Some Essays About Death
All About Death – What A Ridiculous Idea!
How totally absurd your tiny mad idea there is something you call "death!" How foolish to believe a fully loving, eternal, all-powerful God created a condition in complete opposition to Himself! How utterly futile is an existence based upon obliteration!
Your joyful laughter rings forever throughout the Universe once this single central string is pulled from the fabric of your world, and time and death simply unravel from your mind.
Consider for a moment how ridiculous is the death ritual you perform in your separate human identity. You observe everything around you apparently dying, yet you are virtually unable to define, experience, or even imagine death because the condition does not exist! Essentially, you prove your image of yourself "lives" in time by observing it in contrast with everything seemingly outside yourself growing old, suffering sickness and pain, and eventually dying – including your own body. You condemn yourself to the verdict of limitation you lay upon everything in your own world. And you think this is what life is. You can indeed afford to laugh – this world you invented is not what life is.
Yet you do find yourself trapped for a moment within your own virtual reality in a game you call "existence." It seems you play it endlessly in your vain defense against the frightening moment of your own termination. Indeed, you are in an impossible situation in your own mind even though it lasted only for a moment. Yet you do not escape your world by dying or by banding together your memories in imagery you project outside yourself to form associated human obstacles. You do need a miracle from outside of time, a catalytic correction of your false perception, to finally escape the dead world you imagined. The miracle occurs once you decide you want to change your mind about it, once you admit you need help, for power does not oppose itself. If you think you know already, you will never learn nor change.
Yet you can see and learn that you are caught for just a moment in the web of your own imagination, where you mask your attraction to death by habitually associating the two ideas of death and God in your own memory. And you can become aware of your beliefs that these ideas are both certain though incomprehensible mysteries of life, "natural" laws, just as you believe your bodily identity is never to be questioned. You can understand that you are trapped in blind obedience to the laws you hold in your cellular memory, that you think you are a "born sinner" justly deserving punishment and death. So you believe you are guilty, and your own obliteration is the judgmental decree of an all-powerful, loving God. Yet these are all ideas you made up! And they stem from but one insane idea, a fixed belief you store within your mind/body association that you could take on qualities unlike your Source.
Surely you must recognize that a wholly perfect God cannot even know of imperfection, nor could He know of choice. What would God choose between, if He is wholly perfect? Death is an impossible alternative. It is nothing more than a mere whim, a meaningless idea contrived for a moment to justify fleeting images you projected in your own mind. The world you invented is not what life is. Of course you can never really die because there is no death! And you do know full well in your heart that this is so. You are really only afraid of the act of dying itself. And you blame your body for your fear of its painful demise. Fascinated with both, you make an idol of death by presuming in death you escape from the pain of your isolation. Your human memories tell you this is how you know God. How ridiculous an idea! You cannot split your mind up and leave your body behind. It too is only a thought in your mind and is changed in an instant and included into your true eternal nature. No one can endure pain indefinitely. Be thankful! The war against yourself is almost over! Life creates life, not the opposite of itself. Death cannot come from life. Just as a father creates a son like unto himself, so ideas must remain united to their source and extend like themselves. You are the Son of God. You cannot be unlike your Creator.
Open up the storehouse of your mind to forgive yourself and your world and release your inner light. Remember to laugh at the idea of death. Human, you made a bargain you cannot keep! Your mind/body/world associations are undergoing a radical reformation from the old, dark, noncreative self you imagined to your natural state as the beautiful, bright, eternally extending Light of God. If you find yourself caught in dead, gone thought, out of communication for just a moment, remember to deny death. Swear not to die, you holy Son of God! Give it up! It will not work! You know this perfectly well.
In truth you are real and eternal. You cannot be contained in false and brutal imagery of limitation. You are created to extend like your Creator. Forgive and forget the self and the world you made instead. There is no death because what God created shares His Life. And you are as God created you.
It’s Time At Last To Look With An Open Mind
At The Absurd Idea Of Death
- Death is a whimsical flight of fancy that exposes the irrationality of the human mind.
- It is the impossible idea of limitation imposed by nothing on All-There-Is.
- It is the idea that Totality can be contained or exceeded through the mere infliction
of a definition. - It is the ridiculous notion that Life can only be recognized through its opposite.
- It is the meaningless attempt to paste time upon Eternity as if form could somehow
blot out Timelessness. - Death is a senseless exercise undertaken by the human condition to justify its own egocentricity.
- Death is nothing.
- Death is the last willful act of an arrogant child determined to get its way,
no matter how much pain it inflicts on its self. - Death is the result of the belief in life as physical matter.
It is the consequence of lack in the human mind. - Death is the last layer of definition on that which cannot be defined.
- To the human mind, death is the foundation upon which the human condition
has constructed itself. - It is the logical conclusion to the unquestioning identification of the human being as a body.
- It is the one apparent fact, in its entire apparent life, that can be counted on.
- It is the one frame of reference that is unwavering in an apparent world
that is constantly changing. - It is the one idea universal to perceptual consciousness and is the basis of comparison
that establishes what life is to the human mind.
Our dictionaries cannot even define "life" except in terms of "death." "Life" is considered (a) "the interval of time between birth and death;" (b) "the period from an occurrence until death;" or (c) "a sentence of imprisonment until death."
Yet, death is an idea that has no reality. We can never know what the experience of death is. It always eludes us. It always sits just beyond our awareness, only real in the death of others. Yet the reality of life, as we think of it, pivots on this ephemeral idea.
What is this silly idea of death? Why does the human mind cling so frantically to it? Why is death more powerful to the human mind than life? Why does the effort of human existence cry for the release of termination? Why does it long for death? Yet, herein lies the enormity of the joke perpetrated against humanity by itself.
If only this one stone in the foundation of the meaning of human life were questioned, the entire flimsy structure would fall under its own weight.
If only the human mind would be as selective in its questioning as in its perception, the wall of false assumption that separates the human consciousness from the totality of its natural inheritance would, and did, crumble and disintegrate.
Is it not reasonable that there is no compromise possible in this? Either all things die, or else they live and cannot die. Is it not reasonable that life cannot be partial? Life is of the mind and in the mind. The body neither lives nor dies, because it cannot contain you who are Life. The body is merely a symbol of what you think you are and is clearly a separation device which does not exist. Time, for which death is the witness, is but a point of view imposed on eternity and serves merely as a justification to maintain your own will separate from Universal Mind.
Within this kingdom the ego rules, and cruelly. And to defend this little speck of dust it bids you fight against the universe. This fragment of your mind is such a tiny part of
it that, could you but appreciate the whole, you would see instantly that it is like the smallest sunbeam to the sun, or like the faintest ripple on the surface of the ocean. Think how alone and frightened is this little thought, this infinitesimal illusion, holding itself apart against the universe. The sun becomes the sunbeam's "enemy" that would devour it, and the ocean terrifies the little ripple and wants to swallow it.
Time and death are co-conspirators with your belief in your own limitation. Do not accept life as defined by death. Would you remain within your tiny kingdom, a sorry king, a bitter ruler of all that he surveys, who looks on nothing yet who would still die to defend it? Meanwhile, like to the sun and ocean your Self continues, unmindful that this tiny part regards itself as you.
All around you, and all about you and all in you there is an entirely new world of happy love and light. It is always and only what you have been seeking. It is your purpose for being here. And right now, in this Holy Instant, it is excitingly awaiting your simple decision not to die. So, it's up to you… These are your instructions: This is your wake-up call. Let it be so, and it will always have been.