"...what goes around"

I’ve been posting with a FB friend Bill Smirnow. This about life after life, life between lives,…karma death renewal customs myths truths.

In my young life I was a fan of certain chemicals. I died three times thanks to that. They kept dragging me back. Each “death” was unique.

In each I was shown or learned more of the process. That last was the most meaningful. That one gave me the experience of what our life force is,…it exists, and moves within, and outside of our bodies. This is why now as an elder my personal death holds no terror.

Well not much. …losing family'n pals still pisses me off.

When in hospital at night I lay in bed, and listened to my suitemates cry, and pray to deities real or imagined to save them. They were all in terror. Some unintended effects of religion does this. It robs them of their dignity when they need it most. Complex family, and social experiences do the rest.

Death has no fear no terror. It’s our customs that makes it fearful. Customs are strong. It’s the ages that make them so.

However I’m oddly fortunate in being outside of them.

I’m the wrong color wrong class, and wrong orientation. These gave me the eyes to see the cracks. Having gone to the edge three times, and each time learning more. I’m both in awe of, and at peace with it. We just end or move on…it’s that simple.

Either is fine.