Suffering, existence, self-realization it's interesting how these vital
subjects have been banished from the minds of the majority. The widespread
ignorance toward spirituality, philosophy, psychology, and metaphysics is beyond my
understanding. I have no explanation for this indifference. No one seems
interested in exploring the meaning of existence the very subject that
constitutes a happy and fulfilling life.
I will simply continue doing what I do
Today, I'll write about death. I don’t feel compassion when I hear that
someone has died. I don’t feel sorry for the deceased, nor do I experience a
sense of loss. I’ve noticed this during conversations with others.
At first, I thought my lack of compassion stemmed from my twin sister’s
death on May 9, 2020 at the age of 55. I believed that her passing made me
stop caring when I hear someone has passed away, especially those who
were much older. But now, I realize that my understanding of death goes
beyond personal loss and grief.
There is no death!
Death is a grand lie, like so many other things in this world.
I’ve read countless articles and watched numerous videos about “after-death
experiences” shared by people who were clinically dead and then revived.
They describe vivid colors, heavenly landscapes, and otherworldly
sensations. But my own investigation has led me to believe that these
experiences are merely imprints of consciousness left on brain cells,
nothing more.
As a child, I played a dangerous game with my friends something I now know
was reckless. I would stand against a wall, take a deep breath, hold it, and
then have someone press hard on my diaphragm. Inevitably, I’d lose
consciousness and collapse, experiencing brief but vivid dreams filled with
beautiful colors. When I woke up, it felt as if much more time had passed.
A neighbor saw us one day and told my mother, and I got a beating for
playing this game. But that experience taught me something: these visions
are nothing more than the brain’s reaction to oxygen deprivation, not
glimpses of an afterlife.
Have you ever wondered why the dead never return?
What we call "life" is sustained by desires, wishes, and the constant stream
of thoughts that create the illusion of individuality. The sense of “I” is
nothing more than a mental construct, a projection of beingness and
consciousness. But it’s imagined.
Upon waking each morning, you feel sense of “I.” It acts as the center of a
wheel, around which your desires, thoughts, and understanding rotate. The
edges of this wheel are the world you perceive.
Imagine spinning a rope with a stone tied to its end. When it rotates
quickly enough, the stone’s movement forms a visible circle. That’s how the
world exists as a reflection of your own being.
We live our lives as personalities, deeply wrapped in our individual
perspectives, driven by likes and dislikes. We judge things as good or bad
based on circumstances, interpreting them through the lens of our
expectations. But everything built on imagination simply does not exist.
“Imagination” means it has no existence. Only existence itself is real, and
that is what you truly are.
The world, as we perceive it, is visible but imagined, just a concept, an
abstraction. For example, if I say, “The White House,” what image
comes to mind? Likely, not just a building with white walls but concepts of
power, the presidency, and the U.S. government. This applies to every
sentence you hear. You interpret it conceptually, based on your
understanding, experiences, and expectations. As a result, you don’t live a
real life you live an abstract one.
The imagined entity, sustained by the physical body, lives on mental
concepts. When the body ceases to function, this abstraction ends. People
say, “Than person has died,” but how can one die if one never truly lived?
The real never dies, the unreal never lived
No one returns after death because no one truly dies. Ashes return to ashes;
the physical body decays or is cremated. The mind ceases functioning, and
the “I am” sense is no longer sensed. The energy, wishes, desires, and
understanding dissolve into nothingness and, based on its vibrational
quality, continues into another form, creating a new “person.”
A Tale About Fate, Luck and Love
From the book The Witch's Dream by Florinda Donner Grau..."Some people say that we're born with our fate. Others claim that we make our fate with our actions. "Witches say that it's neither and that something else catches us like the dog catcher catches a dog. The secret is to be there if we want to be caught, or not to be there if we don't want to be caught." ...
"I personally think that Octavio Cantu couldn't avoid stepping into Victor Julio's shoes.
"He had very little strength: That's why he was caught by that mysterious something I talked to you about; that something more mysterious than fate. Witches call it a witch's shadow."
"Octavio Cantu was very young and strong," Candelaria said all of a sudden, "but he sat too long under Victor Julio's shadow."
"What is she talking about?" I asked dona Mercedes.
"When people are fading away, especially at the moment they die, they create with that mysterious something a link with other persons, a sort of continuity," dona Mercedes explained.
"That's why children turn out just like their parents. Or those who take care of old people follow into the steps of their wards."
Candelaria spoke again. "Octavio Cantu sat too long in Victor Julio's shadow. And the shadow sapped him. Victor Julio was weak, but upon dying the way he did, his shadow became very strong."
"Would you call the shadow the soul?" I asked Candelaria.
"No, the shadow is something all human beings have, something stronger than their soul," she replied seemingly annoyed.
"There you are, Musiua," dona Mercedes said. "Octavio Cantu sat too long on a link-a point where fate links lives together.
"He didn't have the strength to walk away from it. And, like Candelaria says, Victor Julio's shadow sapped him."Because all of us have a shadow, a strong or a weak one, we can give that shadow to someone we love, to someone we hate, or to someone who is simply available.
"If we don't give it to anyone, it floats around for a while after we die before it vanishes away."...
"It's advisable," Candelaria blurted out, "not to sit too long under anybody's shadow unless you want to follow in his or her footsteps."...
You must discover your true nature while you are alive. Your true self is
pure existence, untouched, unchangeable, and beyond influence. When you
realize who you really are, you can witness the death of your personality.
This is called self-realization, enlightenment, moksha, or nirvana, the
final liberation.
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