If death means anything, it means the ending of everything worldly – life of the body, mental life, stories, possessions, attachments, relationships, past, future – all of it, absolutely. And this is happening to many of us already, before the body wears out, because our fellows and our poor earth need us to die in this way for something altogether new to arise. It isn’t a end, but an end/beginning. Many structures will go, fall away, collapse, inside us and outside. It starts within, and looks a bit like death from an old habitual point of view. But the fright of it will last only as long as the belief persists that ego is real, and that it is really in control of life (an absurd idea). This “dying” has to happen for the new to come into human life. This offers a new kind of hope – not the old hope for a desired future, but a kind of faith that rests in loving stillness that is one with the moment. What happens ‘out there’ will change (see “The Possible Life” – http://www.erniethayer.com/2007/08/09/61/the-possible-life/), because the source is shifting radically from “me”, to love’s own way. We are screwed in the nicest possible way.
This is what is happening to us, the human beings who are radically transforming.
Let it be.
Ah yes, to “die before you die”, right? What a challenge – scary for my ego but ultimately freeing for the ‘me’ that is just essence and truth in the moment. Thanks for the reminder. (And if the realisation is that I’m screwed, well it’s always easier to hear that from you! *laugh*) I’m glad to be reading your words again Ernie. Lots of love, N xoxo
You know me and the ‘death’ word, I cringed but finally read it. I like the idea, but still am processing. It’s easy for me to go to the place that I ‘must, need to, should’ KILL the ego, beliefs structures etc.
I am hoping (still a time thing) that the death will happen naturally and on it’s own the more I practice being in the moment.
ps – being screwed in a nice way…not a bad thing…tee hee hee.
May I offer the words of Mikhail Naimy, the beauty of a man who mentored Kahlil Gibran:
Live to die,.. die to live. Ernie,..you know this.
Yet,… I try to sneak by;… a thread having slipped the needles eye is caught in its own doing; and I know this as the fact.
Honesty helps a whole lot, but still it comes to an end, I/all really have to step up to the ranks of love to make this hallowed move.
It is less a move of self preservation, for that would be easy; it really is dying; it’s that hard.
Love is the key to the lock,..but not love because,. but, because of love.
The “Hostess with the mostess,..that is dart travelling the hollow of the flute.