When The Last Curtain Falls

When The Last Curtain Falls - Hi everyone, and welcome back to my blog site! - Even though, death is such an inseparably integral part of life as its ultimate antagonistic pole on a plane of duality, I admit despising it just as much as anyone else does. My pick of topic for this time is the result of the latest two very personal death- related incidents set in stone. Time and time again, I seem to just be randomly stumbling across that idiom of nothing ever being written in stone. What wise ass came up with that anyway? I shall show you plaques and tombstones, and you kindly disclose to me what all those engraved dates on them are if not written or set in stone? Sure enough, I believe in a life after death - clearly not the way the Roman Catholic Church failed to make me believe, but rather in that sense that we very well continue to exist at soul level because unlike our bodies this part is immortal. Therefore, I do not fear death itself in the least bit. Nonetheless, it simply sucks having to let go of loved ones and friends alike. Just last Thursday morning, we lost a remote family member in a tragic homicide, and only 24 hours later, we had to say goodbye to a dear friend who was taken away from us way too soon after she had ultimately lost her battle against pancreatic cancer. Death always makes an appearance on its very own terms and above all, in an unwelcome and uninvited fashion. Some times, it signals or rather announces its looming arrival months or even years ahead. At other times, it comes on swiftly and most traumatically. In countless cases, death appears to occur literally out of nowhere, hitting the ones predestined to die in an instance just like a freight train. Well, so far for nothing being set in stone, let's face it, we are all predestined to pass away at a certain, very specific point of time. The dying modalities are evidently just as susceptible to variation as are the circumstances and the manner of departure. However, the common denominator here is constituted on the unchangeable fact that there is no coming back whatsoever once that final curtain has fallen, for real. Death is said to be final, or is it? As you may have noticed, I simply could not resist adding for real - no pun intended - because after all, a fairly marginal percentage among us does actually come back from the brink of death. Those so called near- death experiences well enable their resurrected owners to report in great detail later on and not seldom lead to the profoundest changes possible. Against all sceptic mainstream beliefs, their stories are not only absolutely credible but truly touching and most individually knitted. - I was only 16 when I came across Dr. Moody's bestseller Life After Life about NDEs (Near- Death Experiences). That book left an incredibly deep impression on me and ultimately led to my complete rejection of the commonly so gloomily preached Doom's Day theory. I honestly deemed people's written accounts thoroughly authentic, but when I later witnessed that immense bliss on some of their faces live on TV, I was just blown away. Furthermore, this underscored and supported their printed testimonies in manifold form. Based on that, death solely indicates the end of our physical presence here on earth before transitioning into a purely etheric stage in a different realm which - as hard as it may be to imagine - is mentally only a single thought away and locally indeed as close as a mere arm's length from our whereabouts. As a matter of fact, hardly anyone is capable of visualizing both realms, this world and the Beyond, simultaneously, but that does not conclude that those two realms are not coexistent. Although the chilling hand of death can bring the long needed and anticipated relief to equally the ones suffering and their families as well as friends, it will always be viewed as harsh and unfair. As long as we in the western world keep treating death like a taboo instead of embracing it whole- heartedly as something none of us will ultimately escape anyway, we shall continuously feed our worst fears and anxieties. I suggest that we eventually change our perspective as to how we want to perceive the notion of death in our society and so finally alter its dated grim connotation. - In this sense, fare well, sweet friend, and may your ancestors' spirits joyfully await and duly celebrate your home- coming! Until we meet (and sing) again. To my husband's great- cousin, who was ambushed and executed in cold blood, I would like to say: Come back renewed and refreshed to continue your way as the tender loving soul that you are.