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Jennifer Anne Cocksey 

Death Notice for New Zealand Herald for 16th April 2009 

Dearly beloved, wife of Brian, yet so much more, mother of Nicki and Ran, sister of Judi, daughter of Dick and Marnie Mackesy, died on 14th April at 12.29am, her 19th wedding anniversary.  Jenny tried so hard at everything in life.  She always gave her all.  She fought cervical cancer for eight and a half years, despite the medical establishment.  Jenny took a stand.  She did it her way, God’s way.  God was always with her and now she is with God.  The doctors, nurses, staff and volunteers at Hospice South Auckland helped ensure that her transition from this world to the next was peaceful.  The view from the window of the Rose Room could have been The Plains of Heaven, the Celestial City and the Rivers of Bliss.     

Her funeral will take place at 11am on Tuesday, 21st April at St Aidan’s Church, 23 Walter Strevens Drive, Conifer Grove,  Takanini.

 Brian Cocksey
             15/04/2009 3:17:58 p.m.

Most Beautiful 

 of the Beauties of Artenn  

  Order of Service for the Funeral

 of

Jenny Cocksey

 16th February 1947 – 14th April 2009 
 

O Lord in Thee have I trusted
Shall I never be confounded

                                                                    Te Deum - Thomas Cranmer -  1549
 

Funeral Service

 St Aidan’s Church

Takanini

Auckland

 At  11am  on   21st April, 2009 

 Music before the Service

 1.     Praise my soul the King of Heaven
 2.     God moves in a mysterious way
 3.     God that madest Earth and Heaven
 4.     The Holy City
 5.     David of the White Rock
 6.     Dear Lord and Father of Mankind
 7.     Nimrod – from the Enigma Variations - Elgar
 8.     The day Thou gavest Lord is ended
 9.     Oft in the stilly night
10.   I dream of Jenny with the light brown hair

Jenny's coffin was carried in to the church to the last item of organ music
 

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 AM the resurrection and the life, sayeth the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.  (John xi. 25-26)

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 E brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.  The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.  (1 Tim. vi.7,  Job i.21) 

Psalm 23 : The Lord  is my Shepherd  - To Crimond      Play Tune Crimond

 

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HE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;
He makes me down to lie
         In pastures green; He leadeth me
         The quiet waters by
 
         My soul He doth restore again,
         And me to walk doth make
        Within the paths of righteousness,
         E’en for his own name's sake.
 
         Yea though I walk through death's dark vale,
         Yet will I fear no ill;
          For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
          And staff me comfort still.
 
          My table thou hast furnishèd
          In presence of my foes;
          My head thou dost with oil anoint,
          And my cup overflows.
 
         Goodness and mercy all my life
         Shall surely follow me;
         And in God's house for evermore
         My dwelling place shall be. 
                                                                    Francis Rous   (1579-1659               

Psalm 90

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ORD, thou hast been our refuge: from one generation to another.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made: thou art God from everlasting, and world without end.

Thou turnest man to destruction: again thou sayest, Come again you children of men.  For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday: seeing that is past as a watch in the night.
As soon as thou scatterest them, they are even as a sleep: and fade away suddenly  like the grass.

In the morning it is green, and groweth up: but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.  For we consume away in thy displeasure: and are afraid at thy wrathful indignation.
 Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee: and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance

For when thou art angry all our days are gone: we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.The days of our age are three score years and ten; and though men be so strong, that they come to fourscore years: yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth away, and we are gone.

But who regardeth the power of thy wrath: for even thereafter as a man feareth, so is thy displeasure.O teach us to number our days: that we me apply our hearts onto wisdom.  Turn thee again, O Lord, at the last: and be gracious unto thy servants.  O satisfy us with thy mercy, and that soon: so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.

Comfort us again now after the time that thou hast plagued us: and for the years wherein we have suffered adversity.  Show thy servants thy work: and their children thy glory.  And the glorious majesty of the Lord our God be upon us: prosper thou the work of our hands upon us, O prosper thou our handiwork.

Glory be to God most high.  As it was in the beginning is now, and ever shall be: world without end.  Artenn. 

J

ENNY found particular comfort in some of the words of Psalm 91 and even made a small pottery sculpture incorporating Psalm 91, the symbol of the feathers enveloping a cross, somehow keeping her safe.  She really was a gentle soul.  This sculpture was from a time in 1975 when she was ill in the Yorkshire Dales
 

Psalm 91 vs 1-9

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HOSO dwelleth under the defence of the most High: shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say unto the Lord, Thou art my hope, and my stronghold: my God in him will I trust.  For he shall deliver thee from the snare of a hunter: and from the noisome pestilence.

He shall defend thee under his wings, and thou shalt be safe under his feathers: his faithfulness and truth shall be thy shield and buckler.  Thou shall not be afraid of any terror by night: nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

For the pestilence that walketh in darkness: nor for the sickness that destroyeth in the noon-day.A thousand shall fall beside thee, and ten thousand at thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee.

