#understanding death

[meaningfall]

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C. A. Singh • Fragmented Rest

4-6-20

[aquiloqueteescribo]

“Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life” 

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood 

[entp-dudette]

This is so weird, I want to die but not because my life is sad but because I want to experience death. For me I think just dying will provide so many answers. Is it just me?

[buzz-london]

What happens after DEATH | Attaining MOKSHA | SPIRITS & more Violent Truths about Aghoris

Is Aghora the quickest way to achieve spiritual evolution? Do Aghoris do disgusting and abhorrent things as a part of their training? What h

What happens after DEATH | Attaining MOKSHA | SPIRITS & more Violent Truths about Aghoris

Is Aghora the quickest way to achieve spiritual evolution? Do Aghoris do disgusting and abhorrent things as a part of their training? What happens to our soul after death?

In this episode, the revered Aghori Guru, Guru Pashupati Ji answers these questions and more about Aghoris.

Join the conversation as you discover more about the path of Aghora, death, spirits, and immortality.

[shilparoy]

Death Demystified

We are living through times where we have been forced to encounter death in more ways than one. It seems to be coming closer to us making us feel cornered. There seems to be no way out. There seems to be no place to hide. Simply speaking, it has scared the shit out of a lot of us. It used to scare me too until …

I once read that the easiest way to overcome fear about something was to understand…

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[head-of-flowers]

Death will catch you up.

We all die someday: a simple truth that is, at once, the most difficult to grasp and the most impossible to escape. Dragging us back into its disorienting, never relenting clutches most frequently are those unexpected deaths. Hitting us so nearly, we clutch our frenzied hearts, wondering in dismay how we have made it this far.

Free-write // 27 June 2013

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[veuveperdue]

Nearing Munich

“Yesterday (though still Saturday for me) is a blur. I woke at 5 am with full bladder and to the happy tunes of the pre-dawn birds outside. I fell into little naps, woke with the alarm at 8:30, snoozed until 9:30 enjoying being stretched out on a bed—something I won’t have again for many, many hours.

I called N, only to have G answer. She said N couldn’t speak with me, she told me the doctor was there with him. Slowly, I begin to unravel. She told me he hadn’t slept all night, and was “confused.” She had called the doctor because N was nauseous all night long and the doc suggested pills as well as sleeping pills— but more importantly, he suggested that N be hospitalized until the radiotherapy is done. N of course said no.

I explain to G that I cannot get on the plane without hearing his voice and will call later before I leave for the airport. He answers when I do, he sounds out of breath, but when I ask him how he is, he tells me, “Getting better.”

I tell him I’m leaving for the airport and heading back to him. To this he says, “This is excellent news.” This keeps my tears at bay for a few moments more.

Part of me has tried to really consider what I am about to face. The other part of me simply sat and stared at the rain drops racing down the massive windows at the airport; my left thumb playing with my wedding ring, twisting it over and over and over. My book ‘Spook City,’ open on my lap, in my other hand, the Tibetan Endless Knot, P [my brother in law] had given N—which N entrusted me with—for luck… I play with my ring and the charm and simply stare. Simply wishing for help in healing N; G and I can’t do this alone. The main person I need on board with me, the one who has to fight and be positive is N himself…

As far as the rest of it, the future, I can’t get past just wanting to be home, by his side, holding him, enfolding him in my love and hope.

However, I also cannot get over the guilt and responsibility I feel. My pathological fear of his falling ill has become real. It’s become a chicken and egg puzzle in my mind. Then I wonder how I could have been more militant about his taking care of himself, of seeing another doctor other than the idiot who dismissed this as bronchitis. Dismissed it three times as bronchitis, giving him cough syrup and medications. I suddenly want blood.

But I never wanted to be a nag to N, but if I had been more persistent, could I have prevented us from being here in this place? G tells me now is not the time for regrets or guilt. She is right— it is wasted energy.

I haven’t slept on the flight at all. I tried to read but my eyes only move over letters, they mean nothing.”

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