Death. It’s something we don’t like to think about very much, let alone talk about, although it does seem to me that we are becoming more willing to consider this subject these days. This is a good thing, seeing that it is one of the two most significant events we will ever experience, birth being the other, of course.
For myself, perhaps because of recent unfoldments in my life, I’ve been becoming more conscious of mortality.
All analogies tend to break down at some point. But when I think of death, I remember a very special, magical moment which occurred one evening in May, 1955.
I had made the fateful decision to leave England behind. To say goodbye to my parents and my girlfriend. To say goodbye to my job as a junior reporter on the London Daily Express, and my traditional British middle class existence. It all seemed to me so meaningless and constricting.
I longed to know the truth of life. I felt like an alien in an alien world. There was something stirring in me and calling to me, although I had no idea what it was. All I knew was that I must follow the impulse in my heart which said I would find the freedom for which I longed in the wide-open spaces of British Columbia, though I didn’t know a soul there, mind you.
So it was that on that long ago evening in May 1955 I found myself sitting in the lounge of a steamship in the Southampton docks waiting for the magical moment when the ship would cast off its moorings and take me on the first leg of my journey into the unknown.
As I say, any analogy does break down at some point. But as I sat sipping a cup of coffee in the ship’s lounge and looking at the lights of the harbor, and the ship began to move and the propellers began to turn, I was filled with joy and ecstasy greater than anything I had ever known.
There really was more to life than I had yet experienced.
I knew it deep in my heart. And I was on my way to that greater experience of myself and of life even though there would undoubtedly be pitfalls and catastrophes in the process.
So it is, coming back to the subject of death, that while in one way it is just another circumstance we will all have to handle, for me it is also a transition to a new and greater experience of ourselves. It is a doorway to an unfettered experience of the freedom and joy of our being, and of our eternal, unconquerable spirit.
I send love and best wishes and would love to hear any thoughts you may have on the above. I stress that this is just my way of looking at death. We each must honor our own thoughts or conclusions on this matter, of course.