Yea with thine eyes shalt thou behold: and see the reward of the ungodly.For thou Lord art my hope.  Thou hast set thine house of defence very high. 

B

RIAN was first drawn to The Lost Chord in 2002.  He and Jenny wanted to go out to something together and Jenny saw an advert in the local paper asking for singers for the South Auckland Choral Society.  One day in October, someone mentioned The Lost Chord to Brian during a phone conversation about The Holy City.  A couple of days later Brian found a record with it on and then two days later heard it in the middle of a hymns cassette on the very morning they were to attend their first choral church service.  The organ had long appealed to Brian, symbolising as it does the voice of God, with its enormous range.  It can be gentle, when required yet at other times have such incredible power, but always precision. And somehow ‘all the perplexed meanings’, all the strange coincidences did fit into ‘one perfect piece’. But it was in those last days both at home and in the Hospice that The Lost Chord  seemed to be again emphasised to them both.  Perhaps it was because they both knew that Death’s bright Angel was drawing close for Jenny. 

And on that first Saturday in the Hospice, Jenny had a lovely spa bath.  There was a hoist which they could use to lower her in or lift her out.  It was so sad that she had finally become so incredibly weak.   As Jenny relaxed in the bath looking at the sunny vista of the botanical gardens, Brian noticed a cassette player and a pile of tapes.  Most were opera but one had a variety of tenor songs.  He noticed that The Holy City was at the start of the first side and The Lost Chord at the end of the second.  So he realised he could play The Holy City and turn  it over to play The Lost Chord without lots of rewinding.  However, instead it played the song before The Lost Chord - I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair.  That was when Jenny told Brian how fifty-odd years earlier her grandmother Nancy had sung it to her as I dream of Jenny with the light brown hair.  There was so much about Jenny that Brian still didn’t know even after twenty five years.    And that was why the men carried Jenny in today to I dream of Jenny with the light brown hair.    And that came out of The Lost Chord.

The words of The Lost Chord are by Adelaide Proctor, but for many years there was no music which seemed to fit. Arthur Sullivan, of Gilbert and Sullivan fame, had tried several times before, but only found the tune coming to him as his brother lay dying.  It is a good example of God’s inspiration at precisely the right time, inspiration being particularly strong around death..

A young neighbour, who often came to chat to Jenny as she beavered away in her garden, wanted  to sing something today.  Patrick Smith felt it was the last thing he could do for Jenny.  So Patrick will now sing The Lost Chord, accompanied by the organ, naturally.

 The Lost Chord                                 

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EATED one day at the organ,  I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wandered idly,  over the noisy keys                    Play Tune The Lost Chord
I know not what I was playing or what I was dreaming then,
But I struck one chord of music like the sound of a great Artenn,
Like the sound of a great Artenn.
 

It flooded the crimson twilight, like the close of an angel psalm
It lay on my fevered spirit like a touch of infinite balm
It quieted pain and sorrow like love overcoming strife
It seemed the  harmonious echo of our discordant life
It linked all perplexed meanings into one perfect piece
And trembled away into silence,  as if it were loathe to cease. 
I have sought but I seek it vainly, that lost chord divine
Which came from the soul of the organ, and entered into mine.

It may be that Death’s bright Angel will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in heaven I shall hear that grand Artenn
It may be that Death’s bright Angel will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in heaven I shall hear that grand Artenn.
 


Address by Brian Cocksey 

Finding Destiny and Purpose in Jenny’s Life and Death 

Second Hymn   Nearer, my God, to thee,   To Bethany      Play Tune Bethany

   N

EARER, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!
Even though it be a light
That raiseth me
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!’
 
Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee’
 
Then let my way appear,
Steps up to heaven;
All that thou sendest me
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee
 
Or, if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee 
                                                  Sarah Fuller Adams (1805-48)          
            
 

Closing Prayer  - Celebrant 

O

 GOD, from whom all holy desires, all good councils and all just works do proceed; give unto thy servants that peace which the world cannot give; that both our hearts may be set to obey thy commandments, and also that by Thee we  being defended from the fear of our enemies may spend our time in rest and quietness.  Almighty Father , hear our prayer we beseech thee.

 
Recessional  -  Go Now in Peace 

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HIS is a recording made in the Selwyn Chapel in Papakura on 13th October, 2002.  It was a special 1662 Evensong service to mark the 140th anniversary of the old church.  Holy Trinity Anglican church like most Anglican churches now did not have a choir, just a music group.  So, Brian and Jenny sang in the small choir put together  specially for  this service.  It was  the only time they ever sang in an Anglican choir, although the old Anglican church was the nearest place they ever had to a spiritual home. .Brian had already discussed with Jenny using this anthem here in this service.  It was such a very strange coincidence, that Flo,  the nurse who was helping Brian at the moment Jenny died, closed Jenny’s eyes and then said the words ‘Go now in peace!  She must have have been inspired by God at that moment.  In that and many other ways it was a sign to Brian that Flo had been meant to be the nurse on duty that night.  Flo was on ‘permanent nights’ , but he later discovered that the night Jenny died had been her last shift before a month-long holiday. Nurses are very variable.  Some are good, some are not.  Brian and Jenny had found so often in those many visits to Auckland City Hospital, that when Jenny needed a really good nurse, when it really mattered, a good nurse was on her ward on that shift.  That last night in the hospice, Brian needed Flo at least as much as Jenny had, before she went to the light.

