Death and birth are the only True and Real experiences we have in life. Everything else is tainted by the Mind, Ego, Emotion, and Imagination.
We are pure at birth and again at death and we see with the True Eyes of Consciousness. We know who we are and what we are, because at that point, we are all that is.
The illusion does not exist anymore for the person who has made peace with their inner nature prior to death.
Clarity of be-ing is what is felt prior to birth and it can be felt prior to death, if we return within to our source of Beingness.
The illusions of Mind, Ego, and Imagination seduce us most of our lives, but the closer we come to the end, their influence loses its grip. We marvel at how fast life appears to be going and nostalgia invades our waking moments.
We realize that all our dreams, desires, and expectations seem small when we consider the big question of “Why?"
All images and concepts of life after death are inaccurate and untrue. No idea exists, as reality after death. Images, ideas and concepts are attempts to explain the unexplainable. They do not hold the weight of Awareness as a proof of reality in Consciousness. Only through Awareness can you experience the true nature of reality, after you leave the mind and physical body behind.
The mystery of life is really only a mystery for the Mind. Mind does not directly know anything. It catalogs, memorizes, collects, analyzes, thinks, believes and observes, but has no direct experience of anything.
It is a tool for living in the physical world, not for knowing the world of Feelings and Awareness. It is a companion for Ego to create an experimental identity for a lifetime, then perishes at death.
There is no Mind after death. It would separate us from the reality of existence.
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The nearest I was to death all I felt was curiosity.