reply to post by tothetenthpower
Firstly, great thread and great question.
I am not afraid of death but I am somewhat concerned about the manner of my death when it comes. Feet first into a wood chipper would not be nice and
I would be afraid of that.
Firstly I should give you a little background as to why I do not fear death. The first time I saw death I was aged nine and I was living in a place
called Port Kaituma, Guyana.
During celebrations in a military GDF base of a water festival called “Phagwah” (my uncle was the camp commandant) there was a terrible accident
and nine people were crushed to death (many more terribly injured) right in front of me and my brothers. A huge tropical tree had fallen over and the
impact had been so close I had been thrown off my feet, choking on dust.
Instead of running away as the place erupted in utter panic and shrieking horror, I ran towards the accident and the carnage was indescribable. It was
a year of death as it happened in the same year as the peoples temple massacre and as it happens their compound was situated not that far from the
I feared a crushing death from towering trees for years and I suffered a kind of phobia of large trees for years.
I joined the British army as an adult on returning to the UK and someone I knew and respected, blew his brains out with an SA80 in Germany (base
details withheld) because his wife had been sleeping with his friend, my troop sergeant.
A close friend of mine and who served with me fatally overdosed himself on heroin after coming back from a tour in Bosnia at a time when Bosnia seemed
like hell on Earth. I felt his loss terribly then as now as he saved me from being crushed against an armoured fighting vehicle in Tidworth. My wife
and I considered him a brother.
Years later in civilian life another friend of mine hanged himself when his relationship broke down. The last contact with him was me embracing him
amid many attempts on my part to comfort him, in vain sadly.
My point for saying the above is simple and the reason I do not fear death. I have seen the actual spark of life leave a persons eyes and once they
get over the shock and pain, death seems to be a peaceful, serene thing that is total peace.
I have also come close to death twice unfortunately. Once a person gets through the wall that is excruciating pain and the body saying NO, what is
beyond is what I can only describe as the blue skied vista you see after a particularly violent storm.
To my mind it is obvious why people fear death however. It is because most have never seen it in a human being and so make assumptions of the total
and undeniable finality of it as after-death and the reality of what happens once physical consciousness fades is the unknown, mysterious thing we all
want to discover the truth of.
Many who say they are in the know are always there to give answers in religious or metaphysical terms but there is no proof either way of any such
thing and I have certainly never seen it (I happen to be an atheist).
Many have said death is a beautiful thing but I disagree. Death is not beautiful because it is tragic by its very nature. Death is the vessel of the
mind, a mind you may love, ceasing to function. A transition from life to death is not monstrous it is simply tragic.
The life you knew is a life you have lost and you will never speak with that person again. The transition to that death however can be a beautiful
thing, just not a transition that is nice to see, a grim paradox if you will.
The moment consciousness leaves, the facial expression, the relaxing of the eyes tells me death will be a thing to look forward to but only in old age
because the finality is still a life lost, wasted on the young.
[edit on 01/09/2009 by SmokeJaguar67]