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IT’S TIME AT LAST TO LOOK WITH 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.

 Glad
glad@endeavoracademy.com
 


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