Afraid of death .

[AndyF]

Whot are we afraid of ?Are we afraid of a fact or of an idea about the fact ?Are we afraid of the thing as ity is, or are we afraid of what we thing it is. Are we afraid of death , or of the idfea of death? Because I am afraid of the word , of the Ideas , I never understand the fact , I never look at the fact , I am never in direct relation with the fact. It is only when I am in communion with the fact that there is no fear . There is no communion with the facts so long as I have an idea , opinion , a theory about the fact .So we have to be very clear wheather we are afraid of the word ,the idea , or the fact.

Dieing could hurt, being dead aen't all that bad. Things are dead all around you and no complaint from them. :lol: There are things that are alive and don't even know they are. I think much has been made of the mystique of death. The entertainment business has made millions on it.

It wasn't too long ago that homes would have their own wake. My mother at 14 was required to assist in preparing dead bodies for burial. She wasn't happy with it, but it was a chore just like any other. In Italy and Philipines(I think) family members are buried until the soft parts have rotted, then the family brings the bones back into the house. Not uncommon to see the skull of Uncle Guseppe on the dining room shelf. :love5:

AndyF

 

[AndyF]

When my aunty Vivian was dying, she told me what she feared the most about dying.

She said, she'd gotten to see all these lives, all these stories, begin. She'd seen her children born, she'd seen her grandchildren born. She had followed the stories of my life, and of my siblings and cousins and all of our children. She had involved herself in our stories, and was thoroughly enjoying watching them unfold, anticipating where they might go next. And her biggest fear, was that of never getting to finish the stories. Never getting to see how the twists and turns would play out. Would her daughters ever fall easily into their roles as moms? Would her nephew finally find true love and realize the girl he was with was not the woman he wanted? Would her son ever find true love? And most crucially, who would her grandsons grow into, and what adventures would befall them along their journey?

I think our biggest fear is exactly what my aunty described... the fear of missing out. Not of death, for what will we care? Not of pain, for that is over once we're gone. But that this story we've been watching all our lives, will carry on without us.

These things are reserved for the faithful.

AndyF

 

[Curiosity]

China
What a prophetic question for me at this time...

Another journey awaits - many beloved people in my life have made the journey and I would like to think I may join them - but have no decided expectations - only that they may be found again gives
me comfort with no fear, simply anticipation there may be more.

 

[china]

Understand

 

[china]

AndyF
Yes


When we talk of a spiritual entity, we mean by that something which is not within the field of the mind, obviously. Now, is the 'I' such a spiritual entity? If it is a spiritual entity, it must be beyond all time; therefore it cannot be reborn or continued. Thought cannot think about it because thought comes within the measure of time, thought is from yesterday, thought is a continuous movement, the response of the past; so thought is essentially a product of time. If thought can think about the 'I', then it is part of time; therefore, that 'I' is not free of time, therefore it is not spiritual - which is obvious. So, the 'I', the 'you' is only a process of thought; and you want to know whether that process of thought, continuing apart from the physical body, is born again, is reincarnated in a physical form. Now go a little further. That which continues - can it ever discover the real, which is beyond time and measurement. That 'I', that entity which is a thought-process - can it ever be new? If it cannot, then there must be an ending to thought. Is not anything that continues inherently destructive? That which has continuity can never renew itself. As long as thought continues through memory, through desire, through experience, it can never renew itself; therefore, that which is continued cannot know the real. You may be reborn a thousand times, but you can never know the real, for only that which dies, that which comes to an end, can renew itself.

 

[Alexander]

Enough assumptions? I personally love life, and want to make the fullest of it. Although, of course I think about death, and I am afraid what's going to happen. I can't imagine 'not existing' but I feel it might be possible and that creeps me out.

 

[TenPenny]

I enjoy life, and love my family.

That said, I'm not afraid of death, wouldn't bother me if I died tomorrow except that my wife and daughters would (hopefully) be distraught, and my mother would be hurt as well. If not for that, it wouldn't really make much difference.

 

[Dexter Sinister]

As somebody here said, death itself is no big deal, the thing I worry about is the process of getting there. I've seen too many old folks die by inches over several years, suffering horribly in the meantime. Much better to live every day with love and joy and go out quickly and cleanly at the end.

I like Woody Allen's comment on it: I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

And there was somebody else (can't remember who offhand) who said "I'd like to die the way I was born: naked in bed with a young woman."

