I want to talk about death, because not many will. I want to talk about death because it is inevitable. I want to talk about death, not because I am morbid, but because I am sick of watching people suffer. I want to talk about death because I am exhausted for the people who are so spiritually distressed before death that they literally maim their body, mind, and soul to prevent it. All because we don’t talk about death. We ignore our impermanence until we have no choice but to face it. All because we think this is it. We think these bodies are our lives, our purposes, our world, but really they are just shells. The veil covering our eyes to the indescribable world beyond is still black. If this body is it, if cells and skin and thoughts and materialism are it, then put me in the ground now, because what would be the purpose?
I want to talk about death because it is not really death. It is not an end, but a beginning. Although it might appear as a separation, it is a Union. Although our loved ones are not in the same form as they once were, they are in the Ultimate Form. They are free of pain, they are flying, they are sledding down the sweetest hill ever created. They are finally alive.
Now, I want to talk about life, because truly living is what we came here to do. To fulfill our purpose, to eliminate the veil, to remember our Maker amidst a world of illusion. To make a difference in every single being’s life, most importantly your own. To be kind and compassionate, to be happy and free, to love unconditionally, to reunite Heaven and Earth. That’s why we’re here. Maybe, there is no difference between life and death.