My mom died last year at age 93 (I was seventy), and it was still a big event to swallow. I felt like I was seven. Shortly after that, I began thinking about how I was taught to look at death – like it is the end of life. Thinking deeper into the matter, I now believe my first interpretation of death (it’s the end of life), is a huge misunderstanding.
Death is not the end, but rather, it’s the beginning of a new life. I believe that when we die, we walk through the door to a brightness far beyond anything we experience in this physical realm of existence.
I believe that there really is nothing ugly about death; but out of our fear of death (often coming from religious teachings), we’ve made the word scary and detestable.
The fear of death arises because we see death from the outside; it’s always someone else who dies: their breathing stops, their heart stops beating, that person who used to walk and talk is now just a corpse (so it seems).
What I now believe death really is – is the transformation of life from a physical body to a celestial body. And, I believe it is experienced as a great journey by the person passing over into that new realm of existence. What makes it difficult to accept this is that we cannot know the journey from the outside. From outside, we only see symptoms of a physical demise, and we misinterpret what we see. These symptoms make us afraid.
I believe that everyone who dies of their physical form (everyone who experiences death from the inside), loses all fear of death in the moment the passing over occurs.
That’s what I believe.