 

[RomSpaceKnight]

Am not afraid of death. Had a heart attack darn near a year ago. Bro, mum and uncle dead at 38, 46, and 47. I was 43. Would be a bummer and hurts surviving family and friends but am not afraid to die. Walked away from that and a nasty accident with a 10ton dump truck without any issues. Am unkillable, jk, lol

 

[selfactivated]

Am not afraid of death. Had a heart attack darn near a year ago. Bro, mum and uncle dead at 38, 46, and 47. I was 43. Would be a bummer and hurts surviving family and friends but am not afraid to die. Walked away from that and a nasty accident with a 10ton dump truck without any issues. Am unkillable, jk, lol

Thank Goddess *smile*

 

[westmanguy]

Uncertainty. Not knowing. I don't really know whether I'm afraid of death or not. I certainly don't want to die any time soon, I've got things to do yet and I want to dance at my children's weddings, but at my age (58 next month) I know that my life is probably much more than half over. I don't have any life-threatening medical conditions though, at least according to the most recent inspection, so with a little luck and good management I might have another 30 or 40 years left. The men on my mother's side mostly made it into their 90s in pretty good shape. But of the men on my father's side, nobody got past 72 and my father at my age was hypertensive, diabetic, he'd had major abdominal surgery twice, and was two years away from his first episode of congestive heart failure, which is what eventually carried him off at 72. I have no such health issues, I seem to be more like the men from my mother's side and I've also taken better care of myself than any of them ever did.

I know I'll die some day, but I try to live for the day and not think much about that. Doesn't always work though; sometimes I have bleak moments of anxiety about not being around for significant moments in the lives of my children and grandchildren. And I don't even have any grandchildren yet. It's not exactly fear though, it's just things I don't want to miss.

Besides, it's late, I'm tired, and I don't know if I'm making any sense.

Death and dying are two different things. Both of them trouble me when I dwell on it. I wonder what my last moments will be. Massive heart attack? Car accident? Freak accident? Cancer? How much pain will it be and long will that pain endure? Then, the mysteries of death. Will it be eternal nothingness? The concept of never knowing your children again. Much of it is hard to comprehend. Also to be considered is the effect of one's death on loved ones. Never being there for them again. The emotional impact it has on them.

I have never felt good dwelling on the subject. It depresses me when I do.

I have never feared death in itself.

Religion give me no fear, I know I will see my family again when I die. I know I will live an eternal life of peace in Heaven after this life.

Therefore I fear not my death.

I only fear the time leading up to my death... eg. the PAIN..!!

Religious people never fear death..

 

[Avro]

Neither do animals and retards.

 

[selfactivated]

Neither do animals and retards.

You calling me a retard?

 

[selfactivated]

You calling me a retard?

Let me tell you something.....Im NOT religious but I welcome death. Theres different types of pain and theres only so much a body can deal with! If it wasnt for other peoples perception of death and a certain promise I made Id friggin get this life over THIS second! Im NOT an Animal nor a retard (I HATE that word!) Im a woman that doesnt see much left to learn this incarnation. How much more can one person bare?! DONT be calling people names unless youve walked in THEIR shoes!

 

[Avro]

I simply stated a fact, don't get your panties in a knot over it.:roll:

 

[selfactivated]

I simply stated a fact, don't get your panties in a knot over it.:roll:

NO you stated your OPPINION not a fact! Dont tell me what to get upset over! I dont like being called names!

 

[Avro]

An opinion on a fact and if think I was calling you names perhaps you should go hide under your bed a sob yourself to sleep.

 

[AndyF]

china:

Interesting narrative. You'll have to excuse me but I'm a bit of a clutz in this new concept, but I'll keep studying it and try to understand. I see most of your threads are based on this one understanding.

God bless for trying! :angel1:

AndyF

 

[CDNBear]

Are you afraid of death?

Yes.

Is it perhaps because you do not know how to live?

No.

If you knew how to live fully, would you be afraid of death?

Yes.

If you loved the trees, the sunset, the birds, the falling leaf; if you were aware of men and women in tears, of poor people, and really felt love in your heart, would you be afraid of death?

Yes.

{quote]Would you?[/quote]
I said yes.

You do not live with joy, you are not happy, you are not vitally sensitive to things; and is that why you ask what is going to happen when you die?

Can not answer that, because I am the polar opposite.

Life for you is sorrow, and so you are much more interested in death. You feel that perhaps there will be happiness after death. I do not know .After all, fear is at the bottom of all this - fear of dying, fear of living, fear of suffering. If you cannot understand what it is that causes fear and be free of it, then it does not matter very much whether you are living or dead.

I have lived with joy, sorrow, terror, pleasure, pain and so on, that is why I fear death, I live to feel, I feel to live. If the afterlife I believe to be there, is in fact, not, then I will feel no more, that I fear.

What causes fear?

In me, sense and sensiblity, the unknown is only a scary as ones sense or sensiblity will allow. I fear very few things, though I use caution, dictated by sense and sensiblity to measure what caution is needed. And though I have taken serious risks and flirted with death, more then once, it only made me stronger.

 

[CDNBear]

Neither do animals and retards.

Got some proof of that?

You calling me a retard?

I think it was made towords west, self.

I simply stated a fact, don't get your panties in a knot over it.:roll:

No you stated a ridiculous claim, of which you can not provide any evidence, to support.

An opinion on a fact and if think I was calling you names perhaps you should go hide under your bed a sob yourself to sleep.

An opinion on a fact eh? Got anything to back that up.

Oh, btw, grow up. You seem to be reverting to you former self Avro.