Pronounced Dead: The Announcement of my Death

Pronounced Dead: The Announcement of My Death

Tuesday, May 19, 2026  

9:28 PM

 

Obituary 

The flesh of Leslie Allison Council passed away reluctantly during the early morning hours of Tuesday, May 19, 2026, at her home in Asheville, North Carolina.

For years, Leslie’s flesh searched endlessly to be understood by people who were committed to misunderstanding her. She carried wounds she rarely spoke about aloud and exhausted herself trying to survive seasons that were slowly killing her physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. She loved deeply, trusted heavily, forgave repeatedly, and still found herself pouring from empty places.

She battled fear, pride, insecurity, grief, anxiety, disappointment, anger, attachment, and the constant pressure to be everything for everyone while quietly losing herself in the process.

For most of her life, she operated from flesh instead of faith. She reacted emotionally instead of spiritually. She defended herself when God was asking her to be still. She searched for validation in places where peace could never truly reside.

After years of spiritual warfare, she was officially 
pronounced dead on May 19, 2026, at 12:02 AM.

Public services will not be held, as the death was intimate, spiritual, and personal. The burial took place privately between her and God.

Leslie leaves behind people pleasing, worldly attachment, emotional exhaustion, overthinking, anxiety, fear of abandonment, and every version of herself that could not go where God is leading her next.

She is survived by obedience, discernment, spiritual maturity, holy conviction, and a deeper desire to live fully through the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me...”

~ Galatians 2:20 KJV

Every death deserves a eulogy.

Here is mine.

Eulogy

The old version of her fought hard to survive.

She kept carrying the weight of things God never intended for her to hold. She tried to heal in places that kept reopening the wound. She searched for peace in environments God specifically told her to leave behind. She spent years explaining herself, proving herself, and hoping people would finally see her heart correctly.

The painful truth was that she could not even see herself clearly.

She was blinded by the church, the job, the expectations, the disappointments, the trauma, the opinions, the politics, the relationships, and the constant noise surrounding her life.

Then God interrupted everything.

He stopped her in her tracks and took the one thing He knew would completely get her attention.

Her sight.

For forty-three years, Leslie Allison Council had 20/20 vision and then suddenly, without warning, it was gone.

 

Just like that.

Doctors are still running tests. Specialists are still searching for answers. Everything about it feels rare, unexpected, and difficult to explain.

But God already knew.

He was not pacing the floor trying to figure out how to save her. He already had the plan before the interruption ever arrived.

God has His own language.

Silence.

He does not rush.

He does not panic.

He does not “do too much.”

He is still.

He is patient.

He is intentional.

Silence.

Shhhh.... Are you listening??? 

Sometimes He uses silence to bring us into a place where our vision finally changes.

Take this in:

God will never reveal your entire destiny at once. He conceals purpose the same way He conceals blessings. He slowly unfolds things in His timing because if He showed us everything too early, we would not survive the weight of it.

The key is trusting Him enough to know that even in silence, He is still there.

Jeremiah 33:3 says:

“Call unto Me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.”

Read that again.

God did not want Leslie to manage her flesh.

He wanted her to crucify it.

No hiding.

No excuses.

No way to dress it up spiritually.

Crucify it.

Burn every version of her that depended on validation, fear, pride, emotional reactions, worldly attachment, and survival mode until nothing remained but obedience.

The closer she grew to God, the more she realized that some versions of ourselves cannot follow us into purpose.

The old Leslie took everything personally. She wanted answers, acknowledgment, retribution, understanding, and explanations.

 

The renewed Leslie wants peace.

The old Leslie responded to every opinion, every betrayal, every misunderstanding, and every attack.

But dead things do not respond.

Read that again.

Dead things do not respond.

Dead things are dead. 

 

That version of her had to die.

Let's be clear - she was never weak - she could no longer carry the weight of where God is taking her next.

 

So today is not a funeral filled with sorrow.

It is release.

It is surrender.

It is transformation.

It is rebirth.

This is not being written from a place of perfection.

It is being written from a place of transformation.

The world may look at this season and think Leslie is losing herself, when in reality she is finally finding God in a deeper way than she ever has before.

She no longer wants to be alive in her flesh and dead in her spirit.

I would rather die to the world and live fully through Christ.

So let the old version of me rest.

She has officially been pronounced dead.

• In lieu of flowers, support the testimony by visiting www.leslieacouncil.net.