The process of death and dying begins the moment we enter the world. As we begin the aging process, we progress toward the end result – death. The continuation of time is something, which is unalterable. The idea of death – the fear of the unknown – has been bothersome since the beginning of time. Juan Ponce de Leon, was so fearful of death and the unknown that he spent his life chasing the illusion of locating the mystical Fountain of Youth. The idea of eternal life, even the living dead – a vampire’s existence – derives from such an attraction to life. I think for me, it is less about the fear of death and more about the unwillingness of letting go of my precious existence – life – I simply enjoy life too much to give into the idea of death.
It seems like every other day lately, I hear about someone I have experienced in life who has died. Actors and musicians I once admired are all falling like leaves and floating down the river Styx. Lately, I have had relatives and friends who have died. No matter how you cut it, watching your relatives and friends die really sucks. My parents are rapidly aging and for anyone, that sucks too. Sure, we all must die, but as my friends and relatives die, I almost feel as though a small part of me is dying in the process.
In my lifetime, I have attended many funerals. If I tried to recall them all, I am sure I would miss a few. Does that mean I care less, or that the person’s life was insignificant to me, no! It simply means I have attended way too many funerals. Perhaps that is why I decided to write a book on the paranormal. If there is any way to reach the dimension of the otherworldly and contact the deceased, then possibly… just maybe… there may be a glint of hope that the world beyond – the afterlife – may not be all that dismal? That is our shared hope.
I have carried the cross of the Christian cause and I realize that which rest in the ideology of faith and religion – hope. I have also realized the darkness and disparity of a lost soul and an individual who lives a life of careless aberration. Neither life can bring me closer to realizing the truth of the unknown, for each present their own unanswerable questions and half-truths and leave me with doubts of what awaits us beyond this life.
In my desperation for the truth about the afterlife, I have opened many doors. I have expounded on many religious issues and I have embarked on many spiritual journeys. I have yet to come to a single concrete conclusion. Perhaps, life is meant to be lived and that is all there is to it. To me, that seems hopeless and without much sense when you consider the complexity of life and of the human condition. Could it be… death is the continuation of life, an unwritten chapter in humanity, one that we have no control of and no influence over, but in our humanity we consider death as an end so we deem it a closing chapter to life. Maybe death is the beginning, the place where no disease, no prejudice, and no poverty resides. A place where hate, war, and pain are forbidden. A place where time stands still.
I often wonder; if I were in the otherworld – the afterlife, a peaceful place where all who have passed through this life live in peace and harmony and love in ways beyond our comprehension, would I want a place like ours, a place filled with hate, prejudice, war; a place filled with disease and pain, to be allowed to have free-flowing contact and knowledge with my Utopia… I think not.
I shall continue my research and writing my manuscript about the realm of the unknown respectfully, with the knowledge that if I am given a glimpse into the dimension of what await beyond this life, for now, I am merely a visitor!
This has been a… View From My Loft