Tag: Death

Suffering and Joy are same to the Soul

All souls within all beings quietly rejoice in all of life’s movements, i.e. both joy and suffering. Yes. Because it’s simply here within each to experience all things. Like all the rides in amusement parks; some are fun and some are scary, and some are thrilling, all the more they are all used and present in the park. Most end up riding all kinds of rides.

Truth is the soul sees no difference between one’s joy and suffering. It simply observes experiences the magnitude of both without interference, through its presence within the body. We are only the sensor, our soul is the true experiencer and the god the unknown is the ultimate seer or observer and the final experiencer. This is a difficult truth.

This is realized in a moment or few moments because it is temporary and cannot be permanent. But when you are lucky enough to connect with your soul, in that brief moment you will immediately realize both suffering and joy is immaterial. And there is immense gratitude for your mere existence itself. That is a truly profound realization that can only be remembered after but cannot be continually experienced or sustained.

You can through strict meditation, and in extreme states achieve that reconnection and clarity again. This cannot be taught or formulated down. It can be spoken of like this, poorly! It is a self realization that anyone can attain and it is a true state. But our existential reality is the counter weight to this duality of life and understanding perhaps for good practical reasons of life. I have lot more questions too. I know it sounds ridiculous to conclude suffering and joy are same to the soul. But that’s the learning. Be well.

Death Is Return

Death is Return. – understanding this multidimensional meaning and then gaining acceptance of it is one of the most difficult, emotional and complex thought a human can experience in their lifetime. Its counterintuitive a runaway knowledge. Because its the deliverance of the finite from the infinite. Its the knowledge of closure, departure from thats so dearly loved and attended to. This awareness is a last principle, not a first, implying its an artifact of a conscious journey. This truth mustn’t give joy nor sorrow, but profound peace in knowing of the cycle of life, and the strip down to the nameless soul. What happens, thats later. One does not arrive to this thoughtfully alone but experientially, religion can be a bandaid logic here, for the pious it can even help heal but with misinterpretations of afterlife. Death is return, birth in every sense is Departure (later). Most find it easier to live to ignore, deny, refute and acutely suffer in the absence of this understanding. I’m no exception but…

Give em peace at least after

Hey……at least in death give him peace and to those who deeply grieve some solace; to send him off the very last time. But how can you …..oh you are as… dead as the rest of you wondering with shredding souls and withering bones.

Lost 1

Recently lost a loved one to ignorance, cultural dogma, overcrowding, derivative pollution, poor infrastructure and absolute folly. I couldn’t nor didn’t do thing to prevent it. Now what and why does any of my accomplishments matter?

A death

A death in a friends family, made me sad of course. But it was then I realized something about truth.

Truth often can be said with least number of words and perhaps even with long pauses of silence. Truth can be said without words sometimes too. Truth is simple yet powerful.

Death is a complicated, yet basic and profound fact of life, yet I know many of us haven’t comprehended it and some of us are forced to comprehend it due to someone special leaving us.

People generally have a prepared a mental agreement to face death, a death at very old age is accepted, a good death is almost cheered at the old age, a sudden death at an old age is even accepted.

But all other death is scary and hits our depths and gathers all our fears and inequities.

Truth is I am scared of my loved ones death than my own in that context, shakes me to the point of sudden immense grief and immovability. I can never be prepared, how can one be when they can love another. I am confused of my own end of consciousness, too hard to believe such a day will come. I sometimes want a warriors mind, like those in battle. Fate is decided only actions are left, and no one cares including the warrior. The strength and will is so powerful that death is just another action, perhaps the last act. Only actions are counted, remembered.