shankar

                                                      There is no death... 

only a series of ....eternal nows....To lay the groundwork, let’s recap the spiritual view of death..... some think essentially, you drop dead and that’s the end of everything....its the salvation or liberation... you can only dying and this is your purpose or future.....

this is the view favoured by intellectuals.... who pride themselves on being,... stoic and realistic enough...  to avoid, cowardly refuge spiritual real space.... that not belief in an afterlife .... and this modern view is not a cheerful one understanding of life....

 the universe, called biocentrism, in which life and consciousness create the reality around them....  has no space for death at all..... to fully understand this, we need to go back to relativity,....  that the past, present and future ,,,, are not absolutes... demolishing the idea of time as inviolable....

If you try to get your hands on time,... ‘it’s always slipping through your fingers..... People are sure that it’s there ...but they can’t get hold of it.... Now my feeling is that they can’t get hold of it.... because it isn’t there at all.... each individual moment as a whole, complete and existing in its own right..... we live in a succession of Nows....We have the strong impression that things are there in definite positions relative to each other.... but there are ...eternal Nows....nothing more, nothing less.....

 

you’re experiencing a now.... but consider.... from your great-grandmother’s perspective... your nows exist in her future... and her great-grandmother’s nows exist in her past.... The words past and future... are just ideas relative to each individual observer....

So what happened to your great-grandmother after she died... to start with.... since time doesn’t exist, there is no after death...except the death of her physical body in your now..... since everything is just nows... there is no absolute space, time, matrix... for her energy to dissipate...  

 it’s simply impossible for her to have gone anywhere.....clear

so you see clear...death does not actually exist.... Instead, at death, we reach the imagined border of ourselves,... the wooded boundary where, in the old fairy tale,... the fox and the hare say goodnight to each other.... smile....  if death and time are illusions,... so too is the continuity in the connection of nows.....  where, then, do we find ourselves... on rungs that can be shuffled and reshuffled anywhere.... 

if someone departed from this strange world ...that means nothing.... Sadhus knows that the distinction between ...past, present and future... is only a stubbornly persistent illusion...

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