Death

To save you having to read the rest of this blog let me state, right here and now, that there is no such a thing as death. Nothing can ever cease to exist. It can transmute itself into other forms, metamorphose into other shapes, other uses, but it cannot die—meaning—cease to exist. Both, manifested and the un-manifested realities are eternal.

Only those should read on who accept the above a priori. This is pure physics. Matter can turn into energy, energy into matter. No disappearance, no dying. The physicists, particularly in special and general relativity, call it mass-energy equivalence.

So the only question we must ask ourselves is if there is anything that the generally accepted definitions of mass and energy do not cover. Does beauty exist? Are there emotions? Are they ‘real’? And what of love—does love exist? Is it a form of energy? And, of course, there are thoughts gallivanting all over the universe. Our thoughts? Do they really exist? Or do we merely imagine that we think—that anyone is capable of generating thoughts? Imagine? But if so, what is imagination, what of its mass and energy equivalence? And what of that which has no mass, just behaves as though it had—like light. Do photons really exist? And as for thoughts, once produced, where do they go? Are they absorbed into whatever we are thinking about? Into a piece of music, or a painting, or sculpture? What happens to them?

Are any of those concepts real?

If the answer to any of the above is yes, then they too, at their most elemental form, must remain immortal, subject to metamorphosis and/or transmutation, of course, but they can never cease to exist.

Like you and me.

It is my contention that we, yes—you and I—are foci of consciousness which generate thoughts, emotions, imagination, feelings, other than physical—those we assign to the material enclosures in which we reside at present. But when asleep, when dreaming, when flying on the wings of fancy, it is not our physical body that carries our awareness. It is the entity we constructed with our thoughts generated by our minds, not brains but minds, with our emotions—both attributes of our consciousness. Our bodies can’t do that. Remove consciousness from our bodies and they are little more than bags of water with an admix of some minerals.

People mused for millennia trying to define their real selves. To define means to set limitations, and our I AM has no limitations. Thus, it can’t be done. I AM is eternally connected, indomitably indivisible from that which is Omnipresent, Eternal, Indestructible.

Nothing dies. Not the I AM. And thus neither can you nor I. Two years ago I wrote an essay entitled WHO AM I? It is part of my collection of essays in the book Beyond Religion III. It reaches out into ancient history, tracing the search for our identity. You might find it interesting. 

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