Life is absurd, when one truly thinks about it. I'm not sure on this, but maybe this is why people will often get WELL once they have given up and allowed themselves to die. When they realize they are dying and there is no choice and they resign themselves to it/accept it/allow it in, even welcome the inevitable, then the body sometimes spontaneously heals.
Death is the last enemy, they say. It is conquered, perhaps, by no longer being afraid of it. I like this. Maybe death is the symbolic representation of the opposites we experience all the time. Life and death. We are choosing always to live. All of survival is about staying alive. We are obsessed by it.
But what if we consider the alternative to life… or Death… and make friends with it. Admit to ourselves that death is sure to come and may come in an hour or so. Then we are truly free to live. Because rather than surviving and trying to survive, we are able to act in true harmony with ourselves. Our energies are freed up to put into other things. Let death be our companion. Our friend. MY friend. Merge with it and be fearless. Merge with it and be FREE.
1 comment:
Agreed, and I can see you have read some Krishnamurti stuff on death. There are lots of parallel-thinkers on this whole idea of dying "while you are still young". In dying, I mean the death to all fears and desires. Don Juan (in one of the Carlos Castaneda books) talks about the day he "died", left his old "life" behind and entered the path for good. It took a nasty emotional/physical (financial) crisis to give him this gift. His one idea that hit me the hardest is the idea of Death as the advisor. The only true advisor we have.
Check out Nisargadatta on death (and life) as well.
Also if you are really bored, check out a little gnostic weirdness on my blog
http://esausfables.blogspot.com/
If someone actually leaves a comment, I may actually start posting again.
thanks.
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