Steer it, life’s happening anyway.
For Grief and Loss needs, please email Dr. Becker at drb@dyingtolive1.com
Services
Suffering is part of life. Unnecessary suffering is a crime against the soul. This is the reason I offer my services. —Jaqueline
Regarding Death
I know the Pain of Death. My introduction to it began when I was six years old. In one form or another (Loss of so many dear ones, and myself any number of times) death has informed my entire life’s journey. Although it is hard to hear when you are in the throes of pain, the experience of death is one of the most valuable teaching guides for life. When you feel ready, I‘m happy to guide you through the hills, valleys, and pits.
All this to say:
- Yes, I do grief counseling.
- Yes, I help people cross-over.
- Yes, it is true that if you are about to, or you have a loved one about to, cross over, I offer a counselling session at no charge.
- Yes, if you have just recently lost a loved one, and it’s terribly hard for you, and your resources are limited, I will counsel you for a session at no charge. And yes, I slide my fees in general for those in need.
- This is not just a Covid-19 offer, I’ve been doing this for years so don’t worry that the offer will stop after the pandemic.
Further Thoughts On Death
Love is non-partisan—It’s here, tap into it. It’s light, ride it.
Death, like love and life, is non-partisan. It will tap you.
Moments can be a fraction of a second or a lifetime, they come and go. That’s what we get, moments-make them matter. Especially because your body-life is limited.
With fond memories of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross’s work, I got to thinking about Life, Love, Death, and Dying. And I have come to the conclusion that Dying is the ongoing condition of living; it doesn’t stop. Death, on the other hand, is the word for a certain type of moment. A transformational stop sign. How to proceed at those junctures, that’s how I assist you. From one-stop/go sign to another. WE follow your light. —Dr. J. H. Becker
From Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
—William Wadsworth
Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor’s sound!
We, in thought, will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that brings the philosophic mind.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that brings the philosophic mind.
Saddle me up, this is my ride, now and forever. —Dr. J. H. Becker
Steer it, life’s happening anyway.
For Grief and Loss needs, please email Dr. Becker at drb@dyingtolive1.com