 Go Now in Peace  

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 O now in peace, never be afraid
God will go with you each hour of every day.
Go now in faith, steadfast strong and true
Know he will guide you in all that you do
Go now in love and show you believe
Reach out to others so all the world can see
God will be there, watching from above
Go now in peace, in faith and in love.
 

Refreshments

R

EFRESHMENTS will be available in the Church Hall after the service.  Please join us and remember Jenny and her love of life which never failed her despite her eight year struggle with cancer.  She was a shining light to us all.

 Burial

J

ENNY’S burial will take place at Purewa Cemetary,  Meadowbank .  She has a beautiful plot looking down a little valley, with old graves ahead and, naturally, an obelisk behind.  All around are deciduous trees, now  cloaked in red and gold, so reminiscent of the English autumn she so loved. It is so peaceful, disturbed just occasionally by a train passing in the middle distance.  Brian was led to the site last Friday, rather akin to the way Akhenaten was led to the site for his city, Akhutarten.  God’s hand, the hand of Artenn, is always there when you really need Him.

 The Cortège will depart for Purewa after the refreshments

 21st April 2009 - 12:31:26 a.m.   

Burial Service

at

Purewa Cemetary

Auckland

 At  1.30pm  on  21st April, 2009  

Remembering

The Plains of Heaven, the Celestial City

and the Rivers of Bliss
 

Hymn - God that madest earth and heaven - to Ar hyd y nos   Play  Ar hyd y nos

G

OD that madest earth and heaven
Darkness and light;
Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest of the night;
May thine Angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend those,
This livelong night                                              
                                                              Bishop Heber  (1827)

Guard us waking, guard us sleeping,
And when we die.
May we in thy mighty keeping
All peaceful lie:
When the last dread call shall wake us,
Do not Thou our God forsake us,
But to reign in glory take us
With Thee on high.
                                                               Archbishop Whately (1855)

 

M

AN that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery.  He cometh up and is cut down like a flower;  he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life we are in death; of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O Lord, who for our sins art justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty, deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

T

HOU knowest Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer;  but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, thou most worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from Thee.

 Then while the earth shall be cast upon the body by some standing by, the celebrant  shall say: 

F

OR as much as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself,  the soul of our dear sister here departed, we therefore commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain knowledge of her transition to eternal life. 

I

 HEARD a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write:  from henceforth blessed are the dead which died in the Lord: even so saieth the  Spirit; for they rest from their labours.

 Then the celebrant shall say
Lord have mercy upon us 

And the people shall say
God have mercy upon us 

On the celebrant shall repeat
 Lord have mercy upon us 

O

UR Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come.  Thy will be done. In earth, as it is in heaven.  Give us this day our daily bread.  And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us.  And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.  Artenn 

A

LMIGHTY God, with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord, and with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity; We give Thee hearty thanks, for that it hath pleased Thee to deliver this our sister out of the miseries of this sinful world; beseeching Thee that it may please Thee of Thy gracious goodness, shortly to accomplish the number of thine elect, and to hasten Thy kingdom; that we, with all those that are departed in the true faith of Thy holy name, may have our perfect consummation and bliss, in Thy eternal and everlasting glory, Almighty Father.  Artenn

T

HE love of God and the fellowship of the holy spirits, that are sent by God, be with us all ever more.  Artenn

 
Closing Hymn  - Abide with Me
                 Play Tune Abide With Me

       A

BIDE with me, fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grown dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see:
O Thou that changeth not, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where grave thy victory?
I triumph still if Thou abide with me

Hold Thou Thy light before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
Heaven’s morning breaks, and Earth's vain shadows flee;
In death, in life, O Lord, abide with me
                                                                      Henry Lyte (1793-1847)

And so Jenny's earthly remains were laid to rest beneath an obelisk and within sight of the many stone angels which adorn Purewa Cemetery.   In many ways that cemetery was a reminder of Angels and Demons....  On the third day, there were more very curious links at Purewa, echoing Mary Magdalen, that first Easter in 33AD.    These details are recounted in our book Going West.  It recounts all the events in the last few months of Jenny's life, her death and the links from beyond the grave that came as, with a very heavy heart, after God took her back,  I continued my investigations in to Spiritualism and the evidence for the survival of death.   However her death continued to be strangely linked into the next two Airbus disasters Air France 447 in May 2009 and in particular Yemenia 626 in June 2009 as well as back to the first one at Perpignan.   Strangely enough, the first medium to be able to link Jenny's spirit to me, after the first two dozen had failed, did so in circumstances surrounding the Washington Subway crash, the second 'element' in the film Knowing.  Yes Jenny's death is part of a very much bigger picture.  Going West, will be the seventh  part of our series Fragments of an Outer Mind

 
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