Re: The Fear of Death
These are some loaded questions, for sure. I cannot speak for anyone else, however I kind of teeter back and forth between being afraid of death and simply looking at it as a doorway.
I don't fear death itself. I've been around it long enough. I've lost grandparents and even friends my own age. I have not experienced death first hand and come back like some so I really do not have a unique perspective on it from that angle. However, doing some Shamanic rituals that deal with death, I have been and crossed the threshold in some perspective. Some may believe me, some may think I'm full of shit. I can't really say that I care either way because these experiences are what have shaped my belief of death and in the end, that is all that matters to me.
I find it mildly amusing that this topic would come up just a day after someone asked me a similar question in an IRC chatroom. I'm going to give the same answer here as I did there. I feel that my view on death is a little bit contradictory. I do not fear death itself. But I fear dying alone. And in the end, unless it's some freak accident like a plane crashing, I will die alone. I may die with loved ones around me. But that's what they will be. Around me. I am still undertaking the voyage out of my physical existence alone.
I treat death the same way I treat going through a doorway into a pitch black room. I keep the door open as wide as possible to allow as much light into the dark room. I will bring a light with me and fumble for a light switch. The idea of the door unexpectedly closes behind me scares the shit out of me. I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what's in (or isn't, as it were) the dark and not having someone there to tell me it will be all right.
Originally posted by DeseretRose
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I don't fear death itself. I've been around it long enough. I've lost grandparents and even friends my own age. I have not experienced death first hand and come back like some so I really do not have a unique perspective on it from that angle. However, doing some Shamanic rituals that deal with death, I have been and crossed the threshold in some perspective. Some may believe me, some may think I'm full of shit. I can't really say that I care either way because these experiences are what have shaped my belief of death and in the end, that is all that matters to me.
I find it mildly amusing that this topic would come up just a day after someone asked me a similar question in an IRC chatroom. I'm going to give the same answer here as I did there. I feel that my view on death is a little bit contradictory. I do not fear death itself. But I fear dying alone. And in the end, unless it's some freak accident like a plane crashing, I will die alone. I may die with loved ones around me. But that's what they will be. Around me. I am still undertaking the voyage out of my physical existence alone.
I treat death the same way I treat going through a doorway into a pitch black room. I keep the door open as wide as possible to allow as much light into the dark room. I will bring a light with me and fumble for a light switch. The idea of the door unexpectedly closes behind me scares the shit out of me. I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what's in (or isn't, as it were) the dark and not having someone there to tell me it will be all right.
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