In May of ’68, I was less than 20 years old. Out of the blue, my mother asked me
“When the time comes, will you help me die quickly and without pain?”
I didn’t know that 50 years later I would keep my promise during another revolt: the yellow vest uprising.
She and I knew that, out of her five children, I was the one she could talk to.
I was a “Raelian” in the making.
At that time, I wasn’t thinking about death.
Rael hadn’t yet said: “We never chose to be born, but we can choose to die.” Rael – The Maitreya, p.195
Over the years, Rael’s words have permeated my cells, my thoughts, and my way of life.
I never wondered how I was going to help my mother die. Science did it for me.
Short of medically assisting her death, a process still forbidden in France, she was allowed appeasement with a sedative. This only because her five children agreed to sign the proper documents.
When the time came, alone with her, I held her hand. We stayed like that without talking. I owed it to her to stay calm, without fear. In my head, I entered a void, I felt soaked with golden light, and I know I was humming.
“Infinity is love. The best way to feel Infinity is to feel now.” Rael – Contact 393
She died serenely 3 days later.
Never having been able to choose between various religions, at her request, I organized a Buddhist ceremony for her with Tibetan songs and mantras, a moment filled with religiosity. My sisters took charge of a ceremony at the catholic church, with songs and testimonies, without a priest or sermon. She didn’t want any of that.
To be Raelian also means respecting the religion of others.
Bon voyage to infinity, mom.
Raelian Church Columnist