I have struggled throughout my life with the fear of impending death. I can remember those feelings - the imagined terror of suffocation as I gasp for my last breath and the unavoidable loss of control, like falling off the cliff with no return possible. It's a shared anxiety as I know every person alive (and dead) has faced this demon of dying and it has appeared as different horrifying masks of fate for each of us. I believe, from my own experiences, that the intensity and frequency of these panic attacks are directly proportional to our spiritual health, practice, and faith.
Growing older doesn't necessarily guarantee wisdom and peace but it would seem that remaining open to experience the bridge between our human and spiritual life has changed the death march into a slower and more beautiful procession for me. Joining both sides of life as one elevates my experience and frees my mind from the anticipated pang of death. When my soul felt lost, unidentifiable and disconnected, it was a type of death. I guess in some ways I've already died and come back to life. I've chosen to abide in the embrace of my Source of Life. By bridging those two worlds of spirit and matter, the path between has become less scary and more comfortingly familiar. Though anticipating my last breath is still a challenging conundrum, the surrender to the depth and expansion of my awareness eases and soothes any worries or pain. So living today the best I can gives me comfort from now until the end of then, whenever that is.
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