Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Death is not the end but a transformation to another life form’.
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Dear Elisabeth

On August 24, surrounded by family and friends, you finally journeyed home. At last, you are there where your soul so strongly longed to be, reunited with all the loved ones who went before you. You brought heaven to earth. You examined the process of dying right down to her roots, and gave it the place it deserves: a new beginning instead of the absolute end.
Despite all oppression, you stayed true to yourself. You spread the message of Life, by being present with countless dying people, by writing books and giving workshops.
You walked your talk and brought your message into practice every day. Even in those last years, in which you suffered a lot, you remained a beacon of hope and stayed closely connected to all those who had to submit themselves to the process of dying: children as well as adults.
Although your grandchild temporarily brought you back into life, your soul had already started its journey. Now it can finally rest in the eternal hunting fields.


True masters are not honoured during their lifetime. At times, your loneliness must have been indescribable. You vibrated on another frequency than most of us. As long as we don’t understand things, we try to deny or destroy it. You had to overcome incredible resistance in your life. Time after time again you stood up, sometimes from out of the deepest hell and started again. You had nothing to lose; they had already taken away everything from you. Except your dignity, you kept this up to the end.
Your ‘being’ made an essential difference here on earth. By your point of view you have influenced and touched millions of people. Willy-nilly you opened barricaded doors, and molded fixed ideas into springs of living water. You are a living example for many. Although I have never met you in the material sense of word, I feel very connected to you.

The cocoon died, the butterfly is alive. She spreads her wings and flies unboundedly and unlimited to high altitudes. It is a similar butterfly as the one you were astonished about at the end of the war in the camp of destruction called Maidanek.

My ode to you I wrote already during my vision-quest in Sweden:

Boundless courage

I would like to point out Elisabeth Kübler-Ross. To me she is a living and shining example of boundless courage, unconditional love, servitude and pure simplicity. In every respect she was a rebel and kicked down many hypocritical attitudes. She was very much loved by her patients, but despised by all those with fixed opinions. At the end, she lost everything. However, this did not stop her from getting up each time again from being a beacon of hope for dying children, adults and aids-patients. In all dignity, she took away the veils of illusion between the worlds of the living and the dying. She introduced the hospice into our western society. Her example encourages me to stand in my own dignity; to be in all simplicity a bridge between the world of feelings and the world of the intellect; between the visible and the invisible. And that is what I wish to be.

Elisabeth was at the age of twenty at the end of the second World War. She joined the international peace corps and helped with the reconstruction of Europe. It would be the preparation for her later work. She visited the destruction camp Maidanek in Poland. She walked through the carriages with women’s hair, glasses, jewelry and children’s shoes. She walked through the barracks and wondered how people spend their last days during these circumstances. To her surprise, she sees many butterflies carved into the walls. What came into people’s minds to draw butterflies under these circumstances? Many years later this mystery will be solved, when she starts to work with dying children. They draw butterflies time after time…

In this same Camp Maidanek, she learns the lesson of her life. While she, dismayed, inhales the smell of death, and wonders why in God’s name people are capable of such cruelty, a voice behind her says ‘Even you could be capable of that. There is a Hitler in every one of us’. She wants to protest but decides to listen to Golda’s story:
On a certain day Golda was the last one to get pushed into the gas chamber. As by a miracle it was full, they could not even close the door. They pushed her back out again. There was no time to grieve for her family, hatred kept her alive. She wanted to survive to tell the world of these atrocities. When the camp was liberated she had an enlightened experience. She realized that if she would use her life to sow the seed of hatred, she would not be any better than Hitler.

‘The only way we can find peace, is to leave the past in the past’, Golda said to Elisabeth. Elisabeth took this to heart and this wisdom stayed with her for the rest of her life.
from my book ‘The Power of Being.’

What we are in this earthly life is a present from God: what we make of it is the present we take back home for Him
– Elisabeth KR

Yasmin – in memory of my role model:
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross: 8th of July 1926 – 24th of August 2004