Originally posted by ThichHeaded
Originally posted by ApolloSinclair
What is the next step in my spiritual growth?
What is my purpose in this life?
It is not for 1 to tell you these things, For it is you who has to learn what it is. As stated in an earlier post in this thread, You must listen to
your dreams for you answers lie within them.
I do have 1 question..
I would like to experience Death and everything it has to offer. I have a good idea what it is like and just want to be sure..
What is death like???
NO I Don't want to KILL MYSELF I am just trying to learn as much as I can before I am actually dead.. from what I understand 3 things you take with
you when you die.
I'd recommend the following publication:
The Sacred Art of Dying: How the World Religions Understand Death (Paperback)
by Kenneth Kramer
I am hesitant to recommend this next bit, but to get a "glimpse" of some of what one may expect when passing to the other side, I find the herb
"Salvia Divinorum" to be insightful. Having said that, I must caution that while easy to obtain, completely safe, 100% natural, non-narcotic and
perfectly legal (law may change soon) one should educate themselves and exercise extreme caution before using it. It can be used as a tea, eaten,
chewed or smoked. It is best to have someone there to watch over you in the five minutes the cessation of your earthly existence will last. It is
best to lay down and stay down. It cannot be described in words exactly, and it will not connect you with "consciousness", "Gaia", "God" or
anything "earthly" whatsoever... yourself included. All will become foreign to you and will simply not pertain to anything you are familiar with...
with a possible exception of your shadow in which few are truly aware of.
It is the total loss of the flesh, the ego, and all physical earthly properties... the senses.
This is not to say that ANY such activity is required by any means. It is simply a god given tool that... well...
(please do educate yourself prior to experimenting with this or any of the countless other god given tools to catch glimpses of the beyond - legal,
illegal or otherwise)
"By living each day as if it could be our last, we relate to each life experience passionately, powerfully, and memorably."
"'Everybody knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently,' Morrie said. 'So we kid ourselves
about death,' I (Mitch) said. 'Yes, but there's a better approach. To know you're going to die and be prepared for it at any time. That's better.
That way you can be actually be more involved in your life while you're living. . . Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, 'Is
today the day? Am I ready? Am I doing all I need to do? Am I being the person I want to be?... The truth is, Mitch, once you learn how to die, you
learn how to live... Most of us walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully because we're half asleep, doing
things we automatically think we have to do... Learn how to die, and you learn how to live.'" -- Tuesdays with Morrie
"Whoever wants to live, must make himself dead" -- Tamid 32a
Teach Us to Die
WHERE shall we learn to die?
Go, gaze with steadfast eye
On dark Gethsemane
Or darker Calvary,
Where through each lingering hour
The Lord of grace and power,
Most lowly and most high,
Has taught the Christian how to die.
When in the olive shade
His long last prayer he pray’d,
When on the cross to heaven
His parting spirit was given,
He show’d that to fulfil
The Father’s gracious will,
Not asking how or why,
Alone prepares the soul to die.
No word of anxious strife,
No anxious cry for life;
By scoff and torture torn,
He speaks not scorn for scorn;
Calmly forgiving those
Who deem themselves his foes,
In silent majesty
He points the way at peace to die.
Delighting to the last
In memories of the past;
Glad at the parting meal
In lowly tasks to kneel;
Still yearning to the end
For mother and for friend;
His great humility
Loves in such acts of love to die.
Beyond his depth of woes
A wider thought arose,
Along his path of gloom,
Thought for his country’s doom;
Athwart all pain and grief,
Thought for the contrite thief:
The far-stretch’d sympathy
Lives on when all beside shall die.
Bereft, but not alone,
The world is still his own;
The realm of deathless truth
Still breathes immortal youth;
Sure, though in shuddering dread,
That all is finished,
With purpose fix’d and high
The friend of all mankind must die.
Oh, by those weary hours
Of slowly-ebbing powers;
By those deep lessons heard
In each expiring word;
By that unfailing love
Lifting the soul above,
When our last end is nigh,
So teach us, Lord, with thee to die.
Arthur Penrhyn Stanley (1815–81)