Death is a frightening experience to some people, to others; they find solace in the idea of expiring. Many adolescence are so infatuated with the idea of death they dress in all black and then assume an identity they feel is “Goth” enough to represent the shallow emotional state they feel, and thus assume the role of the reaper of death. Some, not all those who embrace Goth, even go as far as to practice rituals exalting death – welcoming the dark side and mystical future death holds.
Having been at deaths doorstep many times in my life, I know of no other place where an individual is at the mercy of fate, cause, and effect more so than at those last few breaths when you are contemplating the possibilities of an afterlife. I will not debate the stories of the bright lights and golden arches, or the voices drawing you closer, or the sweet aroma of spring blossoms and the smells of grandma’s kitchen when she baked your favorite cookies. I did not experience a blue-eyed golden-haired short-bearded man in a flowing white robe with lions and lambs sitting beside him, nor did I experience a tall skeletal figure in a flowing black robe with oppressed children hiding under his gown reaching out to me. No! My experiences were unique to me, and I feel everyone’s experience is unique, different, and exclusive to them.
In my experiences, I felt emptiness and the feeling of being at the mercy of circumstance. I experienced a brief “whiteout”. I heard the doctors in the room stating, “He’s crashing”, and “he’s lost too much blood, he’s anemic”. The next thing I remember is passing out on the floor, and then waking up a few days later. I was then informed that I was close to dying. If the “white” I experienced right before crashing and passing out was the famous white light, I had mistaken it for the side effects of passing out. Yes, it was bright, and I was frightened and I also had a feeling of desolation and humility, but after all, life was leaving my body.
I made amends with my maker and made my attempt to right the wrongs in my life, but somehow I knew if I died at that very moment, I would leave this planet with unfinished business. Maybe that is what kept me going. I simply do not know. However, I was not looking forward to death, nor did I feel death was the answer at that very point in my life.
When I consider how many people die unjust deaths, it frustrates and confounds me. A young man’s wife passes away in an automobile accident and leaves two surviving sons, one who is stricken with a fatal disease and he is not expected to live into adulthood. The young father is left with an ailing son to tend to and a teenage son who is graduating from high school in a year or two. The automobile accident that claimed his wife’s life was a freak accident during a snowstorm and no fault was found: this is unthinkable and unmerciful.
Is there anything beyond life? Faith would have you believe there is, and why not? Without something more beyond this life, what would life mean to the core essence of humanity? It is comforting to think your deceased loved ones have passed on from this life to a better place. To take that away from humanity would be akin to murdering God and destroying Heaven and Hell. Surely, the people you hate, the murderers and pedophiles that some may feel deserve no mercy, have been sent directly to Hell to receive the wrath of Satan. Yes, an afterlife is necessary in life and in the morning process for humanities survival.
Is there proof of life after death? There are those stories in the bible. Some feel that is enough proof in itself, others feel little to no comfort in the biblical tales of the raising of the dead or in Jesus’ return from the grave. They may have an emptiness or void others do not experience, however they may still ponder the same questions regarding the soul and afterlife. Their feelings are just as important as someone who has faith in the unknown and rests in the joy of heavens acceptance.
What is to fear about death? I will tell you, it is the great unknown. No one has ever come back from Heaven or Hell, or the grave, to inform us of what lies beyond. It is not death that frightens us, it is the unknown, uncertainty and for some of us the idea of experiencing a painful lengthy death. Hey, I am right there with you in life and in death.