Though I Died, I was Born Again Again........

I read my obituary today, a strange thing indeed for I am still alive, still breathing, still searching. As I opened the cream colored papyrus and looked upon the hints of pink that brushed across the pages like faint soft impressions of delicate rose petals I began to read……..and behold…..I looked upon myself through the printed words on the pages and slowly and mysteriously my life came into view….or should I say what had been my life. You see yesterday I died. I had succumb to the Angel of Death, and as she covered me with her wings and shrouded me in her feathery darkness….there…in the hollow cavern of her covering I was blinded by a brilliant light, a light so bright that I was not going the way of the dinosaurs, but in fact I was being transformed, undergoing two changes at one time. Though I was dying….. I was…. I am….. being reborn.

Out of the darkness of death, I was enveloped by the light of life, of knowledge, and through wisdom my mind had suddenly reached a higher consciousness, I have escaped my ego. I visited the place where God lives within me, guiding me, revealing to me and protecting me. As I began to regain my vision…I looked down again and read the words….and what had been my obituary was in fact a poetic prophecy of my birth. I have been given a new lease on life. I am now seeing the world through my Minds vision, not my brains eyesight. I am looking at myself, my body, my soul and MY mind AGAIN, for the FIRST time.

The profound thing about life is that it can only be truly experienced in death….dying away from the self…the apparition….the ghostly figure that is hopelessly floating through life as a voyeur, simply EXISTING, not LIVING…in the matrix of this deceiving, peter pan non-reality. You see in this world, this version, this stage called life……..you are all but a slave, a slave to time, a slave to ideas, a slave to opinions, expectations and judgments.

“An UNEXAMINED LIFE is not worth LIVING,” (Socrates)…..that means that “in order to live you must be willing to chase death, and face death everyday,” (Dr.Cornel West). “Having a mind that is open to everything an attached to nothing,” (Dr. Wayne Dyer), and knowing that, “if you do things the way you have always done them progress is impossible,” (Dr. Wayne Dyer). All these phrases point to the absolute necessity of dying away from prescriptions of identities. Not just thinking outside the box, but designing the triangle, bending the lines and creating a spider. Death is about renewal.

It means bringing doom to your mental programming and white-washed brain cleansing. It may just mean that what you believe and protest today, you may turn upside down tomorrow….I think some call it flip-flopping, equivocation and double speak. I call it trying to nail Jello to the wall, or trying to tie water in a knot. Water is so smooth and so fluid, it simply finds another way to flow. I know it frustrates many in the world that have not yet learned how to die. When I was little my brother and I would trap grasshoppers in our hands. It was always the case that they would flap in fear initially, and then in the darkness of my hands…they would suddenly be crippled still… by the darkness. Then, as soon as you let a little light in, they would try to escape and fly free. That is how powerful light is, truth is, courage is, character is…..and free thinking is. Oh how I thank God for my death.

Looking upon the ceremony of my death, I watched from above as many people cursed me, whispered about me, and told stories about me beneath their tongues and under their breath. Could it be that I was liked more in my previous life, my primitive life, my elementary life, where I was psychologically and spiritually dead…a death of another type of death. Perhaps I am despised as I have been given the opportunity to LIVE. I guess necromancy (communication with the dead) is not as weird or uncommon as we have thought, for in fact we talk, live and share with the dead everyday. Somehow we are not frightened by these zombies, these macabre lifeless corpses don’t send us running and screaming in horror as we have been told and sold in movies on the big screen.

Although I see dead people everyday, I am finding it harder and harder to communicate with them…it is really difficult because they just seem to make weird noises….moaning and groaning in the dark shadowy confused dimensions of their own lives….as the try to bring me back to the dark side…the underworld…. holding fiercely to keep me trapped in limbo……wandering…..questioning and doubting myself. I suppose they too, may be searching for death….however, acutely unaware they may be of their plight! I don’t have a Talisman, or, some secret potion on which I depend….I simply show them my Birth Certificate. I show them I am alive, that I die everyday and I am reborn the next. My obituary recounts the life I have left behind….the day I came into this world and the day an ill-suited consciousness left this world.

I no longer fear death; the afterlife…which is really a rebirth is so much sweeter than the sweetest sugar. It is more liberating, ,more comforting than any loneliness, more peaceful, more inspiring, more dynamic and more beautiful than that which was……. my former life.

Are you afraid of death?

Justice Speaks!