Death and Dying: Part 1

A lot is said on dying and death and the evolutionary, ever changing quality of it. Something that we innately long to know, the mystery, the darkness, the space, the silence and the unknown. That unquestionable quest of who I am? and where am I going? How did I begin this transformative, fluidic flow of endless gift of awareness? Where am I receiving all this from? And I'm adding here some of my touch to the idea of dying. As if I am merging with my soul community somewhere in the Akasha, as they are waiting for me to join their eternal dance, revealing my akashic records and past life travels. Or I am watching over a loved one or in general being in someone's dream, as a spirit guide, an angel or a prophecy. This sounds super fascinating the path, the connection, the liminal relational reality, the submission to something or somewhere. In actuality dying seems beautiful, transcendental and celebratory.

My journey of working with and understanding the death and dying began with almost a feeling of departure in the moment of an accident on one of the mountains in Saudi Arabia, where I shattered my left knee following a reconstruction and a new dream onwards. A life after dying for a moment. A heartrending event of the year. To much of my amazement, for a second I left my body traversing across the mountainous zone. And in the very next moment, a painfully numbing-semi ecstatic return to the body was a realization that i'm present and it was just a short visit to Bardo (state of a soul between its death and rebirth). it's not a near death experience, yet I call it as if, for a nanosecond I did leave my body, witnessing myself as pure consciousness gliding up in the air into the skies above, I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. Or whatever you may call it. Rising a few inches above my physical self, taking a turn and coming back into the midline. The closest explanation could be like skipping a few heartbeats and in that micro skipping, heaven and hells were seen, dreams were dreamt, liberation was felt multi-dimensionally. Like meeting a friend, my soul commune in that bright short visit? a soft whispering in my ears: Welcome to dying.