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[Seamus]

Hey friends,

I just got up to make a PBJ sandwich, after lying sleepless in my bed for several hours, yet fitfully dreaming. Precious those times are, and I got a doozy that I want to share.

Before my fitful dream (Which, FYI is qualitatively entirely different from a Vision, for you Thunderheart fans) my thoughts were on death, and its nature and purpose. A very exciting notion that came to me was that when death comes for you it comes TO you. You don't have to move an inch. All your life, you're moving through this dark soup we make our movies out of. You're on the stage of life, so to speak. Your every movement is watched by those (observers) that are not participating in the mass simulation (if that mass simulation can properly be said to exist for all those I perceive around me, which is another question entirely). But the great part about it is that you cease all striving at death. Your death taps you on the shoulder, and you know it's time. It comes to you. You don't have to put any effort into it whatsoever. There is no test of endurance to be passed, as if it were a root canal. Much too often I have thought in terms of death being a trial or a something to do. That's the wrong thinking. Death is, if you'll pardon the cliche, a removal of the mask that obscures the essence of life and love that we literally swim in. As such, it is the ultimate reunion experience. Which may explain our tenacity in reincarnating. Coming home is so much fun we can't wait to get out the door again!

The fitful dream itself was a graphical/experiential illustration of what I have just articulated, especially with respect to the curtain being drawn back/mask being removed, as well as some other element that was literally swept, as with crow's wings, from my mind upon my waking. I deduced that since I could remember this much, I was to share it, and since I could not remember the other element(s), I was not to share them, and it was much too intriguing not to share (drat and humbug). That said, I'm off back to bed for the remainder of time before my alarm goes off. I've got about 3 hours.

[maja]

it is the ultimate reunion experience. Which may explain our tenacity in reincarnating. Coming home is so much fun we can't wait to get out the door again!

IT DAMN WELL SHOULD BE!!!
Fear of death never existed for me...it is living that scares the shit out of me.
The absence of that fear has made people around me avoid me or at least suggest me to seek professional help, which I never did as I was absolutely sure in my reasoning on the matter.

[kid.vulpes]

Working at a mortuary, I find myself pondering death on a regular basis. One thing that always sticks with me is the last line of Peter Pan, "Why fear death, it's the greatest adventure of all."

[swiftex]

Hey friends,

I just got up to make a PBJ sandwich, after lying sleepless in my bed for several hours, yet fitfully dreaming. Precious those times are, and I got a doozy that I want to share.

Your every movement is watched by those (observers) that are not participating in the mass simulation (if that mass simulation can properly be said to exist for all those I perceive around me, which is another question entirely).

That said, I'm off back to bed for the remainder of time before my alarm goes off. I've got about 3 hours.

Hehehehe, that was cute. I'd like to add they do respect your privacy. In case you were wondering.......

[Moose]

Hey friends,

I just got up to make a PBJ sandwich, after lying sleepless in my bed for several hours, yet fitfully dreaming. Precious those times are, and I got a doozy that I want to share.

Before my fitful dream (Which, FYI is qualitatively entirely different from a Vision, for you Thunderheart fans) my thoughts were on death, and its nature and purpose. A very exciting notion that came to me was that when death comes for you it comes TO you. You don't have to move an inch. All your life, you're moving through this dark soup we make our movies out of. You're on the stage of life, so to speak. Your every movement is watched by those (observers) that are not participating in the mass simulation (if that mass simulation can properly be said to exist for all those I perceive around me, which is another question entirely). But the great part about it is that you cease all striving at death. Your death taps you on the shoulder, and you know it's time. It comes to you. You don't have to put any effort into it whatsoever. There is no test of endurance to be passed, as if it were a root canal. Much too often I have thought in terms of death being a trial or a something to do. That's the wrong thinking. Death is, if you'll pardon the cliche, a removal of the mask that obscures the essence of life and love that we literally swim in. As such, it is the ultimate reunion experience. Which may explain our tenacity in reincarnating. Coming home is so much fun we can't wait to get out the door again!

The fitful dream itself was a graphical/experiential illustration of what I have just articulated, especially with respect to the curtain being drawn back/mask being removed, as well as some other element that was literally swept, as with crow's wings, from my mind upon my waking. I deduced that since I could remember this much, I was to share it, and since I could not remember the other element(s), I was not to share them, and it was much too intriguing not to share (drat and humbug). That said, I'm off back to bed for the remainder of time before my alarm goes off. I've got about 3 hours.

There are many books upon death...what to do, what to say, how to act.
You my friend need read none of these books. you are riding the right thoughts

[Moose]

Working at a mortuary, I find myself pondering death on a regular basis. One thing that always sticks with me is the last line of Peter Pan, "Why fear death, it's the greatest adventure of all."

Hello there

How indeed , is it not we play the greatest Act to be awarded the greatest adventure of all afterwards.
In your choosen work take time to strengthen these ideas as what lays before you is atoms craving to be realeased having served there purpose, to be reunited into the game of possibillties to become again a form.
How peacefull the masks of once life sleep.

I look forward to excahnging words in the coming time.