by Julian Rose
11 June 2016
from
ZenGardner Website
Spanish version
There's no point in pretending it's
something not to think about...
We do anyway, don't we? But it's how we
think about it that matters - and how we feel about it, even more
so.
Carlos Castaneda rivets our
attention on the ever imminent reality in proclaiming the Shaman's
rule:
that unless one can stand face to
face with the unflinching reality of death - one is unsuited to
the role of warrior traveler.
Now some might retort,
"We are not aspiring to be warriors
anyway, so why make a big deal out of it?"
OK, but let's not confuse the more
standard war-like connotation of that word 'warrior' with its
further meaning as:
warrior traveler.
You see the 'traveler' factor is very
significant; it means something that moves, that is not static.
It suggests a continuing exploration, a
voyage, change an unfolding event, doesn't it? Many reading this are
no doubt warrior travelers in the making; brave explorers within the
divine drama of life.
But many more might wish to be, yet feel a little fearful of the
many unknowns that face the would be initiate. I suggest that we all
recognize this dilemma and share the insecurities and questions it
raises within us.
So, just like any of life's innumerable hurdles, we can start by
looking at 'passing' as a creative challenge. There is clearly an
art to dying just as there is an art to living.
The question is,
what might that art be... and will
we be lucky enough to have a generous and largely pain-free
space of quietude in which to perform it?
That would indeed be a blessing.
I'll have a stab at answering these rhetorical questions, but please
bear in mind that they are my particular take on this - and I don't
pretend to suggest otherwise. This is a flight of the intuitive led
imagination.
If dying is an art, then the first thing is to recognize is that it
is 'art in progress', as it were...
We are talking about 'transition,' are we not? We are talking about
moving through different states of existence. And so as to make as
smooth a transition as possible, we can benefit from preparing
ourselves in certain ways.
All artists have to embrace the discipline of practicing and
developing their skills, otherwise their talents are wasted. So we
too can benefit from some discipline as our prelude to the act of
passing.
Thus the art of dying may be enhanced by arranging a few practice
sessions before finding ourselves (our
souls) on this journey - whether we like it or not.
I have explored the possible nature of this transition as an
extension of the discipline known as
Hatha Yoga - and have gradually
come to sense what it could be like.
This comes through the widely practiced discipline of 'complete
relaxation' which is performed at the completion of the various
stretches that comprise the majority of Hatha Yoga techniques.
Many, I'm sure, will already know about
this relaxation technique. 'Complete relaxation' is about
letting go.
So, I believe, is transitioning. Lying
on one's back with arms out to the side, one let's all the stuff of
daily life fall away, to be pulled down to the centre of the Earth;
using a type of downward gravity that applies itself to the abstract
thought process.
These largely useless thoughts are then consumed by a fire at the
Earth's core; and the pure energy, stripped of its burdensome
weight, floats upwards into the cosmos.
The trick to releasing this energy is to
abandon one's self completely to Source; Divine, Supreme Creator -
or whatever force one feels brought one into this cycle of existence
in the first place. For it is that same force that will take us
home.
While spread-eagled on one's back one gives one's self over to
benign universal powers and requests to be cleansed and healed:
to loose one's "I-dentity"; the
dispensing
of ego.
So as to let all the 'I' centered
thoughts fall away, until a deep calm and lightness of being
prevails and a subtle sense of becoming spirit gradually takes over.
One might then experience a subtle sense
of floating upwards, just as the weight of the physical body falls
away.
It is here, at this gentle point of separation between material
physicality and spirit ether that we get something akin to a memory
of transitioning into the vastness of the infinite. Infinite love. A
dimension state named 'heaven' in the texts of old.
On the first part of this journey the presence of brilliant rays of
light become manifest.
Soon those photons are experienced as a
state of being. Light as a state of being. Soul and light conjoined
as one; expanding in intensity on the vibratory notes of a swelling
symphonic resonance.
The speed of ascent may then quicken as 'spirit I' is pulled rapidly
towards a magnetic point of great radiant power. It is here where a
profound cleansing is initiated, causing our soul seed to merge into
a great pool of highly energetic fecund plasma; freed of all
molecular Earth bound energies that were a requirement of dealing
with third density worldly existence.
It is here where the soul seed (what
remains of 'us') is melded into the vibratory expression of Essence
itself.
