After experiencing the scariest and most life-changing moment in my time thus far, I have had a complete change of perspective about life, death, etc. I have come to think that death is something we shouldn’t be scared of. I believe that death is like birth. I don’t remember being born…I probably won’t remember dying. All I can ever remember is always just…BEING. I honestly don’t think we can die (from our own perspective).
This is an idea I have thought about and posted on here in the past. We know we are alive because of memories. We can remember a minute ago or what we did last week. When we die, brain function along with memory stop(biologically speaking). This means that you wouldn’t have even known you had actually ever existed in the first place. If we were ever going to die at any point, we technically shouldn’t be able to be experiencing and remembering right now.
These are just my thoughts. I would like to hear your thoughts as well.
Much love and respect,
@supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Isn’t what you’re saying just a bunch of thoughts though as well? Therefore, any attempt at conceptualization would contradict your point of view (because you can only conceptualize with a brain/mind), and is ultimately limited. Right?
But if you are trying to put into words something that can only be understood experientially (by connecting with a supposedly deathless aspect of yourself), I can see where you’re coming from
Death and life. Two sides of the same coin. Western culture seems to cherish one side and try to get rid of the other. We seek comfort in lightness, and we are afraid of darkness, we praise God and we are afraid of the Devil, and so on. But they are all extremes sides of the same thing, and if you repress one of them, you’re repressing both. When you look at the stars, you only see them because of the darkness that surrounds them (Ancient cultures used to believe that the night sky was just a background and stars were apertures to heaven). The same occurs to life, our upcoming death is what makes us ‘alive’. In order to live harmoniously, we need to embrace both sides, one is essential to the other, so the whole can exist.
@supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Not sure. I feel like any attempt at an explanation is ultimately just a rationalization/comforting belief in order to further escape the fear of death. I’m not sure what happens. It’s a mystery. Do I fear it? Yes, Do I fear it as much as I used to? No. Do I think that fear can be overcome? Yes, but the only way out is through, by getting in contact with and feeling that fear on an almost constant basis. But it doesn’t come through some idea or belief.
Many people think they aren’t afraid of death, but they really are because they live in a fantasy world where they tell themselves stories about what’s going to happen. Stories are comforting, but they only cover up the fear. Or the fact that they are going to die is merely an abstract concept to them and isn’t something that has hit them with any force, so they claim they aren’t afraid of death.
@supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, You will be wakeful during the dying process, that is what scares the living shit out of most people. If you die peacefully in a hospital bed, you will witness your brain and body shutting down on you. You won’t hear with any precision, then your vision gets blurry, then your touch is gone leaving you to feel like you’re being crushed by a mountain and sinking ever so eternally into yourself, taste and smell go soon after that until your unconscious from the real world. But that’s just the death of the outside, inside your still witnessing yourself dying, and this is where the soul leaves the body. You are so vulnerable when you’re in death’s clutches that ANYTHING can fuck it up and influence your process. Most of us will die without practice, and inherently mess up otherworldly projections. Study death, think of it everyday, and become its friend. . . its one of the most interesting journeys to life itself.