Three 'rubs'
April 26th 2010 11:03
I have always found it interesting what people feel and believe about dying and death. I have learned as I grew older that no matter what people profess to believe, when it gets to the nitty gritty of facing the end of life, many people find their faith / belief doesn’t help them face their fears, which have lingered deep down in the subconscious all along.
Like most people, I followed the beliefs of my parents as a child and tried to do the practices that I thought a Christian was supposed. I was heavily influenced by stories about nuns and those who gave their all for others. How noble and self sacrificing. But as I grew up and began to ask questions about how and what and why, being told you just have to believe didn’t meet my needs. I didn’t know what these needs were but I knew the faith of my parents and their friends and many of my friends wasn’t for me.
I studied and enquired for many years into all manner of beliefs and spiritual paths: Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism, Islam and more. I tried meditation, out of body travel, Tarot cards, Spiritualism. I found I had gifts and strengths I never knew I had. Each of them was very interesting but still none answered all of these nagging questions. So I gave up. I threw myself into living and experiencing but it left me feeling there has to be more.
Then I found something 18 years ago that suited me very well and I continue with it. I have found answers to all of the adolescent questions and many adult ones as well. It offers scope to discover more and more about myself and the point of my existence. I have answers to what happens when the physical body lets go its claim in the physical world. But, and here’s the rub, I can’t talk to a lot of people about it as much of what I know and believe challenges much of what other people believe and know to be true about their lives.
Aren’t truth and understanding what religion and spirituality are supposed to be about? I think so. The paradox is that every spiritual path / religion / belief system teaches theirs is the one true way to find God. How can this be so? In the Christian “Bible”, Jesus Chris is supposed to have said: “In my father’s house there are many mansions.” Could this mean that there are many spiritual paths / religions / belief systems to suit the many and varied consciousnesses of the billions of Souls on this planet and all will eventually lead home to God?
It took many years to persuade my parents and other members of my family that my chosen spiritual path did not mean that I was damned and heading for hell. In fact, as time has progressed they have seen how I have become a more balanced and calmer person. My life has not been made easier. If anything, I have faced more difficult challenges because I have made a commitment to balance all the karmic debt I create over many lifetimes and thus owe, consciously and completely, so life won’t be easy. But I manage my life better and deal with the ups and downs in ways that ensure I learn what I need to learn and may even reflect to others a positive attitude to life.
My attitude to dying and death is simple. We, as Soul, come into a body and live out our lives within that body until it’s time to leave the physical plane. We have chosen this life and have many agreements with other Souls to help us complete the journey we decided we want to do and to help them complete theirs.
But, here’s the second rub, within a few short years of being here, the conscious mind has forgotten all of that. So what happens? Well, most of us will bumble around, making mistakes, hopefully learning right from wrong, possibly completing some of the assignments and agreements we made pre this life, trying to find out what love is and if we’re lucky we do. And if we don’t get it right, no problems; there is always another chance to come back and try again.
I am trying to live my life consciously every day. I want to be aware of why I do and say things. I want to be able to tune in to divine spirit and be open to the advice and guidance that is being sent to me, and be able to distinguish this from all the negative stuff that bombards me daily.
Some years ago, I helped my father pass from this life to continue his journey after death, something I never ever imagined I would do as our beliefs were so different.
My mother has been ill recently and I have had some conversations with her about life beyond death. As elderly people do, she is becoming more attuned to the life hereafter and it scares her. She talks to me and has even asked for my help. And, here’s the third rub, I cannot change anything that is her lot. I cannot ‘tell the man to go away’ if he is there for her. I can only offer love and reassurance that all is in its rightful place.
When she was very ill and delirious, I sang HU to her for hours and she was singing with me as the long night progressed. At one time, I told her that she should trust and stop fighting, to which she responded very distinctly: ‘I never learned to trust.’ Yet as a child, I was told that was what I had to do to follow the faith of my parents.
