Death Or Rebirth?

On a tombstone: Remember man:” as you walk by as you are now, so once was I… As I am now so shall you be.

Lina Hanna Hanna.

Remember this and follow me.” These are words written on a tombstone that suggests what death would be telling us” the living” if he had a voice we can hear. Death; Death terrifies us by merely pointing it out, or just by hearing its voice-over; we quiver, shudder and feel our Achilles’ heel. We regard it as separation, annihilation, as the enemy! It is expected to look upon it from this perspective since we are human and sometimes a little too human if you want my opinion.

The separation is the only torment that we are excused to endure, saying farewell is never pleasant for no longer hearing the echo of the laughter or the voice of a loved one is a kind of death while alive. The no longer possible to gaze into his eyes and see a smile lighting up his face is pure torture, a last kiss , a last word , a last anything is anguish and pain. But let us remember that we are only guests in a rented life, we need to go back to our source, and the soul is forever missing its return to where it came from before it inhabited the body. We can never escape death, no matter how we curse and shout and hate it. It is a must endure bitter taste that is a condition to life itself. In a way I think death is a blessing and beautiful thing, just think of the word eternity, how grand is that? Can we really afford eternity in the physical forms of our bodies as we know it? Aren’t the time effects that deteriorate our youth and makes us more like vegetables cured and relieved by death itself? Aren’t you eager to your rebirth without the body you occupy? Where is your devotion to come back to your ethereal state of being? To float free like you predestined to be? When a life has been lived in total authenticity, entirely regardless of it was successful famous or just completely, if it was taken away by death we should not mourn it, for like the famous saying goes:” Every man dies but not every man really lives”. There are people who are living corpses, because there is the death of the heart, mind and soul just not the body these are the ones worthy of grief and sadness, they carry a dead heart in a living body, their bodies are their own tombs where darkness prevails and no light can ever penetrate. These are the dead and not those who are liberated from their bodies after their souls have reached its full potential and openness. Not every graveyard is full of dead persons and not every life is far from being a cemetery… Let us think of death as the voyage of the soul towards its real hometown, after living in rentals and fulfilling the purpose of its journey when it was immigrant during her existence on earth… There is a famous poem for Jalal-Al Din-Al Rumi where he speaks of death as he perceive it, this poem delivers the message perfectly well “I died from minerality and became vegetable; And From vegetativeness I died and became animal. I died from animality and became man. Then why fear disappearance through death? Next time I shall die Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels; After that, soaring higher than angels – What you cannot imagine, I shall be that.” What a wonderful display of words to describe the enlightened and peaceful mind towards death. Isn’t death a rebirth after all? Not the end, but rather the end of our lives as we know it, as we have accustomed to it. It is the end of one journey but the beginning of much interesting one, where we are no longer trying to find that unity between our multiple dimensions, the mind the body and the soul will only be one when we die. When we loose our perception of our existence like we know it, the branches will finally be one with their source in a state of absolute freedom, where neither physical pain nor effects of time or getting older can bring us down… Elevation is the only word we will be feeling, being in a fusion and blend with the source of our existence. Let us not mourn in despair when death comes upon us, but rather live our life in a sort of way that when death calls us to reap our souls, we would have planted our good seeds in the lives of those we influence and thus we would have paid our dues and lived to the fullest. One glow turns off only to be illuminated somewhere else…