the Philosophy of Death

This is a thought that has been in my mind recently, I don’t normally put so much thought into it but death seems to be feared when it comes to it being just the most mundane experience possible. You wont think nor feel and won’t have any memory of it. There it that side of the argument which seems to stand tall towering other views, for example the Christianity belief of an afterlife of paradise or torment. Then there’s the Buddhist view of rebirth or transcending to a much higher state of peace beyond the reaches of life. Of course I have my belief that I consider a Great Mystery. Life itself is as mysterious as death, but like the Buddhist I believe in impermanence: that everything has an end, even death. But I’m curious in seeing what you guys think on the topic. Oblivion, salvation, transcendence?

Sometimes I wonder if death even exist, we are a species that tend to over think things. Perhaps the magic of language labeled death and now defining it in other words of the same language to comprehend it isn’t enough to fully grasp the concept of death. Your thoughts?

Take time to watch this video here, a man takes a strictly scientific approach on investigations having to do with reincarnation.

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The best bet is also one that I harbor on the level of intuition. And that is existence, being human, and the essential nature of man is grounded in his consciousness. While living, we go around thinking of who we are, but the longer we live, the more the I get the impression that the I we think we are, is nothing but a construct based on our situation. Of all the who’s we think we are, the most astounding one is that we are none, some, or all of them. This is what Khrishnamurti thought.

As we approach death, the idea is, to let go of not who we really are, but who we think we are. As we loose this sense the death of our conscience awareness of who we are is lost forever anyway.

By the same token we don’t come from anywhere, our self awareness if formed, starting as soon as we are born. So we aren’t really born or die, and whatever consciousness is, is probably a field that we share.

It is possible that this process of individualization, which is one of the psychologist Jung’s basic principles, should be followed by a re integration into a whole, as a process of ego death. We can achieve this in this life, and the profundity of Jesus christ comes into focus here, when He says, "Amen I say to You, You have to die now, in order to be with me in Paradise.

I believe in ghosts, they may be cognitive entities who are afraid to die, there may be angelic and demonic entities, with various ways they perceive them self, and are condemned to sustain their identity , through many lifetimes, sometimes improving in the next, sometimes degraded…

The self is perfect but improvement and degradation from one reincarnation to the next, is probably an imminent process, and for these reasons I do not believe in psychological death. There is only life through consciousness, with individualization and re-integration a constant process of a living, conscious Nature.

The logos of the center for me, is best represented by mandala like representations what saves the system by an absolute singularity, analogical to a physical black hole.

The fear in this process is illusive, since the whole scheme is structured with a space/time configuration.

There is no death, because this life, is itself an illusion. It is not real, because there is no real, only a representations of it.

I consider death to be allot like sleep. We should be as afraid of death as we are afraid of taking a nap.

Dan~, it isn’t the nap people are afraid of–it’s never waking up from the nap that’s frightening. But it shouldn’t be. We are our ego, constantly clinging to life because life gives our ego expression. Without life, we wouldn’t be–ROFLMAO!!!

When I have almost died (e.g. being narrowly missed by oncoming traffic, slipping on a precarious ledge of the Grand Canyon, etc.) I got a tingling sensation accompanied by fear and fascination. Or maybe it was just adrenaline. Whatever the case, I instinctively pulled away from the traffic and the edge of the canyon (with success, thankfully) but just as soon as I had done so I became consumed with the idea of what if…? Ultimately, I imagine myself dying as an old man with a curiosity and readiness for death that occupies my mind through any pain I might be having and renders me receptive to the transition.

Maybe some souls are so strong that they will take a new host, but far from all will live again, they just die and pass away.

There has been many myths about ghosts, 1 was in ancient greece, when a ghost approached a man 1 night, and shaked a chain the ghost had on him, the ghost wanted the man to follow and led him to a place where a dead corpse laid, it was the body of the ghost.
The man gave the corpse a proper funeral and the ghost didn’t reappear.

There was a myth about some dancing ghosts on a rail way, just nearby there was fond their corpses. It was said they had an agonizing death quite violent and unjust.

It seems the common thing for these ghosts is that they have something unforfilled. When the unforfilled desire are met, they will vanish.

When our earth are destroyed when the sun expands to a red giant, where does all the souls go? My best bet is that they just vanish, very tragic but life is unfair.

 My feeling is that they become one with the fire of the sun