Using Death as our Adviser in Life.
The Death of a Terrorist
In a blog I have followed the writer mention that he was afraid of death. This is no surprise as most are. This encouraged this Doowan to write about death since I Am closer to mine with every moment. Isn’t it strange how birthdays remind one of their death as we get older? My definitive journey is fast approaching. So now seemed like an appropriate time to act and write about death and how it can be used to live ones life.
The fear of dieing seems strange to me as it really boils down to being simply fear. All my life I have been faced with death as one involved in the practice medicine, I saw it on a daily basis. Yes, I know why they call it a practice. True, it wasn’t my death I faced, but it was death never the less. Then again maybe it was my death I was SEEing. With each patient that died in front of me. I died with them! So In essences, I have died a number of times, to many to count. This is why I feel I can write about death, having died so many times. After seeing it so much we became friends. This may sound strange that one would become friends with their death. But in fact this is true. Most people live in fear of death. How can one live life in fear of death? It seems like an oxymoron, like liquid gas.
Death, Life. What’s the difference?
O’-Si-Yo!
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Hi Thunderbird,
and many thanks for some interesting thoughts on a subject that has come to have a lot more meaning to me over the past few years, and while being honest, I don’t really want to meet or welcome my death, I can now say that I no longer fear it, being dead or dying no longer consumes my time, because as we all know, It’s going to happen at some point and cannot be avoided …
Around five years ago, I had a number of near death experiences including 3 separate severe anaphylactic shocks in the space of a fortnight, due to an inept health service that continued to issue a medication without first checking on my medical history, I recovered, but, these events gave me the call I needed to “wake up” … I decided I was going to take my life back into my own hands, and walk away from those who said “they know what’s best” for me, because it appears that actually, they didn’t, they made mistakes, but what was worse, they refused to acknowlege their mistakes, giving me all sorts of excuses as to why I almost died, I was left with the feeling that it was my fault for becoming ill … Anyways … Following this I decided that I would not be taking any more prescribed drugs, or accepting any “treatments” for the “ailments” that I was told I had, so I started to seek more “natural” alternatives, and vowed never to seek the help of the “NHS” again, (barring physical accidents), and since I made this decision both my physical and mental health have dramatically improved, I have found out about the things that hurt me, and now just try to avoid them, I eat a sensible diet sourced from experience and a new awareness of the dangers of processed foods etc, and ultimately it was searching for these “alternatives” that led me to the door of the Doowans, for which I am most grateful.
Quickly following my “awakening” came the pandemic … And guess what ? Those same doctors were contacting me again, almost demanding that I should take their “vaccines”, which if they had checked, they would have discovered that they would probably be putting my life in danger again, so I politely refused citing the facts about what I knew was in these vaccines, which are now (despite what the MSM may say), taking a hefty toll on the rest of the population, including a member of my own family and just recently a couple of my oldest and dearest friends.
The one thing that I am grateful for, after having my “near death” experiences is that they woke me up to the fact that my current physical body is not invincible, and that physical “death” as such, is a very real and normal part of life, oddly, this new realisation is not as scarey as I thought it would be, prior to my “near death” experiences I had lived my life in ignorance, but with a very real fear of death, I would spend many a night lying awake worring about death and pondering the unknown vastness of it all.
So there it was … I could have died, but I didn’t, I’ve now realised that by living my life fearing death, was never going to stop death, and fearing death will only ever detract from my life, and whatever time I have left on this earth, I think that I read this passage somewhere, it sort of represents what I’m saying … “If you walk in a strange town, don’t ever fear what’s around the next corner, just turn the corner and deal with whatever it is there in front of you” …
Even though I have long since accepted that people will always be people, the one thing that does hurt a little, since the start of the pandemic is the amount of them who, have become hostile and distrustful of me, even though I never once boasted or gloated, or tried to advise, it seems that, because I didn’t fall for the same hype surrounding the “covid pandemic” as they did, and the fact that I managed to stay alive and in good health (by remaining maskless and remaining “pure blooded”) throughout, is what has made them angry, it seems that because I wasn’t a “follower of (their) science” and I because I wasn’t terrified of what they were terrified of (death), and because I live my life with clarity, purpose and a renewed thirst for knowlege, they seemed to hate me for it ?
Finally in response to your excellent and thought provoking (10 yrs old !!) post, that has inspired me enough to make my first written contribution, I would like to leave you with the first verse lyrics to a song that I used to hate because of the lyrics, but have now come to love, because of the lyrics …
“All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man”
Blue Öyster Cult (Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Cheers and best wishes
Rob (incho8)
It appears to me that you have already face Death, and past the test. Congrats, you have nothing to fear. Now the hard part comes…… Living life to the fullest.