We are all going to die. And death is oh so delicious, and oh so good, and need not be feared. (Life is delicious, too.)
When a pregnant woman’s water breaks, that baby is coming and there is nothing that can be done to stop it; the Angels are at the helm. So it is for leaving the earth. The spiritual water breaks, you are departing and you can’t stop it no matter how hard you try. The moments of birth and death are timed to the second, in accordance with higher law and infinite perfection.
And while it may be bloody and gory, and you might scream your face off, the miracle is oh so worth it. When you hold that newborn puppy or kitten or child, or cross over into the light and are embraced in the arms of the guardians of the galaxy, none of the excrement matters.
Exercise:
Play dead. Really. For fun. You know how you can command a dog to ‘play dead’ and the dog flops onto his back in joy as his tongue lolls out of his mouth? Start associating death with play. Just lie there for a few minutes and say, “Now I’m going to play dead.” Hold your breath, don’t move, be a statue. And then come back to life. Voila! Reincarnation. It’s as easy as that.
The more you play with it, the less you will fear it. The more you interact with the invisible, the forbidden, the less afraid you are to live. Then when your time is up and it is the moment of transitioning, it can be as easy as closing your eyes on an airplane on the red-eye and waking up on the other side at your final destination. No turbulence.
When a pregnant woman’s water breaks, that baby is coming and there is nothing that can be done to stop it; the Angels are at the helm. So it is for leaving the earth. The spiritual water breaks, you are departing and you can’t stop it no matter how hard you try. The moments of birth and death are timed to the second, in accordance with higher law and infinite perfection.
And while it may be bloody and gory, and you might scream your face off, the miracle is oh so worth it. When you hold that newborn puppy or kitten or child, or cross over into the light and are embraced in the arms of the guardians of the galaxy, none of the excrement matters.
Exercise:
Play dead. Really. For fun. You know how you can command a dog to ‘play dead’ and the dog flops onto his back in joy as his tongue lolls out of his mouth? Start associating death with play. Just lie there for a few minutes and say, “Now I’m going to play dead.” Hold your breath, don’t move, be a statue. And then come back to life. Voila! Reincarnation. It’s as easy as that.
The more you play with it, the less you will fear it. The more you interact with the invisible, the forbidden, the less afraid you are to live. Then when your time is up and it is the moment of transitioning, it can be as easy as closing your eyes on an airplane on the red-eye and waking up on the other side at your final destination. No turbulence.
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