Death And A Necessary Lack Of Fear

In the western world especially, we are raised to see death, or the end of our current frame of existence in this realm as the literal and formal end to all that is. Religiously, many Christian faiths will then step in with their different versions of the hereafter and placate millions with their old and tiresome renditions of heaven, hell and in some cases purgatory.

Of course, you create your reality so if you wish to perceive your life as having been led in the context of "evil" and that little devils with pitchforks and fiery breath will chase you around into eternity, be my guest.

Today I'm not presenting you with a new view, or offering you something to consider. I am simply relating some of my thoughts regarding what we call death and the possibilities it holds for me, in the reality I have chosen.

First, death is of course not the end, but it is an end. In all my studies, I have come across interesting theories and supposedly scientific facts, all related to death. Apparently at the time of death the body loses 8 grams, some would have us believe this is the soul vacating the premises. A movie was made about it too.

I will not debate the "facts" of the hereafter, but I celebrate my death already. As I posted recently to another blog, I cannot wait to die. It will be such a joyous moment for me, the marking of another lifetime of achievement and of walking further down the path I tread as an entity, always towards the light.

There are no "angels" when I die, perhaps there is the perception of a light and a tunnel as popularised by many. These are small matters to me. My death, rather should I say, my leaving this form I now occupy, are a rite of passage. As surely as summer follows spring, and the fall follows summer, so too winter follows the fall. All of life is a cycle.

From the time you are born, there is an ending in sight. Strangely the fact that I died during childbirth, and was resuscitated has no insight for me, other than reinforcing my sense of knowing that I have purpose, and for as long as I breath air into this body I will obligate my mind and body to assist my fulfillment of it.

Yes, I celebrate death. However, I do not envy pain. Many tie death and pain into one concept, most unnecessarily. This does not have to be, yet the choice is yours. If I choose pain in death, let it be to serve a purpose. Ultimately, with or without pain I will enter my nirvana and be gloriously entangled with All That Is.

Do not misinterpret any of my messages here. Western mindsets are prone to misinterpret talk of the desire for death as a sign of the suicidal persona. Brothers and sisters, all of us walking this earth are suicidal, just look around you, look outside, see how you treat the earth and those around you. Suicide, whether fast or slow, whether induced by your action, or inaction against those that act, is suicide. Perhaps you see the way we treat the earth as being something outside of you? We are all one, we are all throwing pebbles into an infinite pond, the ripples of your stones in that pond, ultimately, touch all others.

So, no, I am not suicidal in any traditional sense of the word. My life is here and purpose is yet unfulfilled and so I celebrate my death as well as my life. I have no fear of death and I have no fear of life. Although I do not endorse suicide as a means of getting off the train of life early, I do respect it as a choice that some make.

As you walk through this day, perhaps you might wonder to yourself, on the meaning of death. If you knew in advance that your death was imminent, would you care about your credit card debt, would you care about how your boss treats you, would you care about getting to work on time instead of 5 more minutes with the kids?

To Life,
-Mikel