Our Native American ancestors had a viable answer to death with dignity and without pain. No harm to others or suffering to anyone. They were a culture of respect and thankfulness to one's environment, one's tribe and to one's family.

A baby boy was born into the tribe and he was raised to become brave, hunting and protecting his family and the rest of the tribe. He spent his life respectful of the land and the animals he hunted. He thanked the buffalo for giving its life so that he may eat and use its fur for clothing and shelter.

There came a time when he could no longer keep up with the tribe, and he could no longer hunt. He no longer gave value to his family and was becoming a burden to them. It was time to make a decision to ascend to the Great Spirit in the Sky.

He had been taught that when a person dies they take two more lives with them unless they make the journey alone.

He had been taught by his elders that there is an honorable way to cross over to the other side with dignity. He will take his final walk and leave his family in the hands of his sons whom he has raised in the ways of his tribe.

He prepares for his final journey and heads out into the high country in search of the big pine tree that is strong and full of energy. He has been a friend to the pine tree all of his life. Often he has wrapped his arms around it for energy when he felt weak.

He sees the tree that seems to be calling to him and gathers its fallen needles, piling them next to the base like a comfortable seat and settles down beside it with a small branch and a stone in his hands.

With the stone he shapes the end of the branch to a round, smooth nub and rests contemplating his life here on the Turtle Island. He thinks about all of the good times and how the Great Spirit has blessed him. He thinks of his warrior friends who have gone on before. He remembers the day his own father left for his final journey when he was a young brave and raising his own children.

It is his time and he gently presses the nub into his stomach just below his chest bone, and over the next few minutes his body allows the branch to sink into it until it is firmly against his spine. There has been no pain or even discomfort.

Now time will take over and the end will come as a thief, and his life in human form will end. He will move into the spirit world, leaving his body behind. This has been a century old tradition, and he has completed his journey as a son, brave, and father. He has lead with honor, and now with honor he travels to the new life.

The tribe understands his actions because one day they too will remove themselves and cease to be a burden. To give up life and allow the tribe to focus on the hard daily tasks of survival was honorable. They prepared for death and saw it as a natural part of life. The white man with his Puritan beliefs changed this. Honor left when whiskey and greed were introduced to the red man.

Now you know how to cross over with honor and dignity. There are no side effects. There is no pain or suffering. The big pine tree still has the powerful energy for man it always had. If you have decided to go, why not go gently with no trace of the way you went.

I am not an advocate of suicide. I wrote this treatise to stop the madness associated with suicide and bring resolve to those who are hell bent on leaving their earthly existence in any way possible. I believe that if a person is going to terminate his or her life, at least it should not endanger anyone else.

I knew a man who placed a shotgun against his body and pushed the trigger. He didn't die and is paralyzed for the rest of his life, in the care of the woman who bore his children and is overpowered by this unnecessary burden.

There was a time when one of my ladyloves cut her wrists and tried to leave. It was a mess and she suffered terribly in a psychiatric hospital, living in shame.

One of my friends drove into a bridge abutment at over 100 miles an hour. A stepdaughter of mine hung herself in a wooded area.

A lady decided she should die so she crossed the double white line and hit another car head on. She lived but the sixteen-year-old driver of the other car did not and neither did her two girl friends. All three died for no good reason.

We have all read accounts of people trying to take their lives using barbaric methods that not only cause excruciating pain and suffering but harm other innocent people in the process.

None of these make sense if you understand the Native American way.
Before you end your life think about the people you are leaving behind who will suffer from your loss. Why do you want to punish them?

If the attempt to transition in the Native American way fails, there are no adverse side effects and the process can be repeated at any future time. Death was personal to the Native American. I believe death is still personal today. If it is your life, then it is your death.

But do not take it lightly; it is a final choice here on earth.

The only tool necessary is a small piece of wood the size of a thick broom handle rounded on one end. The wood is gently pressed straight into the body cavity under the solar plexus until it rests firmly against the spinal column, closing the thoracic duct.

The light yet firm pressure cuts off the flow of lymph fluid through the thoracic duct and ends all of the bodily functions gently, quietly and painlessly. You could be singing and in the middle of a word be gone.

Twenty minutes later the participant crosses over to the other side, the Great Spirit's side. There is no visible trace and no one else is involved.

The absolute truth is that you can press your thumb into your chest just below your sternum, the chest bone, and achieve the same result.
Fifteen or twenty minutes and you are gone.

Why is this? The thoracic duct carries lymph fluid back to the red blood system and this gentle pressure stops it. When the lymph stops, life stops.

Native Americans understood the two blood systems when the Europeans arrived on this continent, the red blood system and the white blood system. It was not until 1961 that "modern" medicine even looked at the white blood system, the lymph system.

When the lymph system shuts down, the body processes stop and life, as we know it, abruptly ends, peacefully, quietly, effortlessly and in solitude.

I had a friend once whose son got married to his college sweetheart. They were crazy in love and soon had a daughter. Life was really good, so they decided to add another child to their family.

The wife became pregnant in the spring, and the following fall one Sunday the family settled into the den to watch a football game. They had a recliner, and the beautiful wife nestled into it to watch the game. Her little girl climbed up and sat across her mommy's lap.

Mommy leaned back and rested with her daughter lying across her tummy. The game was playing, and in an instant she was gone. It had been about twenty minutes and the angle of the baby's head and her daughter had put pressure on the thoracic duct and stopped the flow.

She was rushed to the hospital, and the newborn removed. He only lived a few minutes and died in his daddy's arms. No cause of death was ever determined, but you and I know what happened.

Read this simple treatise, and you will have the choice of life or death in the privacy of your own sanctuary.

There is no way to reverse the consequence of closing the thoracic duct. Once life is gone there is no way to resuscitate the party involved.

If you are going to go, at least go with dignity and go by yourself. You have no right to take anyone else with you. You can go painlessly and there will be no trace of your intentional demise. You will probably listed as a massive coronary, a heart attack.

Before you decide to leave, get on the internet and check out the booklet, Oxygen Deprivation Syndrome, free on www.WillGreen.TV and get healthy. You may just have another decade or more of good living ahead of you!