Finding Life through Death
Is it really so odd to be one of those people who make death a central part of life? I’d be willing to bet, though I’m certainly not a betting sort of person, that everybody entertains a sort of relationship with death. After all it’s inevitable, and we all know this. Why fear, or for that matter, delay, the inevitable? We were made to find our life through death – there’s no other way for us. One doorway for everyone of us, but when we cross that threshold each and everyone of us sees a different landscape because everyone of us is an individual.
There’s been times when I’ve been truly afraid of death, but I remember those were the times when I was very religious. Religion brought the fear of death to my mind. It poisoned me and stole my freedom of thought. Many years passed and I struggled between life and death. The thought of suicide was never far away, I just needed a decent excuse and that was a hard one to come by until health became an issue and things looked rather black. Would that be the trigger? It nearly was, but that was not to be. The turning point was a spiritual awakening; an amazing empowerment process. I came so close to death it was more intimate than a lover saying “yes.” Knowing death made me see life: from extreme to extreme. Death showed me what life means.
I began to live; to really live. I had met death and it wasn’t the scary monster my religion had dressed it up to be. Meeting death, I grew. I understood things religion could never explain. The old bugaboos and taboos fell away; those cheap tricks, mockeries, “pulpitated” lies. Oh yes, lies, and such clever lies built one upon another based upon misinterpreted bits and pieces of ancient manuscripts! Lies designed to control and profit. It takes time to erase lies embedded into your mind since you were a little child but with the proper discipline and some unexpected help from very old friends, the lies faded into the background and my life soared.
What makes life full? Well I suppose there are an endless number of reasons people would give for their life to be full. Some common reasons: a lover; a child; a dream come true; a reprieve from a prison sentence. What made my life full? I found that pathway between worlds; the ability to walk between heaven and hell; between death and life. I was no longer committed to one or the other, but to both.
When you walk between the worlds there are no longer any endings. Everything is open ended. Everything opens into the infinite. Every change is not a reason to worry, or fear, or stress; it’s a revelation, a new adventure.
I like to think about death. Death is a doorway into the greatest adventure possible: the physical aspect of this one life makes way and one’s mind, or consciousness, is freed to move on into the unknown. What could be more amazing than that?
You know who I feel the most sorry for? Those people who don’t know what they want; who don’t know who they are or why they are; who fear aging and dying, or leaving people behind; people loaded down with attachments; expectations, hopes, dreams.
These are the people who seek fulfillment through drugs, booze, sex, entertainment, friends, family, even pets. Needy people; victims of the System; victims of attachment to the half-life; to a life that offers what it can never deliver.
You want to find life? Detach from everything you believe matters or is essential and become friends with death. Death is the way shower.