Inner Light
When we talk about death we often talk about the physical body. But that has been the least of my experience. Yes, I have been through death: death of a mother/father figure, death of an aunt, death of nearly all my grandparents, two dogs and a cat, not to mention the young ones on the periphery, those who I didn’t know well, but touched me still. And those in war-torn countries whom I’ve never met. I feel them all. But death is not just that.
Death is of the ego*
In my understanding, the ego identifies with the body to separate itself and create a separate identity. It can be special, definitive and alone. The ego is that part of ourselves that is not aligned with life. With communion. It is the part that sides only with death.
But what if death was something simpler? What if death could be embraced, not as the death of the physical body, but as the ending of a cycle? Or the end of suffering?
Like I discussed on the radio show with Cezarina Trone, death is a daily thing; a constant dance of change.
What if death could be a temporary passage to the beginning of a Life magical?
In my recent talks with women, I have learned the common story of how death wraps itself around us when change is on the horizon. We hide into our selves and think something is wrong with us, that we cannot survive, or that we are alone…
…but death is nothing, if not a harbinger of change.
The larger part of us, that knows life, that embraces change, whether you call it God, Your Higher Self, or the Miracle, is what pulls us through to that other side of Life. Not just the “light at the end of the tunnel”, the consolatory image so often attributed to the “after-life”, but to the light of Life that exists always within us, right here and now.
Change is difficult, and surrender of the ego is harder. The ego wants us to cling to our old ways, to other people’s visions of us, to the bonds that tie us tightly to one another, to our old identities, and to conflicts between disparate personalities/groups/countries.
But I have seen another light within me, within all of us, that holds us in balance at the worst possible pronouncement of death calling for us to crumble. No! we say from somewhere inside. NO! I will not pass away, not unto death, but to Life! To Freedom! To the Strength I didn’t know I had.
This death is harder – more contemporary. It is the death of what you once were, your illusions about your self. About what life is for. And when you let go of that, you do not have death, you have something unchanging and new. A vision that swells and drips with purpose, that comforts you. It grows even as you rest. Even as the rain drips down from the balcony and the heavy curtains seem to close…
I champion those who are willing to go through this curtain; who have the courage to cling, not to the ego’s grip, but to a new hand, a new day; who have the courage to peek through the curtain to see the light shining back at them, the happy faces in the front row waiting for them, for You, to Rise.
This is your day. Become the ultimate Scene-Stealer. Bow only to Life.
*based on a study of A Course in Miracles.
