A Short Essay on Death and Dying
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Imagine that you are now well over ninety years of age; the time for passing from this life has come; you lie in bed waiting for the inevitable. You’re not drugged. There is no pain. Your mind is clear, and your memory takes you back over the lifetime you’ve led. What would be of importance then? What would come up? Where and to what would your attention go? For those moments before we die – assuming we’re not in trauma – are peaceful enough once we accept. And accept we must, for we can do nothing else.
The Agnostic keeps an open mind.
The atheist thinks that consciousness will stop, perhaps darkness will descend, and there will be no more. Providing he or she can accept that there is no drama. The agnostic keeps an open mind, he or she might attempt to stay alert to see just what happens in this moment of transition. Will it result in nothingness? void? oblivion? And the real believer will await, perhaps with some trepidation, to the anxiety of being judged and perhaps found wanting. It would all depend, of course, upon those religious beliefs.
A Short Essay on Death and Dying.
But what are beliefs except concepts in the mind; concepts that have solidified to the extent that the change in them is almost static. You could say they are ideas carved into stone. But if our mind is in our brain and our brain will disintegrate and go back to the dust from whence it came, what happens to the beliefs? Such thoughts might well go through the mirror of consciousness as we lie there on our deathbed.
A Typical Christian War Cemetary beautifully kept.
Two out of three don't remember a thing - but what about that third person?
There are some statitics that show that roughly one out of three who have a near death experience (NDE) and ‘die temporarily’ do experience all manner of strange goings on: the bright light, the seeing of old friends, et cetera. But two out of three come back to say that in the ‘death situation’ there is nothing. They have no memory of anything. But then again, this is often the case when we wake up in the morning after a sound sleep. It proves nothing.
Our whole lives flash before our eyes.
It has often been said that when we are in a life-and-death situation that our whole lives flash before our eyes. We see it as it is, and as it was. Well, perhaps not our whole lives, but certainly the significant parts of it. But what would arise at that time as being significant? Would it be how important we became? Would being a celebrity be important then? Would our consciousness be drawn to how much money we made? Or how many brand new BMW cars we owned over our ninety plus years? I rather suspect not.
Bomana War Cemetary, Owen Stanley Mountains, Papua-New Guinea.
A Short Essay on Death and Dying.
As it was, I did get our of my predicament. I did survive. Whether I really learned my lesson I cannot say. I went back pretty well much to being the same sort of person I was before, except now I had the knowledge that imminent and impending death can be faced without the terror some might expect. It wasn’t so bad after all.
Live a loving life.
So what is the point of this hub? And will the point of it make any difference at all to those who read it? Well, I like to think with some it will. Others it will not. We have to accept the fact that we cannot motivate or influence everybody. But we can motivate those who are ready for it. So my message is: Love yourself. Love those who are closest to you. And, if your can, love as many people as you can. And live a loving life. Take loving actions. For it is the actions you take – not simply you thoughts about people – that are likely to be your last thoughts as the life that you are leaves its worn out shell to return home from when it came.
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