I received a telephone call from my friend this morning requesting me to read the lessons at her dad’s funeral. I get emotional hearing her describing her dad describing me when he was alive and how he’d complimented on my readings every time.
The church sent out a funeral check list that have the name, date, time, and size of the service for my friend’s dad. As I read this check list, it forces me to inquire the truth of my death. Questions run through the mind. What is the experience of life when there is no “me” left? What is the experience of “problems” when “problems” are not my problems? What remains when everything is gone? What is it that died when the body dies? Who is asking these questions?
The death of my friend’s dad allows for a deeper opportunity to recognize my attachment to my forms and to inquire their death. There is a sense of freedom in this inquiry. It allows me to be who I am (love) without fear of being annihilated. It gives me the courage to live and to love without defending “me”, without selling out my integrity and my soul. I live, I love.
I am inviting you to inquire over these questions, especially the last question: If all is finished and all is over, what is left? What is it that died when the body dies? Are you aware of your fear of being a nobody? Who are you? What has your life been about? How have you been using your existence (experiences, knowledge) at work and at home up to this point of your life? In other words, what is your life experience use in service of?