is a whimsical flight of fancy that exposes the irrationality of the
It is the impossible idea of limitation imposed by nothing on
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
It is the meaningless attempt to paste time upon Eternity as if form
could somehow blot out Timelessness.
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.
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.
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.”
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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...
are your instructions: This is your wake–up call. Let it be so, and it
will always have been.