Love is what everyone can give to anyone else. It’s what we are here to learn about: pure, unconditional, detached love. And often, the hardest person to love is yourself. We are all Soul, having a human experience. If we were all perfect, we wouldn’t need to be here.
Like most people, I followed the beliefs of my parents as a child and tried to do the practices that I thought a Christian was supposed. I was heavily influenced by stories about nuns and those who gave their all for others. How noble and self sacrificing. But as I grew up and began to ask questions about how and what and why, being told you just have to believe didn’t meet my needs. I didn’t know what these needs were but I knew the faith of my parents and their friends and many of my friends wasn’t for me.
I studied and enquired for many years into all manner of beliefs and spiritual paths: Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism, Islam and more. I tried meditation, out of body travel, Tarot cards, Spiritualism. I found I had gifts and strengths I never knew I had. Each of them was very interesting but still none answered all of these nagging questions. So I gave up. I threw myself into living and experiencing but it left me feeling there has to be more.
Then I found something 18 years ago that suited me very well and I continue with it. I have found answers to all of the adolescent questions and many adult ones as well. It offers scope to discover more and more about myself and the point of my existence. I have answers to what happens when the physical body lets go its claim in the physical world. But, and here’s the rub, I can’t talk to a lot of people about it as much of what I know and believe challenges much of what other people believe and know to be true about their lives.
Aren’t truth and understanding what religion and spirituality are supposed to be about? I think so. The paradox is that every spiritual path / religion / belief system teaches theirs is the one true way to find God. How can this be so? In the Christian “Bible”, Jesus Chris is supposed to have said: “In my father’s house there are many mansions.” Could this mean that there are many spiritual paths / religions / belief systems to suit the many and varied consciousnesses of the billions of Souls on this planet and all will eventually lead home to God?
It took many years to persuade my parents and other members of my family that my chosen spiritual path did not mean that I was damned and heading for hell. In fact, as time has progressed they have seen how I have become a more balanced and calmer person. My life has not been made easier. If anything, I have faced more difficult challenges because I have made a commitment to balance all the karmic debt I create over many lifetimes and thus owe, consciously and completely, so life won’t be easy. But I manage my life better and deal with the ups and downs in ways that ensure I learn what I need to learn and may even reflect to others a positive attitude to life.
My attitude to dying and death is simple. We, as Soul, come into a body and live out our lives within that body until it’s time to leave the physical plane. We have chosen this life and have many agreements with other Souls to help us complete the journey we decided we want to do and to help them complete theirs.
But, here’s the second rub, within a few short years of being here, the conscious mind has forgotten all of that. So what happens? Well, most of us will bumble around, making mistakes, hopefully learning right from wrong, possibly completing some of the assignments and agreements we made pre this life, trying to find out what love is and if we’re lucky we do. And if we don’t get it right, no problems; there is always another chance to come back and try again.
I am trying to live my life consciously every day. I want to be aware of why I do and say things. I want to be able to tune in to divine spirit and be open to the advice and guidance that is being sent to me, and be able to distinguish this from all the negative stuff that bombards me daily.
Some years ago, I helped my father pass from this life to continue his journey after death, something I never ever imagined I would do as our beliefs were so different.
My mother has been ill recently and I have had some conversations with her about life beyond death. As elderly people do, she is becoming more attuned to the life hereafter and it scares her. She talks to me and has even asked for my help. And, here’s the third rub, I cannot change anything that is her lot. I cannot ‘tell the man to go away’ if he is there for her. I can only offer love and reassurance that all is in its rightful place.
When she was very ill and delirious, I sang HU to her for hours and she was singing with me as the long night progressed. At one time, I told her that she should trust and stop fighting, to which she responded very distinctly: ‘I never learned to trust.’ Yet as a child, I was told that was what I had to do to follow the faith of my parents.
Love is what everyone can give to anyone else. It’s what we are here to learn about: pure, unconditional, detached love. And often, the hardest person to love is yourself. We are all Soul, having a human experience. If we were all perfect, we wouldn’t need to be here.
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