Saturday, February 22, 2014

The Joy of Death

One of my fur-family is dying right now as I write. My little pet rat Merry has reached the end of his life. His transition has been going on a few days and I've been essentially doing hospice care for him. In about an hour, I must take him into the vet for help in his transition.

This doesn't bother me.

Not being bothered doesn't mean I'm not sad. I'm still grieving, of course. I love him, and I don't want to say goodbye. Who does?

How I'm dealing with it is that I am just observing the pain within me. Grief is just my ego believing it's getting left behind and "losing" him. Ego is that little voice in your head that is convinced you are separate from the All. My Spirit (Higher Self, Atman, Buddha Within, Jesus Within, whatever you want to call it) is perfectly content. It's still in contact with Home, and everyone I've ever loved that's already Gone Home -- so it knows that my darling little one isn't going anywhere he's not at already this very moment. All he's doing is shedding his physical body, which has worn out as they all do. It's given him and me a wonderful time together, but entropy is a fact and so now it's time to give the body back to the Earth so it can nourish other beings.

So how do you deal with it?

People are so dreadfully afraid of death, even though we know that we all must face it one day. I've watched many, many people both human and non-human go through the dying process. I've had pets and worked with animals all my life. Most animals have far shorter life spans than a human does, so confronting death is inevitable when you work with them or live with them on a regular basis. Like everyone else, I also have human family that is older than me and many no longer have physical bodies now. I've even had a few that went on due to tragic accidents and crime.

The most profound death for me that I've witnessed so far has been watching my mother's. The dying process took a long time for her, and it was insanely hard. She was sadly a very mentally ill and a very miserable person, so her death was NOT easy or pleasant. She committed a form of suicide by neglecting herself to death, and her body decayed pretty much before our eyes. It was a little like watching a family member turn into a literal zombie. It was a pretty horrifying and deeply traumatizing experience for my brother and I to watch.

Things seemed pretty bleak and pointless at the time. Was this what I had to look forward to? Pain, terror, entropy, and then destruction? Everything I am and was just going to be worm food and my name forgotten to the annals of time? Literal Heaven or Hell?

My mom sure made it seem that way, but something deep within me didn't quite believe that was actually true. Something wasn't adding up, and kept nagging at me. I couldn't put my finger on it, and I wanted to know what it was.

The experience spurred me into really sitting down and studying everything I possibly could about death. Books and articles written by spiritual masters, looking into Near Death Experiences, walking through and meditating in graveyards, listening to the stories of folks who were dying, and even looking up pictures of corpses in various states of decay. I meditated deeply on it all, trying to sort out the confusing glut of information.

I won't lie -- it was really pretty terrifying and haunting at times, but "Going to the places that scare you" has been the best practical advice I've ever taken.

Over and over, I have seen consistency in reports from all over the world from folks who work intimately with the dying, the dead, and from people who have even BEEN dead but come back: Death is not a bad thing. What's on the other side is Home...the very thing we look for all our lives here on Earth and try to recreate constantly in meditation and spiritual experiences. We're never actually apart from it, but the condition of being here on Earth has a degree of mental separation that plagues us with lies. You can connect with it anytime during your life that you want.

It's taking quite a few years of training, but now I understand that death is actually a joyful event. Dying can be very painful and scary of course, but honestly, if you think about it, so is being born. A newborn baby's first cry is one of confusion, terror, and pain, but it's still ultimately a joyful event.

That's how life works. Getting or leaving a physical body can be a very tough (or startlingly easy) process. It doesn't mean it's bad, evil, or wrong. Our perceptions are the things that make it awful or make it great. At the point of birth or the point of death, our perceptions tend to drop off and we are closest to living in a state of pure being.

I've learned how we prepare for that is entirely a choice. I work daily at practicing the skills I will need in the future when it's my time to go. I am trying to live every day as if it's my last. I know that sounds morbid, but when you get to the point of not having much fear of death or dying (which I have), that actually is an incredibly rich and fulfilling way to live. Suddenly a lot of pointless garbage just drops out of your life and you live genuinely with less stress and far more happiness. You get in tune with your inner purpose and start working to make the world a happier place. Anxiety, worry, and grief become mild and non-disruptive.

I call death "going Home." Whatever "Home" means to you, that's what it is. I can't tell you what's on the other side any more than anybody else. That's not the point, anyway. The point is that you can connect with it right here and now and lose your fear.

That alone is worth doing.

Namaste.

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