Death comes to us often unaware even though we should have been prepared.
Death is so final, and yet it is a new beginning which we are afraid to encounter because of our past.
Life leads to death of our physical self; and, like a garment which is cast away, the etheric self will disintegrate, and our astral self go to where it belongs.
There are heavens and heavens; death is the entrance to them. What is the physical life the entrance to? Joy, suffering, light, darkness, remorse, sacrifice, errors, and the forgiving of all of those.
Death is painless, life is often pain. Afterlife, that can be discussed. For the evolved soul, it may mean hard work and contentment. For an ordinary soul, a time of rest. A time for introspection it is to all.
What can I teach you about death, I who have been touched by it thousands of times? I still fear it, because it separates me from loved ones. I still need it to learn from it. I must still return from it to live again physically, for the cries of humanity call me.
Death is not yet a friend. It is too sudden, too abrupt for that, and it always follows in the wake of change. Perhaps that is why people are afraid of change.
Death is not a comfort if you are young and healthy. It is only that to afflicted old age.
Death is the gateway to the inner worlds for the many, some say to home. But after many lives as a human being, what is home? The world of the physical self or the world of the astral self? One thing is certain, the worlds of mental and soul life are closed to most but the higher and highest evolved.
One thing is certain, afterlife is, for the busy helper of mankind, a time of necessary lessons learned and may be a time of joy.
For the ones who are left behind still in physical incarnation, death is cruel and merciless. It is not understood, not wanted, and never expected, as it comes like an uninvited guest to the party of all parties and disrupts it. Why is it so difficult to learn to live with death, as it is the unavoidable outcome of each life until immortality (adeptship)?
Death is a separator between loves, small and great, and only for the infirm, a loving veil of pain-free existence. Grief, that is another story, for that is everywhere to be found, in physical life as well as behind the veil, and tears are shed in all worlds. Tears are not for the living only.
What, then, is a good death? Have you settled your affairs? Have you forgiven yourself and others your and their trespasses against God and fellow beings? Have you come to terms with your past and your present life? If not, then do it for the Lord of Judgement awaits you after peace has descended. You shall be made to see yourself in actions past – how you have influenced others; what you have left undone; what you would not do when you had the chance to do it; and what you have done which has hurt and harmed others even without your knowledge of it. The debts remain, the punishment you inflict upon yourself often without mercy. God always forgives, but do you?
Life is not easy. Death can prove to be a heavy confrontation worse than anything you have experienced in physical life.
Will you change all that? You can do it. Serve the Risen One both in life, in death, and in afterlife, and the future lives and deaths will become experiences uplifting and looked forward to.
Even though the darkness is such an overpowering force in the world, light is there to be strengthened and enhanced by the willing cooperator. We choose in every life to live in darkness or in light. What made you choose a life in darkness, dear fellow traveller? Why do so few choose a life in light?
Is it because darkness, after all, is what we are most used to live in? Has it become a habit? It takes too much strain, too much effort to live in the light? But, you see, that is why there are so few saints and saint's helpers and so many ordinary people.
Habits can be broken, but only with great effort. And extreme willingness must be given for the Risen One to take notice of you.
There comes a life and an afterlife where the final decision is made:
I will remain in darkness for ages to come. or I will become a child of light from now on and repay my debts as quickly as can be done.
Death can be a blessing, for it opens the door to truth. Death can be a curse for the deceitful. For most, it is a surprise.
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