Death looms over you, his form hazy shifting and changing. Silently waiting to tear you away from life, destroy all that you have loved. His form is imposing, that deep black fog which strikes pure terror in the hearts of the uninitiated. Our minds cannot comprehend his darkness, and so we view it as grotesque. He looms and peers, always watching- waiting for the final dance to the song of our life.
Where does he truly take us? So few dare to actually acknowledge the question on a conscious level- to except the loss of all we have ever loved in an instant. Whatever lies beyond is a guess, and death is our sole adviser on the subject.
As with the Shamanic traditions of the past, I take my death to be an ally. He has been consulted on many occasions in which mind became troubled. Whether if I have consulted the compartmentalized aspect of self identified with death; or true foreign energy who embodies the subconscious symbol- the result is the same. A finalmost integration that no matter what change may cause suffering, deaths hand is always reaching- attempting to grasp and shatter your universe, putting all that petty shit in perspective.
At any moment I should prepare myself to face his confrontment with an embracing hug of a brother. Ready to take his hand to wherever in perceptual arrangement that is needed.
Directly ask your death if he is here for you, he will answer truthfully for there is no room for petty lies- no need to misconstrue the truth when you are at the apex of the universe.
I welcome the being that separates me from the rest of the universe as a fellow being and friend. Welcome his teachings and his wisdom. Truly become that portion of self to integrate wholly.
Tis a difficult path, one which is only walked by those called to it. Those who have a need to understand in this arduous endeavor. It is a path which is burned into my heart, for how can I possibly heal others to their fullest extents if I am not total myself?
So I’ll walk hand in hand with death, stare deep into the soul of an indescribable being.
Every moment of life is that much sweeter, knowing it could always be the last. A glimpse of infinity in beauty within itself. One remains awestruck at the glory and luminosity, for one must.
Most view death as such a negative product, an indescribable ending- yet it allows the world to be viewed with beauty and a tinge of melancholy. All of the emotional spectrum is engaged, until you learn to simply watch.
For its all we can truly ever do with efficiency.
