death

A Balancing Fact. What is the measure of death? The physically animated can be as dead as Johnny come lately mentally and spiritually. The death of the heart and the soul is far more agonizing than the complete absence of conscious awareness and physical vitality. This being the case, what should the lifeless of mind and spirit fear concerning their physical demise.

It is true that total oblivion is a fearful concept to ponder until we that are top-side are thoughtful that collapse formed our conception and that we wallow in fleetingness. The brief is short, and the short is even briefer for those of us that are least in mind and spirit. The tiniest drop makes the biggest splash and the pigeon chokes the mule. Who is to say which emptiness is greater, the light or the shadow that produces the light.

In a day that came and in a moment that went nothing happened. The mind is in shut-down mode, and the eyes are open. Tiny unseen bugs are biting the heck out of me and driving me insane. The smallest of the spiders are the ones that will send you to the coffin. What are the standards to place on life and what gauges need to be applied to evaluate death?

Being alive is the only reality that the living knows so the thought of ceasing to be alive is an unknown reality. Death has no comparison to being asleep because in sleep we usually dream, even if we do not remember that we have dreamed in our sleep. The living covets death but is fearful of the unknown and the dead walks in an animated body and will not die.

Ten tongues sing the same song, and one fell from the bottom of the non-stepped stepladder. And who should fear death when death is the natural state of the living? Is there anyone who is alive? What do we have to compare that which we call life against? The orbit is not an orbit until it makes an orbit and who is to say what an orbit is.

Losing a loved one to death is sad and losing yourself in yourself is even worse. Misery and confusion simply adore life, and there are no feelings of pain when there is no mind processing it. The ant climbed to the top of the mountain, and the hill across the street collapsed for no reason.

In death, there is, well who knows. In life, there is the constant presence of death breathing down your nose. In the morning there will be no morning because tomorrow was here yesterday and yesterday will not come in the morning. Twenty tons of horse manure equals a single fleeting thought during a day.

And so, it is that the balancing fact of life is to place death within its proper hierarchy and that is within that gaping hole that troubles the mind concerning the unknown. Goodbye death, referred to as life, and hello life, referred to as death.

Why Do We Fear Death? The most obvious reason that we fear death is because an animated and conscious body is the only existence that we know and the thought of being completely inanimate and unconscious is a disturbing idea for most of us.

Most human beings believe, feel, hope that there is more to existence than the physical realm that we live, which gives them an uneasy comfort concerning the inevitability of physical death. Many people believe that since energy theoretically cannot be destroyed that when we die our power source transitions into a different reality of being. I have personally seen a small but very bright orb of light suddenly appearing then moving rapidly along the ceiling before vanishing into the wall at the other end of the house at the death of two of my close family members.

I could feel the presence of my loved ones in the orbs of light. I know that they are alive in a purer form without any physical constraints. I know this, but I have no way of proving this because I only saw the orbs shortly after their deaths and have not received any further communications from either one of them. And then, why did I see and sense only these two people, my mother and this one grandfather and no one else that has died in my family?

To say that I know that the energy that animates our physical body continues as is after the material body has ceased to function is to say that I know what I believe based on the evidence that I have seen with my eyes and felt in my mind. Of course, that visual and sensed evidence could have only been as valid as my state of mind during that time and cannot be readily used as proof that the energy that animates our bodies during life is more than a switch that is turned off and ceases to radiate power when its housing shuts down.

As I remember all the people that I have known who have died before me, and I look at the world around me, my fear of death is somewhat abated to the extent that in the cosmic sense of things a being that is conscious of its mortality is not a deviation to the material norm where all energy forms are conscious of its existence having as its main function to maintain and harmonize its equilibrium.

It may be that for a short time after physical death we are preserved in a compact conscious state, such as an energy orb, but at some point, we are intermingled and disbursed as we become integrated with billions of other energy frequencies. It is doubtful that our combined consciousnesses will form a super-consciousness of unlimited power but more than likely will only constitute dispersed subatomic particles in an enormous energy grid.

If I clear my mind imagining myself to be in a deep sleep and equate that with death, then the actual state of being dead does not seem so foreboding and frightening. In darkness there is peace. In the abode of the dead, there is tranquility and safety. In life, there are only the ominous looming spectra of impending demise and decease fueled by the fear of the unknown and the dread of a reality that you have never experienced before.

We only know this one reality called life, so it is natural to be apprehensive about something that we have never experienced. When I think of all the people who have lived before me whose birth and death has not aroused the slightest ripple or fluctuation in the cosmic continuums I am compelled to consider that death is the norm and that life is an aberration of that norm.

Being that death is the cosmic norm I should therefore not be fearful of it because death is nothing more than my natural state of being. We humans have a small window of time to nourish this fleeting domain called life. When we are young we do not fully appreciate it and when we have grown old and ugly we cannot fully enjoy it.

So why do we fear death? A charged particle wants to retain its charge and an interwoven array of charged particles wants to maintain its optimum balance. Millions of human and natural frequencies rifle through the carbon-based carcass constantly causing mental and physical illnesses, aging, deformities, and eventually death. The sublime is awakened from the quiet serenity of death and into the instability of consciousness and its turmoil’s forgetting its former state and anxious about that in which it has forgotten. We fear death because life is the only reality that we know but death is our natural state of existence, so we should never fear it.