We have such a hold on life. We cling to ideas, material things, and each other. Such clinging, and holding on provides our “meaning and identification” of who we believe we are. Yet life is about letting go, experiencing the full measure of each drop of time. Life is the gentle flow of the water, the raging of the river, and the stillness within the pool.
Death is but another bend on the journey in the water’s flow. Death, brings transition, transformation to new form, and frees the Soul into a new realm of existence. This is our greatest moment, to let go and fall into acceptance. We can fight, struggle, and rage against this storm, but we will no longer have control of our physical being. In this fight, we bring pain and anguish. We can plead, beg, and negotiate; and bring on further mental despair. Or we can enter this new sacred space with gentle peace, allowing acceptance and grace to wash over us.
To die consciously is to bring the fullness of our life, love, and acceptance to our deathbed. To know that we have offered our greatest service through this Divine life, and to honour our journey; by embracing our next adventure, unafraid of where it may lead. To let go at death, is to merge our consciousness with that of Creator, and moving freely again into the cosmic oneness and dwell within the light.
“When a soul is out of the cocoon of the (three) bodies it escapes forever from the law of relativity and becomes the ineffable Ever-Existent. Behold the butterfly of Omnipresence, its wings etched with stars and moons and suns! The soul expanded into Spirit remains alone in the region of lightless light, darkless dark, thoughtless thought, intoxicated with its ecstasy of joy in God’s dream of cosmic creation.” ~ Sri Yukteswar~ From Autobiography of a Yogi~