From a spiritual perspective there are only two things in life that you can do with a bad situation, you can exercise effort to get to the other side of it and understand that the education inside of a challenge will turn to knowledge, giving you something that can go with you when you die. Or you can become a wimp. Not a hard choice is it? Not for me it isn’t. I might go cussing and screaming the whole way, but I’m not stupid, I know its good for me.

This is life, this is not the Other Side. You are not in Heaven so stop expecting it to be like you think heaven should be. Your not done living and until you are, there will be challenges and very few exceptions. There are wonderful times in life too but the best way to get in-touch with them and minimize your challenges and just become a better more content person all the way around is to be selfless.

Its not easy, but it doesn’t have to be as hard as most of us make it out to be. There are ways to live in this world and enjoy it at the same time but you must be willing to lose the feeling of being without. For as long as you walk around believing that you have the short end of the stick, you will be less likely to let go of anything at all out of fear that you will end up with nothing. Rubbish! Total rubbish! Remember Selflessness is the best equal opportunity employer out there. After all, if God’s using it why shouldn’t we?

The only Guarantee with suicide is that there will always be more questions than answers. When someone tries to cut life short because they thought the problems they were experiencing were more than they could handle, because they felt as though nothing could save them, I simply say that isn’t true. There is always a way out, and on top of that there are also ways to never go down that road in the first place.

My advise is a combination of my own lessons learned and those realizations passed on to me by individuals who I have relayed messages for from the Other Side. They are the people who have lived the tragedies we are talking about and they always bring something to the conversation that is very revealing and in common with others like them. That “something” is actually a realization that they spent their lives focusing on themselves, on their flaws and the flaws of others rather than giving of themselves selflessly to someone else.

The art of giving selflessly is one of the most healing, preventing, soothing, God-minded acts of positiveness than any person can ever do in their lifetime. I am going to stop right here to say that if you have never given of yourself without ever expecting anything back, then shame on you. Take responsibility for yourself and your lack of positive selfless behavior and thank God that your not in a worse place in your life than you might be in now. It is excusable to not be nice on certain days, Lord knows I have them too, but it is absolutely disgraceful when out of some 20, 40, 85 years of life someone has never been selfless.

Selfless behavior is the most fulfilling, boundless, timeless, angelic-like behavior capable by any human who walks this earth. There are NO excuses to not participate. Young, old, poor, rich, it doesn’t matter and I have always found that the people who need to master this magnificent natural extension of the soul, are the very people who have more problems than we could shake a stick at! Simply get off your rump and make it happen.

You see, it’s not rocket science to figure out that people who have suicidal thoughts are self consumed. Why is it that the medical and psychological communities always turn these peoples minds back towards the black hole that’s eating them alive in the first place? When you give, you heal. Period! People who are left in therapy for years to sulk in their own deficiencies are kept so far from living breathing examples of selfless health that I find it no wonder when 20 years later they are still in the same therapists office. Now, I have a friend who is a therapist and I cant wait to see what he’ll say after reading this! Of-course there are plenty of qualified therapists who execute amazing therapeutic strategies and accomplish healing and health for their clients and patience also. I am not in any way stating that all therapy is unhelpful. I am stating that some therapists do not guide their patients in the right direction, leaving them in the same vote they started in.

To continue following this discussion read the next post titled “The Selfless Life  3″.

I woke up this morning to a phone call and email informing me that one of my dearest friends has tried to commit suicide.

I thought this could wait but I realize now that I am going to address something I originally thought I would discuss sometime later in my blogging life; suicide and living a selfless life.

I was twenty-four years old when my father who at the age of 47 took his own life with a rope on a foggy night in September. I remember sleeping calmly through the night without interruption from my spirit guide or any of the other interruptions that so commonly take place during my sleep. I woke up to a beautiful morning but being a little sore from my Rheumatoid arthritis, I decided to go outside and sit in the hot-tub for a while to try and loosen up my stiff body. After one cycle the jets stopped and the water laid still. I opened up my eyes intending to push the start button again, except when I opened my eyes I found myself peering into the water. It took me about 3 seconds to make out what I was seeing, the flesh on the back of my hands was completely rotten. My hands resembled those of a corpse, dead for many years underground. I knew instantly that something was wrong, very wrong and I needed to figure out what was going on.

I immediately raised up out of the water, grabbed my towel and headed for the door. No more than having the door cracked open was the phone handed to me with a message that my step-mother was on the line and something was wrong with her. “Hello? Is everything alright? Hello?? Is anybody there?”  I only heard silence at first and then suddenly loud sobbing followed by the words: “it’s bad Jeremy, it’s very very bad.” I started reassuring her that whatever it was, we could get through it. I knew we would be fine. I also knew without anyone telling me that my father was dead.

What I saw in the water that morning was as blunt and hardcore a psychic sign as anyone could ever receive, death laid out right across your own body. People tell me I’m gifted, that I’m blessed, well… you tell me what kind of a blessing is it to have that kind of information shoved right down your throat? Trust me when I tell you, at times in my life and that was one of them, it feels more like a curse than a blessing. On top of that you feel like a failure as a psychic, not to mention as a son. I thought I should have known somehow, one way or another I should have been in-tune to what was going on in my fathers life. Instead, the night it happened I had friends over my house to watch movies and eat popcorn. The whole time my father was tying a rope around his neck and I knew nothing of it.

NOTE: I’m breaking up this post into several because I believe that I cant tell the story, explore the solutions, and explain my resolve in 500 words or less. So as I continue expanding on suicide and living a selfless life, (which I’ll get into deeply later), you can keep following this discussion by reading the next post titled “The Selfless Life  2″.

