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27 April 2006 @ 11:18 pm
There is no death  
"My mother did not die a few days ago. My mother cannot die. Her biological computer ceased to operate and her infinite, eternal consciousness departed to whence it came. When her family's computers do the same we will be reunited in awareness and have a bloody good laugh at what we all did, thought and said while caught in this web of illusory disconnection".

So stated David Icke, on the week his Mother died.

My only experience of death was the time my family's budgie
(Cassie) died; I recall the hysteria, the surreal reaction to a completely natural process, by my fellow family members. I questioned why we react like we do, and what it means for us as individuals to react in such a way.

As Cassie lay slowly dying in her cage, my parents running around me traumatized and flustered, I pushed my finger in and gently stroked her. She died soon after. It was a profound and magical experience - yet there was more to come, much more: several weeks later, I was awakened in my sleep - apparently floating out of my body - by a loud squawk. I knew instinctively and totally that it was Cassie. The sound she made held the essence of a war-cry; as if to say "Look at me now, no longer limited you fuckers!!" and I felt her size to be extraordinarily large.

It was her gift to me; a thank you - on one hand - but mostly a comment on the temporal nature of our limitations here in this world, and of our innate, infinite potential beyond it.

It's not something I'm going to forget in a hurry. Noooooo.
Current Mood: amusedamused
aww_my_bees: tongueaww_my_bees on April 27th, 2006 11:41 pm (UTC)
I like that! ^_^
Yeah, the 'character' is like a movie screen, the memories and feelings are projected onto it.
But what we really are is the light that shines through the film, onto the screen, even after the movie has finished rolling. Its been there all along, and it always will be there.
Matt: weinerzdrakotah on April 28th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)
The space that lies between believing in that, and knowing it, though, is a chasm. Being on the other side is a wonderful place to be...