My Punk Rock Angel: A Case Study

How my own personal angel of death showed up when I was crossing the threshold…

Yours truly, the year 2023.

It was shit. No. Really.

Without getting into the dirty details my anxiety was at an all time high, I was in the process of a nasty divorce and I didn’t tell anyone, but I stopped eating. Not that good kind where you watch what you eat. My hair was falling out.

I’d isolated myself to the point of concern and spent every night in the bath listening to music and crying. (My Spotify all time listens is a punch in the face. I still listen lol)

I know.

BUT WAIT.

Act 2 is coming in hot …

You know how I’m always spouting out psychopomp talk, symbolic deaths etc. That’s what was happening. An identity I had for 20 years was dying. Remember when I said even though you want it, you still have to grieve it?

Anyways, I was doing reiki on a friend. I get mediumship impressions in my reiki - so I saw a “punk rock angel”. Seriously. Black jeans black jacket - black wings!! Cool as hell.

I thought he was there for her and carried on.

I did another reading, guess who showed up? Literally over the shoulder of the girl I was reading for. Hmmm…

Then. I went to a class where the teacher led us through a meditation to meet a spirit guide. When I opened the door, guess who was there? Mm hmm.

I told her. She goes oh that’s Archangel Azrael - a death angel, a psychopomp. She goes yeah he is sometimes described as a rock angel.

Ohhhh he’s been here for ME this whole time.

And then. I asked oh so like a death doula for the living? A man spoke up - “Kayla I swear to god my friend just texted me - she’s a death doula.”

So yeah.

He was there the whole time while I “died”. And once I crossed over, he was gone. Not in a sad I’ve left you kinda way. But like “okay babe you made it and I’m so proud of you.”

They are not coming for you. They are coming to you.

And it’s a beautiful thing.