It’s becoming clear to me that we fear change because we fear death. And what is death, after all, but change?
All change reminds us of THE BIG CHANGE. But who changes? What changes?
Only form can change. Only form can die. Life itself never changes. It is expressing itself through form in order to experience change and even experience death.
What does this mean for us? When my body dies, it will decompose. It will feed plants and animals and eventually become part of the soil.
You know what? I think that’s really cool!!
Where will “I” go? Well, Life never changes or dies. The Life that is expressing itself through this body/mind will just keep expressing itself through other forms and not expressing itself by just being.
So what dies? Death has the connotation of disappearing, extinguishing, no longer existing.
Life cannot die.
The body changes forms. None of its molecules “disappear” – they are just absorbed into other forms. Matter cannot be created or destroyed.
So what DOES disappear? What is annihilated when the body dies?
The I-thought. The identity I am expressing in this life will not continue into another life. When this mind stops functioning, my identity will disappear.
Why can it disappear when the body doesn’t? Because it was never really here in the first place.
The sense of a separate identity and the belief that I have my own personal thoughts is an illusion. Thinking is happening. Breathing is happening. Living is happening. But the “who” that is “doing” all of this is a figment created by the mind.
It is a figment of imagination and it eventually goes *poof*! This inevitably happens with death, which is why death terrifies us. All change terrifies the “I-thought” because it’s a reminder that is an imaginary identity that will one day disappear.
What happens if your I-thought disappears while you are still living?
I wouldn’t know. I have seen the I-thought to be an illusion but it hasn’t gone away. There is definitely more distance between the I-thought and whatever is listening to the I-thought. It is questioned/second-guessed much more frequently than before.
But I think that allowing the I-thought to die while you are still alive is the ticket to FREEDOM.
Imagine living without having to protect your identity. Thoughts arise, emotions arise, but nothing sticks to you. You don’t worry about the future but trust Life to guide you.
What is there to worry about, anyway? We don’t die. The only thing that “dies” never existed in the first place.
Can you believe we spend so much time fretting, worrying, and fearing the loss of something completely imaginary?