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#025 Death is a Myth! Atleat Partially?
Good day, all!
This actually is the toughest nut to crack. Or rather, try to crack! Actually, I may include birth too, which is a myth along with this. I may use the first-person singular method to deal with these. Enter the relativity, as I am not George, as it was a name used to represent my physical body largely, and basically, my activities associated with my body. A tip I got when I was attending the 'Art of Living' basic course introduced by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar in the late '90s. There was a question asked to all: when and at what age each remembered their presence in this world. In my case, it was age three when I was taken to my parish nunnery to join my pre-school, and I refused badly and came back home. So, practically, my life as George started from then only. I lived till then in this world without my persona, after, say, around 3 years after leaving my mother's womb(where, @ nine months of body building process, which may be dealt with sometime later). I assume that case may be the same for most human beings, and I am not sure of other living beings, and I never consider them as superior or inferior to us, and as we can go ahead and kill most of them legally for survival or as a game is never enough reason to make them inferior.
So, now, death is a myth, with quite a lot of relativity involved. Say, if I look at the phenomenon called death, there are two versions to it, which we normally overlook. First is other ones' death, and second is my own death. The first one is almost absolute, at least in the plane we are all in. Energy, which was making the one tick, had vanished, and we just have to dispose of the mortal remains with due respect. A lot of religious ceremonies may be conducted, and the purpose behind most of which is not known today, to the best of my knowledge. Even though they were logically correct and formed based on the science that religion had achieved. We are not going to see the dead again or communicate with them. We just have to miss them, even the most beloved ones. Please neglect the Ouija Board and other occult systems. Here, I may introduce, maybe the only postulate for this whole blog page, as: Time machine is an impossibility. So death and birth, both, may be considered as a truth in this materialistic plane, even though we never know what we are.
Now, when it comes to my own death, I am really serious about what happens to me at the last minute. No, I am not expecting a solution for this probe. As of now, nobody has come back from death and given an answer to this query. Even then, it need not be valid for me. The hell and heaven story, too, is not acceptable to me, as there is no logic at all in it. It insinuates that my identity/ persona is going to remain intact after death, too. But it is quite possible that either my persona is stripped off, or maybe I just become void. Possibilities are immense. At this stage, I may mention a Hindu devotional poem named Njanappana(The song of knowledge) by a Keralite Brahmin Poonthanam Namboothiri of the 16th century(sad that his name is not known now- Poonthanam is the name of his family), which I had mentioned in my profile section of this blog. I may add a link here which may give the English translation of the song- click here, and many thanks to Harsha of Luthar.com. The poet faced the accidental death of his only child, which he had after many years of prayers. The poem gives very lurid details of death, which must have been known to the Brahmins of those days. Which, anyway, was much more interesting and logical compared to the heaven/ hell arrangement.
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