The grief we experience following a loved one’s death is for us, not them, because it is us who will miss them, not they who will miss us. We grieve because there’s a void we must fill now, where they once were in our hearts and lives; and because it’s sad and hard to say goodbye to someone we love so deeply and have held so closely for so long. It’s sad and it’s hard and it’s empty for a while, yet life goes on for all of us “poor schmucks” who remain behind…
Sometimes, I think they are the lucky ones; they are the ones with the expanded view – access to the mystery and the truth and the freedom. Yes, they – the dead ones – are the lucky ones, not us. They get to know in a way that we mere humans cannot. We are confined and restricted by these physical forms we wear like undersized coats for our essences. I love how Jill Bolte Taylor described this. She basically said that she wondered how she would ever fit her massive essence back into her tiny physical body as she shifted from “death” back to “life” following a stroke (See her book Stroke of Insight, and/or her TED conference presentation, which can be accessed at www.myinnerscapes.com).
That’s what I’m talking about; that’s the thing: I am – we are – not these physical beings. We are infinite, boundless, energetic somethings using a human body here. Oh the joy I will feel when I am free of this body!
Celebrate my death, y’all; celebrate it!!
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