Death is a taboo. No one wants to discuss it or face it because the fear of it is greater than the reality. I remember reading some article years ago that when asked thousands of people what their biggest fear was they said “death: mine or someone near to me.” This type of death we have been taught to fear is an illusion and only a transition. Now three months later I have woken to deeper lessons of dying.
Lesson 1: The hardest part of dying is waking up. I traveled to a beautiful place. The light that embraced me felt like nothing here on earth. Makes you wonder why anyone would want to return, huh? I asked that question for a month and a half. We return from that experience just because we must (it doesn’t help that someone is pulling your butt away from the light either). There’s no great mystery to it. There are moments in my days that seem to stop me for a bit and I return to that place of safety, love, and omnipotence. In waking up there is the melting of illusion. Life is a magical experience. Yet, most people take it for granted, bogged down with the control, anxiety, and fear of living the lengths and widths of such a fortitude.
Lesson 2: Your body is a great wardrobe. Every morning I have to re-size myself to fit into this skin. I wake with such immensity. That was a huge issue when I returned from the “beyond.” I didn’t fit into my body. There was this expansion and greatness that didn’t modify to what I knew was Millie’s body. I looked around me and saw everyone’s light so much larger than their costume. I kept asking myself, “How do I get inside and stay in there?” I stopped trying. I just went with it. Your body is the best outfit you will ever have. Treat it with kindness and love. Give it the consideration it deserves. Your heart beats to keep you alive along with every organ in that outfit. Love it!
Lesson 3: Growth is marvelous; stagnation sucks; laughter is the teacher of all...
