The thought of dying seems to dominate in life. The thoughts can be avoided for a time, and yet the thought of dying returns and stars in your life. It is hard for you to get away from this blade that seems to hang over your head. Wherever you turn, the thought of death is imminent. Even when death is far away, thoughts of it are imminent.
There is even the child’s prayer: “…and if I should die before I wake…”
Death is viewed as a haunting ghost that is out to get you. The Grim Reaper is after you. He stands on all sides of you, ready to reap you.
Beloveds, death, what you call death, is really a cushion you fall onto. You fall into My arms where you have always been. Is this to fear? And, yet, feared it is.
You are not here on Earth permanently in a body. From the moment you are born, your body changes. Your body is not timeless. It is temporary whereas you are timeless. There is no clock when it comes to the eternal essence of you. No timer is set. No alarm goes off. Peace be unto you.
How the world will change when death is not an enemy at all, but a friend to escort you somewhere where you would like to go. As it is now, fear of death is an enemy of vast proportions. Fear of death has gotten out of all proportion.
If you could feel the silence of timelessness, death would be but the blink of an eye. It would be nothing at all. Certainly not an interruption of life. Not even an interlude. The interlude, beloveds, is life on Earth. For what may seem long to you is only a moment. You visit Earth and try it out. It is inevitable that you return to full awareness of where you really exist.
Death is spoken of as a transition, yet it is your life on Earth that is the transition, a temporary dropping-off place, the place where you are a nomad, the place where you have a body wrapped around you only to take it off at a certain time. The time is certain. You just don’t know when that is. And yet, time is not. Even as you are a transient, time is not. You are enmeshed in time, yet time does not exist, and there is nothing for you to be enmeshed in. And yet you are. You feel wholly dependent upon your visit on Earth.
You dance a perfect spiral. You spin through the Universe. You hop onto the stars. You kiss the moon. You fry eggs on the sun. And all the while, you are nowhere. There is nowhere to be, and yet you are Being. On Earth or on the stars, you are Being. The viability of Being does not change. You experiment on Earth, and all falls by the wayside. Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
It is more realistic to say that all fall up, all rise up. There is no death for you to be resurrected from.
Snow falls. Souls rise. And even the snow that falls goes back up into the skies from where it came.
Up and down are also illusions commonly agreed upon. You may be upside down now as you think you are right-side-up.
What do you know, beloveds? You think you know there is death. You think there must be death because bodies give up the ghost and lie down. Bodies stop. They become inert. But you, beloveds, you never. You never sleep. You are always awake, and you are never anywhere but with Me deep in My heart, deep in the heart of Heaven, deeply love, deeply in love, deeply loved, deeply and immeasurably Mine. There are no two ways about it.
Enjoy the world more because your sojourn is temporary. And, at the time you leave your body, which you call death, enjoy that too, for what is really changed but the scenery?