Sunday, February 18, 2007
Fear of Death at the University of Florida
Hmmm. Fear of death. Is that the same as fear of life? It must be for death is a part of life. Any part of life faced with anxiety is fear of living. What a great trip it’s been. Can’t wait to come back and skate through it again.
We don’t go toward the light. We are the light. We are magnificent perfection. Here we play the children’s games in costume. We take on roles and play on a grid that permits us to act out our thoughts safely. We share the stage with many points of light and hence the varying thoughts create the world: collective consciousness. This is good because it lends to flexibility while we pass an insignificant amount of “time” here on this place called Earth in the thing entitled “the Galaxy Milky Way.” We are the sum of the parts and we are whole.
We are not judged for our deeds here on Earth. Oh what an imperfect God that would be to stamp us with the official “God seal of approval.” That logic grows from dysfunctional families we are born into that play Cinderella games and fill our tender minds with dribble in order to muddy our once clear and perceptive thought. But this too is a part of the game. Someone has to play the bad guy. Many take the evil seriously enough to hit the “delete” key before their chosen path has been completed. That’s cool. They will return on a new course to challenge their light.
Fear of death? It comes in the package our consciounesses create. Fear this, fear that. Fear the government. Fear the police. Fear the IRS. Every now and then someone utters the truth and Madison Avenue types come along and cash in on the phrase. “There’s nothing to fear but fear itself.” We create fear. It is NOT natural. We do not fear falling. We fear stopping. Seldom do we really want the game to end. Seldom do we want to “go home for dinner.” As children we loved to drop off of things. No fear. In swimming classes at the YMCA the children were instructed to “bang the bleachers” with their hands so the swim instructors could insure these surrogate babes weren’t naturally drawn to the water to become one with the wetness. We create fear with our imaginations.
We are born as love. We lose the definition of love and chase it throughout our lives. We are taught it is found in another person. We are taught it’s in a religion. We are taught all wrong. That’s okay. It’s all part of the nonsensical rules to a child’s game. When we understand that love is within and not without; we learn to love our own self and we blossom.
Fear of death? The animals and plants we surround ourselves with remind us each and everyday that from this misnomer “death” comes life. The fallen tree in the forest harbors new life and is equally important as when it’s stood strong and straight. Obviously death isn’t all that bad when it harbors the hives that create honey. I love death. I embrace it. But it knows that, so it does not haunt my life. Love is all there is. Unfortunately they commercialized that too. But it’s part of the game!
We don’t go toward the light. We are the light. We are magnificent perfection. Here we play the children’s games in costume. We take on roles and play on a grid that permits us to act out our thoughts safely. We share the stage with many points of light and hence the varying thoughts create the world: collective consciousness. This is good because it lends to flexibility while we pass an insignificant amount of “time” here on this place called Earth in the thing entitled “the Galaxy Milky Way.” We are the sum of the parts and we are whole.
We are not judged for our deeds here on Earth. Oh what an imperfect God that would be to stamp us with the official “God seal of approval.” That logic grows from dysfunctional families we are born into that play Cinderella games and fill our tender minds with dribble in order to muddy our once clear and perceptive thought. But this too is a part of the game. Someone has to play the bad guy. Many take the evil seriously enough to hit the “delete” key before their chosen path has been completed. That’s cool. They will return on a new course to challenge their light.
Fear of death? It comes in the package our consciounesses create. Fear this, fear that. Fear the government. Fear the police. Fear the IRS. Every now and then someone utters the truth and Madison Avenue types come along and cash in on the phrase. “There’s nothing to fear but fear itself.” We create fear. It is NOT natural. We do not fear falling. We fear stopping. Seldom do we really want the game to end. Seldom do we want to “go home for dinner.” As children we loved to drop off of things. No fear. In swimming classes at the YMCA the children were instructed to “bang the bleachers” with their hands so the swim instructors could insure these surrogate babes weren’t naturally drawn to the water to become one with the wetness. We create fear with our imaginations.
We are born as love. We lose the definition of love and chase it throughout our lives. We are taught it is found in another person. We are taught it’s in a religion. We are taught all wrong. That’s okay. It’s all part of the nonsensical rules to a child’s game. When we understand that love is within and not without; we learn to love our own self and we blossom.
Fear of death? The animals and plants we surround ourselves with remind us each and everyday that from this misnomer “death” comes life. The fallen tree in the forest harbors new life and is equally important as when it’s stood strong and straight. Obviously death isn’t all that bad when it harbors the hives that create honey. I love death. I embrace it. But it knows that, so it does not haunt my life. Love is all there is. Unfortunately they commercialized that too. But it’s part of the game!
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