Someone recently asked me where the soul goes when bodies are donated to science. What an interesting question! She shared the following story about her mother wanting to do just that. My new friend felt the soul her mother’s soul would get lost and not be able to find its way to the light. Being a curious person, I sat down to inquire about this. Here is what I learned. I come to the table with a shamanic perspective.
Many individuals do donate their bodies to science for all kinds of research. When I was in nursing school, we had cadavers in our Anatomy and Physiology class. These were people donated their bodies to science after they died. What a fascinating and reverent experience it was to see organs, nerves, muscles, fascia, tendons and ligaments inside the human body.
My instructor had the foresight to speak to the class before the cadavers were brought out. This is what he said, “These people lived lives just like you are living. We must be respectful for who they were and the gift they gave of themselves for you to learn from, after their death. I expect you to take this study seriously. No laughing, no making fun of things.”
We became reverent whenever the bodies were brought out. We spoke in hushed tones, learning what we could to become knowledgeable nurses. His words made an impression on me. Forty years later, the memory remains.
For the individual donating their body to science, they die first, before their body is donated. Their death, traumatic or peaceful, determines whether the soul leaves intact or is fragmented. Car accidents, murders, trauma filled transitions lead to soul fragmentation. Hence, the OR being full of soul parts, and souls looking for the opportunity to cross to the light or reunite with their soul self who remains in the body. Souls and soul parts will often gather in areas where other souls are.
When I participated in Brazilian White Table healing work. We would invite spirits who wanted to cross to the light to come to this address between 2 and 4 PM on such and such a date. The we would psychopomp the souls that came, across to the light. It was wonderful and satisfying to hear their stories and then help them to cross.
I can see that much of the work people do when approaching death is to review the events, relationships and conversations in order to complete their journey. One person whom I had the privilege of sitting with, went through hundreds or thousands of facial expressions over the course of hours. This was a man who prided himself on not feeling or expressing emotions. I mused as I sat with him, if he were trying to make up for lost time.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful, to have someone at the bedside, with the permission of the dying person, to go and gather the lost parts and reunite them with the soul, before it leaves the body, or as it leaves the body. Perhaps that is what the dying person is doing, as they wrap up this life. Maybe they are calling themselves home.