Anyone ever feel the sensation or presence of Death not as an entity but an energy that reveals itself through your reality as you experience it, in various forms (smell of decaying flesh, Crows, other synchronicities that you make connections with) for your senses to perceive and mind to think about? Whenever this occurs to me, there is an initial bodily fear in response to this dense energy that is always beyond my usual experience of life and grasps hold of my consciousness and slows everything down until "time stands still," which I interpret as my life energy diminishing from this reality or as "hell" in the fear I was experiencing... all to reveal it's lesson. This energy to me is a teacher that comes to me when I am lacking in the joy of existance and unconditional Love. In response I am overcome with bliss and Love for every form of Life knowing everything is life itself and we are a temporary form of it's awareness. It feels depressing remembering some of the things I have said or done to other forms of myself (others), but then recentering in the eternal now awareness I am encouraged to spread this timeless yet new appreciation and gratitude for everything and everyone that led to the formation of who this vessel is and is operated by and for everything that is presented to me through my now awareness. Namaste
Again and again Men come in with birth and go out with death One in three are followers of life One in three are followers of death And those just passing from life to death also number one in three But they all die in the end Why is this so? Because they clutch to life and cling to this passing world I hear that one who lives by his own truth is not like this He walks without making footprints in this world Going about, he does not fear the rhinoceros or tiger Entering a battlefield, he does not fear sharp weapons For in him the rhino can find no place to pitch its horn The tiger no place to fix its claw The soldier no place to thrust his blade Why is this so? Because he dwells in that place where death cannot enter --- When Chuang Tzu's wife died, his friend Hui Tzu came to offer his condolences and found Chuang Tzu hunkered down, drumming on a potter pan and singing. Hui Tzu said, “You lived with her, raised children with her, and grew old together. Even weeping is not enough, but now you are drumming and singing. Is it a bit too much?†Chuang Tzu said, “That is not how it is. When she just died, how could I not feel grief? But I looked deeply into it and saw that she was lifeless before she was born. She was also formless and there was not any energy. Somewhere in the vast imperceptible universe there was a change, an infusion of energy, and then she was born into form, and into life. Now the form has changed again, and she is dead. Such death and life are like the natural cycle of the four seasons. My dead wife is now resting between heaven and earth. If I wail at the top of my voice to express my grief, it would certainly show a failure to understand what is fated. Therefore I stopped.â€