Can we ever really come to terms with Death? Making Friends With an Undesirable Unavoidable Partner.

And, Yea Though I Walk Through the Valley Of The Shadow Of Death
And, Yea Though I Walk Through the Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

MODE Of Cosmic Therapy : When We were Born, We Began Learning How to Die

Behind our pretentious mask, lurks the realization that we have one authentic desire: to find something, anything that really matters. True desire is a funny thing. If it’s genuine, “IT” must manifest.

According to one ancient esoteric law, manifestation occurs when we realize we don’t want or need the ‘object of our desire’ anymore. In other words, when we’re no longer separated from ourselves, by conflict; we can and do get anything we want.

What prevents us from finding and activating that unity within? The fear of death. Most often times, mortals live in deep conflict and continue to do so for a very long time. Inconsistency is another word that better describes the obvious division existing within man. “…a double minded man is unstable in all his ways…” (Paraphrased) We want to live so badly but we know for certain, we are going to die. It's a contradiction in terms, we none get over.

 

Contradiction forms itself in the midst of insincerity. The obvious apprehension associated with the idea of death produces an acute inability to communicate honestly and effectively. At our base lurks a finite unappeased agony. Antagonistic behavior, whether managed, maintained and controlled appropriately, reveals itself in a myriad of deflated obvious ways.

It’s certainly no accident that human beings resent others profusely while at the same time smile through their elephant tusks of helpfulness obligingly. We want someone to help us out of our impending dire situation of an inevitable end, but no one is there.

We envision human beings, who are otherwise intelligent, curious, eager, invigorated, interesting, lively, spontaneous, fun-loving creatures, could find a way to bridge the 'revolving gap of scrutiny' of endless confusion but to no avail.

Although painfully shy, inhibited, insecure and afraid, humans do whatever is in their power to offset these unnatural characteristics by ‘putting on the Sunday Best’ exaggerating, and acting so superficially nice when in the company of those they want to impress, but at home turn into vicious tyrannical beasts because of this same underlying anxiety.

We don't want our lives, or the lives of those we love, to end. But, end, it must.(without our approval, consent or affirmation) Life is merciful in one respect, however; it smooths some of its crispy edges love enables things to happen curving the rigid line of discontent and phoniness.

For in the end---and somewhere in between--- we all must eventually face the bleak reality, ‘what are we gonna do about the nonnegotiable fact we're gonna die’?

Human beings live as if they’re immortal; which in fact, we are, but not mindfully experienced on the day-to-day existence of building relationships, having babies, formulating careers, depicting, applying our chosen religious views and settling for a designated path. It feels cruel and unjust to do all we possibly can and then it end, just like that!

 

Death must be encountered and redeemed! Sooner or later, we all come to terms with our obvious mortality and how pleased or displeased we are with the time have used while strolling through planet Earth. Gossip, backbiting, erroneous envying, competing, comparing, cheating, lying, and not forgiving seem to take a back seat to the idea of dying.

Some people say it takes patience to live a fully integrated life with no regrets. I say it takes incorporating pure raw unadulterated pleasure! Human beings are intuitively pleasure seeking creatures.We are divinely imbued with bliss at our deepest core; in, for and of pleasure

Sacred Sensual Pleasure evokes authenticity!

 No time for foolish acts of depravity in the consciousness of ignorant prejudice or demoralizing scenes of hating/blaming/accusing our fellow man.

When we are so immeasurably content doing what it is we are passionate about, we have nothing but warm compassionately instilled thoughts for others. Instead of filling ourselves with overburdened worries, concerns, obligations, and responsibilities, bursting at the seams, in tension, disappointment and depression, why not let go of the excessive striving and take hold of the emancipating circular jiving?

We were not created to live in a lulled world of self-pity, self-concern, and self-involvement regarding how much we are accumulating, and how educated we are and in what position does our reputation rank according to the feeble standards of the world. What does that matter? We are going to die, remember?

We were created to gyrate, pulsate, and vibrate to the sound of our own primal instinctive rhythm of the soul.

We are incapable of addressing our deepest sacred sexual artistic needs and desires when so hung up on the ideas of financial success, physical fitness, beauty, authoritative control, and worldly power and position.

Though we go through the waxed imitative motions each day, underneath our pretentious facade wreaks a hungry monster of gnarling discontent. We travel in and out of conversations, smiling, part time, complaining most times, and then screaming silently from our gut all the time!

We will have to deal with the intense soul-awakening journey completely alone in order to discover the liberating secret that death hides. It’s not something we can continue to push under the rug of complacency.

Death is our greatest ally! He is our friend and most passionate lover of our soul’s intent. No other compensation will offer such rewardful solace as the heart to heart conversation with our impending death. We were born to learn how to die; that’s actuality in the blizzard blanketed wintertime. Beautiful and serene!!!

 

Here’s the MODE of Cosmic Therapy esoteric psychological cosmic deal: We are carrying a marvelous secret wrapped in the 'whiter than snow' linen cloth of death! “IT” is a secret so profound, when exposed, unspoiled welcomed. Incalculable indescribable transformation takes place in the twinkling of an eye.

This radical transformation occurs in spite of us and our attempted interference to postpone its certainty. Nothing happens by accident. Every single event that transpires in our life happens for a Divine Reason and that sacred reason is attached to our specific demise. We will get it done. We will not be cut short or inhibited in our specific journey.

 

We don’t know the reason for life; nor are we aware of any truth behind the reason for death. But what we can know is that “Death” knows all. Death is designed to enter so ‘naturally and conveniently’; (whether expected or not) .We will be utterly surprised by the simplicity of the accessed 'change of form'.

A one-time designated appointment with the infamous taskmaster of life bids us to live to the fullest in all of our endeavors. He will one day arrive to take us away from this entirely infused splendor but rest assured not a moment too soon. No death occurs before its exact and precise time.It's impossible.

 

Death can be our best friend if we allow his company to aid us in our personal quests. He demands we get honest, real while we sacredly sensually artistically pump every ounce of life into our veins throughout our otherwise mundane activities.

The irresolute truth of the divine breath flowing effortlessly through our warm body stands while the rest of unresolved paranoia falls away. Bottom line: do whatever it is that makes our heart pump stronger. Enthusiastic vitality is ours for the executing.

Death is the ultimate celebration of a life thoroughly courageously passionately artistically sexually lived! If we ignore the reality of the innate impetus to connect with others on the same path, we will miss out on a tremendously vital self-orgasmic secret.

By making friends with death, we won’t have to continue with self-defeating feelings of guilt, remorse, inferiority and blame. No longer afraid because we don’t know how or what to do with the nebulous unworthy and shameful feelings we've accumulated throughout the years; death will teach us to let go permanently and live with utter passion effectively!

How long can we persuade ourselves and others that we're not a phony (that we have it all together)? That we're not driven by a need to impress? That we can and do act spontaneously, without expressing the superfluous need to apologize, defend, and excuse our various words and actions?

We can try to avoid him; continue to hide from that ever present need to find our innate gifts and express them but we will be continually miserable and THEN we'll die.

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