The title is actually referring to a goal of mine. Here, in what is slowly going to turn into a mass of blog posts, I want to always provide these three things in every post (or at least 90% of them).  These three things are “Something to use, Something to think about and Something to cherish.” A blog with a purpose is much better than one without. Its also easier to understand, rather than words which just mumble throughout the pages.

I want to talk to you about aspirations and desire but also about realizations and responsibility.

As a child, do you remember being told you could grow up to be anything you wanted to be? I do. I remember all the boys in the class said that they wanted to be astronauts and all the girls responded with veterinarian and teacher. I also remember sitting in my seat and suddenly feeling as though I couldn’t choose any of them. I knew that I was different. Right there in that little hard wood chair in the middle of the class, I couldn’t put it into words but I knew when I grew up my life wasn’t going to have anything to do with Astronauts or doctors.

The first thing I remember wanting to be was a priest. Yes, you heard correctly… a priest. I can still resonate to that sensation, that first feeling of being called to something. The sensation was so strong that I could have doubled over in my stomach. It was like being pressed up against from every angle. Don’t ask me how, but I knew, in a single moment that I was here for a reason. There was another part to that realization which didn’t hit me until many years later, the part about me being here really has very little to do with myself.

How is it that what’s behind us can heal and hurt at the same time? How do we finally guarantee ourselves that the life we are living is the one that we’re supposed to? The only guarantee in life comes from the moment you have right now. That moment is called opportunity and because you already have it, is the only reason why its a guarantee. In other words, there are no guarantees for anything you don’t already have. In reference to the past, well… its designed to work both ways. It is there to provide you with a moment, an opportunity, and yes, even a guarantee.

Figuring out who we are as individuals, as people of a common source, starts with a realization. Subtle or bold as realizations may be, they are there for a reason and provide us with a foundation unto which we can focus our desires. Acting on desire causes responsibility and responsibility is the what gives us something to see when we look into our past. The past is there to hurt, so we can learn and heal so we have strength for new responsibility in our future. This is the cycle of life and this is the cycle of EVERY life.

Being a psychic makes me no more gifted than anyone else, but what I do with those gifts does separate me from the crowd. At many times for good or for bad it has separated me from those I love and those I wish to help. Had I known that living this life was going to bring the challenges it has, I would have most likely chickened out. It’s my past which so heavily influences my future, the acting out of my desires which causes the responsibility that I learn from.

I believe that we all know who we are on the inside. If ever in doubt look to your past to find out. There it started with a desire and turned into a lesson. Many of us can even answer the questions about our destiny by looking at the patterns which exist behind us. As a psychic, that’s all I’m really doing for someone anyway, I’m experiencing a realization, a desire that burns inside of someone and then watching for the pattern to evolve.

So which part of this post is something to use and what part should be thought about? What if any could be cherished? I’ll leave that up to you. I cant answer everything now can I?

The first time you do something in life, anything at all really, it’s powerful and raw in the same moment. A puppy who hears its bark for the first time will usually freeze in absolute awe of itself. Seeing the ocean for the first time can be a wondrous experience. It was for me. I saw it for the first time in Key West Florida with my late father. I walked out into the ocean with my hands raised into the air, wading into the clear blue liquid as far as I could go. The sun was shining down on me as I stared at the fine line where the sky met the water. The first time you have sex is also very powerful. All the senses seem to be turned up a notch. You remember every smell, every sensation, even every thought. The heart races, the eyes are broad and in a single moment you surrender to being vulnerable and being loved.

There are many firsts in life and with me, right now, you are experiencing one of them. I have wanted to do this for some time and it seems that nothing more than simple procrastination has been holding me back. So here I am, in a way feeling a sense of power and vulnerability at the same time. Understanding just how this project will evolve is what’s going through my mind at this very moment. Ahh… Time will tell I’m sure.

I want to be very honest and those who know me intimately could tell you without a doubt, I am totally comfortable with honesty. I have a passion for answering the big questions about God, about Life, about Death. I love to talk about experiences and I am always honored when someone bestows trust in me when it comes to their personal life. I feel that after 31 years of living, although I’m not 90, I have experienced enough to be of value to others. I have come here to talk about my experiences and put some very personal matters on display for all to see, in hopes of creating a better future, a better understanding, perhaps even a better world.

It is true what they say about helping just one person: “You come into life and if you only help one person, just one at all, you have succeeded.” I believe in that statement. After all, I am just one person myself and even though I am but only 1, I am valuable and I believe that you are too. It is this sense of value that all souls should have. Not just being aware of its existence but making a continual effort to add to it, to help it grow. I feel the best way to do this is by learning about oneself. To dive in head first and discover the sensation of being an observer, a witness to experience, a witness to life.

People call me “The Dying Psychic”.  I help those who are nearing the end of their lives, comprehend the life they just lived so that the transition from this world to the next is easier and better understood. I am a psychic. I am also a brother and a son, a spouse and most importantly a friend. I am not a fake or an exaggeration of fantasy. I go beyond having a belief in something. I am the experiencer, not just the reader. I am a first hand witness to miracles, not just an entertainer of their possibility. I have been seen by some as a saint and others as a sinner. Some say I have been “chosen”, others say I am lucky. However, the truth be known, I am envious. I am envious of the same people who don’t believe in what I do. For they have had the choice in choosing what they believe, where as I… have not.

If you find yourself reaching for something that you cant see… If you find yourself being unsure why life is such a challenge… If you have a “knowing” inside of you but are unable to put your finger on it… Allow me to set into motion some of the most basic truths I have come to witness, and let me share them with you. That way, The First Time “You” See It… you’ll know.

~ Jeremy Mazak . The Dying Psychic