Essence, vibrating at such a high velocity that it forms an oasis of
profound stillness. The omnipotent melding of the dual. That which
encompasses both Alpha and Omega points as One. 'The' One...
That is the culmination of the outward journey. And also the
culmination of an inward journey.
The inward and outward journeys arrive at the same source point they
started from.
From here is fired the ecstatic 'birthing cosmos' double spiral. The
re-beginning. Blasting the seed of fresh awakening life, back out
into the next great unfolding cycle:
a further phase of the adventure of
'our' purified spirit.
Either re-experiencing life on Earth as
the baby emerging from the womb of woman, or proceeding on another
journey, guided by Source, to perform a role which gives further
service to universal awakening.
As regards our individual journeys, well, they will be determined by
our
karma.
Each journey is unique, yet in many
other respects, similar. But the transition from 'material' life to
'spirit after-life' and onward into higher densities - or back to
third density material existence
once again - has one thing in
common for all of us:
its astounding mystery!
An intriguing part of this mystery
surrounds the question:
who decides if we return again to
planet Earth?
It is my belief that we decide.
But only if and when we have achieved
(or maintained) a state of conscious awareness during the majority
of our time on Earth.
Anyhow, a joyful embracing of 'the great mystery' is itself a vital
factor in moving outward, onward and upward. In saying this, I'm not
advocating a denial of true scientific exploration. When genuine and
passionate, this complements our intuitive awareness.
Not so long ago, such a sense of mystery echoed out from the well
thumbed pages of little books of fairy stories.
Our eager young minds were opened as
were our eyes, by the sense of wonder and anticipation which these
tales invoked in us. That sense of mystery needs to prevail
throughout our lives and into our passing, in spite of the ultra
crude attempts being made to flatten, denigrate and ultimately
destroy the living joy which is our birthright and cause to be.
After all,
-
Is it possible to observe
sparkling water, swooping birds and gleaming forests - in
fact any facet of the bounty of nature - without a sense of
wonder?
-
Where are we if we can no longer
innerly rejoice at the miraculous emanations of the great
cycle of life and death?
-
Where are we if we cannot be
overcome, from time to time, by the astounding wealth of
diversity and mystery that underscores the unfathomable
journey which we are all on?
-
Where are we if we see in all
this simply the ordinary, the inert and the functional?
-
Where are we if it all comes
down to just some sort of routine mediocrity, some soulless
daily ordeal?
As the epitaph on the tombstone in an
English graveyard declares,
"Here lies John Adams. The fact that
he died does not guarantee that he lived."
And that's just it...
To die well we have to live well. That
means fully and generously, seizing every chance we have to fully
utilize our potentiality, imagination and creative aspirations.
Using them to bring justice to an unjust
world.
To boldly confront deceit
with truth.
That is the prerogative attached to being 'human', and that which
makes us proud of being human. A state we cannot accomplish when cut
off from our fellow earthlings or when seeking solely to secure our
own self interests or narcissistic ambitions. That is a road which
runs counter to our deepest callings.
It results in the fact that death becomes a much feared event.
Feared because death most assuredly
terminates the willful cravings of the ego. Most surely shreds the
puffed-up vanities of narcissism and most surely confers upon its
carrier further cycles of atonement, before 'the passing' is able to
bring about a true freedom of spirit and an onward journey of joyous
exaltation.
Yes, to die well, we must live well, in which we include giving
others a leg-up on the road of life wherever possible - so that they
may have the chance to shine and find the divine in themselves.
Giving a lift to those who can benefit
from our help, whatever their walk of life, whatever their failings
or seeming faults - that is a fundamental expression of service to
humanity which we are bound to put into action.
For in the end that person and us are unified in our
struggle, sharing the same emotional pulls, needs and internal and
external agonies and ecstasies.
-
Is there not one great pool of
consciousness in which all we 'human' beings find shared
commonality?
-
And isn't it imperceptibly
rising at this very time?
-
Are not the walls of
'difference' steadily breaking down?
For, at the centre of this pool of
consciousness, is the cyclic mysterious ferment which has no
observable life or death, but just an ever expanding IS.
And that is where we are heading at the
completion of our temporal physical existence on planet Earth. And
that is where we all came from 'once upon a time'. That eternal,
supreme and boundless state, at once all time and at once no time.
That is what death has in store for us.
Rejoice in this, a great initiation
indeed...!
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