Short Story - Where Do People Go When They Die
Just a few days ago I read a post on steemit, a post full of pain and anger on the loss of a beloved person. I happened to also lose someone a day before, an aunt who had been struggling with cancer for over a decade. I admit, I did not feel sad for her, I felt relieved knowing how much pain she had gone through and how all this torture stopped. She was a good person. I felt the same for my grandmother, two years ago, she passed away from cancer on a very old age (88 years old), but having been a remarkable woman, loving, giving, sacrificing all she had to raise her three boys (she was a widow at a very young age) I never thought she deserved such a painful ending. Nobody deserves such an ending no matter their age, deeds or character.
So, last week at around 2:00 AM, after a few comments on the post I told you in the beginning, I spared five minutes to write this story trying to ease some of the pain most of us feel when a person we love is no longer among us.
I hope you forgive my emotional and romantic writing, but even if you don't, I know I let my feelings go and I know I felt relieved after reading it again and again. If those lines get to make even one person feel better, then I'll know I've done something right...
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- Mum, where do people go when they die?
- It's funny you ask that, dear. I believed you already knew.
- No, I don't.
- Well, take a look out of the window and tell me what do you see.
- The dark, black sky.
- Hmm, and if you get a little closer?
- I see a few stars.
- And a little closer?
- Nothing but the black sky and and a few more stars.
- And if you get your head out of the window and raise it up what will you see?
- Wow! Now I can see thousands of stars. But I don't get what this has to do with my question.
- My love, those stars are nothing more than the people we lost. Every bright spot up there is a sparkling soul that left its body to find their place in the skies. Death is a cold and dark place, just like the universe, but stars are glowing and warm because they get the living and loving energy from the soul that created them.
We are made of love and light fighting to escape and explore the cosmos, our body carries them for some time as we wander across the earth, but when it can no longer contain them, a bright firework explosion happens and all this energy escapes in the sky to find its rightful place. And live happily. And gain serenity. And be in peace with the rest of the world. The rest of us that stay behind feel sad and mad and hurt, but we don't realise that up there's where we're supposed to be. Down here we're temporary travellers, but up there we're beams of love.
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The results of that experience are still active ?
I subscribe to the theory that people who have done the work to create something in themselves that can consciously survive the dissolution of death do go back to the stars. Conversely, the energies of those who die unconsciously are just food for the moon. Who do you know who can consciously go through the death experience? Most of us faint at the sight of a mouse :-)
In ancient Greece, the Eleusinian mysteries were celebrated with the purpose of initiating the participants in the process of death.
In our times in her book Marlo Morgan "Message from forever" describes how that Australia's Aborigines prepared to leave life when they knew they had to do it.
Every one who has the experience of astral projection can describe amazing things.
I won't go to more details.
They say that taking ayahuasca is like going through the death experience. Having taken it 9 or 10 times myself, I would say that they are right :-)
I guess maybe this is a very easy way to have such an experience for someone who is in the first steps of this path but for me its not a suggested way .
Remember Don Juan ?
Yes, I was a fan of the Don Juan books for a long time.
I am still a fan of his books and today i feel more comfortable with the knowledge he shares.
I have done the "night on the mountain of fear" ceremony from that path. That's the only one I did though.
It worked ?
We are told that even Jesus Christ feared death on his final moments of martyrdom, our human nature dreads this passage to the unknown. I just find comfort in believing that good deeds and love will be paid back, because love should be the energy to rule the world (in this life and the one after it), I want to see beyond religions and philosophy, I want to see the love.
I believe that Jesus died consciously. Don't you?
He died consciously, but some parts of him feared the passage, don't forget, he was a man too. He knew he had to go through all that, the humiliation and pain, but on the cross there was a moment of despair, he called for the Father "Why did you abandon me?"
I find difficult to believe that a man like Him has feared death.
We speak about someone who initiated in to every occult school of his time for many years.
I guess we have to search more into His words and meanings.
Maybe you're right.
That is a mystery that I hope to understand before I die :-)
I hope you do :D
Personally, I have given it a thought, we are born alone and we die alone, when you get to know yourself and feel confident about you and your conscience is clear, you will step forward and your soul will answer to that call from the afterlife. Eventhough you will fear the unknown, you will steadily keep on going, with your "eyes" open and every inch of your existence absorbing positive energy from this new dimention you will be.
And now I remembered an ancient greek saying Ἤν ἐγγύς ἔλθῃ θάνατος, οὐδείς βούλεται θνήσκειν, meaning: when death is close, nobody wants to die. We only try to be prepared and accept our inescapable fate.
Wow! You made me delirious I guess :P
Sorry for the mumbling...
Many ancient languages had two words for what in most modern languages there is only the one, ie. to "die"
One of the words had a meaning something like "die like a dog"
The other had a meaning something like "die like a man"
I didn't know about other languages, but in greek we do have separate verbs for that, the one πεθαίνω is die for humans and the other one ψοφάω is die for animals and also used when talking in a disrespectful way of someone's death.
Beautiful!
Thank you @mariandavp! :)
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Thank you! :D
That was beautiful @ruth-girl, lovely to think of our loved ones who've left this earth like that. Thank you :)
Thank you so much for reading @lizelle! :D
your post made me smile. :)
Thank you!! :D
Outstanding post and narrative. Thank you for sharing Resteemed!
Thank you so much!! :D
Beautiful little story💕
Thank you dear @kerlund74! :D
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