-opening experience of universal Consciousness/Energy that is not separate from our individual Consciousness/Energy.

We are born, we live, we die, we are reborn. This is the universal rhythm of the entire universe of which we are a part. It’s unmistakable. It’s everywhere around us, and as I already said in last month’s post, why would we human beings be an exception to this universal rhythm?

With self-awareness we become, understandably, very attached to our individual selves, always with the fear of death hovering over us, the inevitability of it.

Every history of every culture in the world has its own view of death and how to relate to it, rituals to be performed. Ancient graves uncovered over time show this. Our current culture is in denial of death, as it is of aging. I’ve always had a fascination with death. I always had a sense of its presence. I grew up near the ocean. When we went to the beach I used to write my epitaph in the sand. Later, in my early teens I would spend time watching the second hand of a watch go around thinking- every minute I am getting closer to death. Children often are fascinated by death. And how do we respond? What do we tell them? I soon learned not to talk about it much.

Many years ago, in Sri Lanka, I attended my first two-week Vipassana Retreat. In the midst of lush green gardens, multi-colored flowering trees, a flowing river nearby, there was a brick path that one would walk in meditation, separate from the other winding pathways through the garden, and as one walked it back and forth, at one end there was a human skeleton. The bare bones of the fact of death.

I have sat with a few people only in their dying, but it has given me insights I will never forget. Once, with a friend, she was struggling, in her almost final moments, suspended between one breath and another. Suddenly I remembered the struggle of giving birth, how that is called labor, and I thought, she is laboring, laboring to let go, and what happens when she does, and I felt the mystery of death unfolding into rebirth, that perhaps it is our giving birth to our next self, a crest in the endless waves of consciousness.

This can sound so abstract. It isn’t. Again, when we tune into this fundamental rhythm, this Presence of an energy/consciousness larger than ourselves, and we feel it somatically, tangibly, practically, we begin to understand life and death a little differently.

But it doesn’t help much in a lot of ways. It’s not like we look forward to the giving up of, the letting go of, everything we’ve been. One day I’m not going to be Donna. It’s actually incomprehensible. Tears arise when I consider my loved ones, this beloved life in this beloved world, what does it mean anyway, after all, all the insights and understandings, to actually… die. In reflecting on death there’s the fact of grief. It arises as we age, the grieving of the passing of time, and where it leads, and it is inevitable for those left behind. And what if grief is essential to being human, and what if its opposite, joy, is also essential, both the natural human response to the natural rhythm of all that is? And so we express both, and honor both. What if I can profoundly honor this process of endless Transformation and see it as a continuous Becoming, not divided up by beginnings and endings?

Source, Grounding, Activation, Transformation. These four powerful words take on new meaning when we consider them specifically in the light of death and dying. We arise from Source, we are Grounded, literally in this body, in this precious life, this form, we are Activated, we live, and then we are Transformed, into what we do not know or cannot say, but these four words express a process, a constant state of Becoming.

Transformation returns us to Source, and then again to Grounding, and so on. The Flow of Transformation is never-ending, beyond time and space, encompassing time and space, beyond words.

In working with the SourcePoint mandala, the symbol of the Golden Egg emerges when we connect the Diamond Points as an oval rather than a Diamond. Remember the patterns of mandala and symbol are not abstract images, these patterns are imbued with the energy of Source, with the vibration of Order, Balance, Harmony and Flow, the Blueprint of Health for the human being.

The manifestation of the points as Diamond and Golden Egg has deep meaning. To state the mystery of it in inadequate words, we can see that from universal Source (the Diamond) arises continuously the embryo, the individual being (the Golden Egg). Source gives birth continuously to life. And there is no life without death. What we call the Blueprint of Health for the human being, that brings us life in this form, includes the inevitable experience of ill-health and death, the continuous process of Transformation in alignment with the universal Order.

We are subject to the fundamental rhythm of creation, the same rhythm that brings us night and day, spring, summer, winter and fall, light and dark, inhalation and exhalation. Stars are born and die, galaxies appear and disappear, and so do we.

Recently a SourcePoint Therapy practitioner shared with me her experience of accompanying her ninety-four year old grandfather in his dying, with SourcePoint. She frequently held the Diamond Points for him, visualizing and experiencing them as the Golden Egg. He always told her after how much lighter he felt. The family was present and one day she asked her family if they could all hold hands around him as she did the Golden Egg. They did, holding him literally in that Golden Egg of light. And from then on her mother asked if they could do the Golden Egg with her.

This story moved me deeply. That’s how I would want to die!

And the thought arose, what if I begin now to think of dying as rebirthing?

The Golden Egg is about birthing, nourishing, supporting life.

It’s about continuous emergence, birthing and re-birthing.

What if from this very moment I am not heading toward dying, but rebirthing?

I will leave myself – and you – with that question as I come to the close of this very minimal exploration of a mystery so vast words alone can never explain it.

May all beings be happy, peaceful and free of suffering.

(A footnote for these times: As human beings, over centuries and even millennia we have become separated from the Source of our being, the Ground of our being, and the forces of greed, anger and ignorance in the human mind have become stronger. Looking back on our history we see the power of those forces. Looking around in the present we see the results of that separation, and the power of those forces. Not all death is in alignment with the fundamental rhythm of the universe. There is such a phenomena as senseless death. Unnecessary pain, injury, suffering and death. In such circumstances it’s more important than ever to re-establish our connection, our understanding of this natural, fundamental rhythm, to remember that we as human beings are not the center of the universe. The natural Order will assert itself. It already is. That’s another post. )

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oh great mother Awareness

you are the breath

the blood

the pulse

of my being

my expansion

my contraction

my living

my dying

you

hold

everything

in your embrace

unconditionally

you

are the tenderness

the caress

the tears

the laughter and the sorrow

you are my sustenance

oh great mother Awareness

you

give birth to me

every moment

every day

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