It’s been a strange day today as I breathed through the news of my sister’s death. She was found dead in her apartment, she had just turned 47. Initially, I sensed a nervousness when hearing she had died but as I breathed, I realized once again, how we take our physical body and our physical reality for granted. Then, when death arrives, we fear it, question it and finally allowing no other choice, we ultimately, accept it. My phone has rang off the wall and my email is full of ‘condolences’ and, all I can really say is, what the fuck! Are people really serious when they say, ‘well she’s in heaven now with God and with her mom’, and saying how they are, ‘praying for her soul’. What soul? Where is the soul? Have anyone ever seen or touched the soul? The ‘soul’, as well as the ‘idea’ of a ‘God’, as far as I can see, has fucked us all up big time.
How is it that after all these millions upon millions of years of us as humans walking this earth, that we still hang onto and believe such nonsense. We say things as if that’s suppose to make everything alright and it does nothing to assist anyone who is actually here walking on this earth. It’s just another way of hiding our head in the sand so we don’t have to take responsibility for how and what exists within our world. I don’t need, nor do I require anyone’s ‘condolences’. And, I’m quite sure that my sister, the Being that she really is, does not require anyone to ‘pray for her soul’. Stop praying for peoples ‘soul’ – that’s ignorant. In fact, stop praying. Get up off your knees – face yourself and the mess here on earth in self-honesty, so we can stop all the suffering.
Maybe, for a split second after her death, my sister was able to see the truth of our existence, which is more than we who are here are willing to see. I don’t believe for one minute she met with a ‘God’, or the Being who was our ‘mom’ while here on earth. I’m sure she is walking her process as we all are and, more than likely doesn’t remember who she was when she was here. Most of the time, we can’t even remember who we are in our dreams when we sleep, so what makes us think we’ll remember ourself in death… We are nothing more than systems existing through and as our mind as consciousness.
How can anyone in common sense not realize that there is no God and, if you believe there is one, then how is it that your not questioning the fact that thousands of children die from starvation daily because of our fucked up money system. Few people will even ask that question. I am no longer willing to accept this thing we call ‘life’ because, ‘life’ here on earth, is nothing but ‘hell’, and then we die. I for one, have had enough. As I breathe, I am stopping myself through Self-Forgiveness and I am standing in support of an Equal Money System. Stop waiting to die to receive a ‘heaven’- when we can all agree as one, to create ‘Heaven on Earth’ through the ‘Principle of Equality’.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to miss and cry for the person I believed my sister to be and the person I wanted her to become instead of realizing that in doing so I validate the mind of consciousness, the enslavement of humanity through thoughts, feelings and emotions, that which we have become, that which is not real, that which accepts and allows atrocity as our abusive money system. I stop. I breathe, I direct me here in self-honesty standing according to and as the Principle of Equality in support of an Equal Money System to allow dignity for and as all life to experience.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear the death of those who I’ve known all my life for in that fear what I’m really fearing is who and what I’ve become according to what I’ve accepted and allowed when I didn’t stand up for and as all life because I see, understand and realize that within us each one we have the ability to stand up for and as all life so that all life will no longer suffer as mind consciousness systems.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to become angry against life for giving up on itself and allowing atrocity to exist, instead of realizing that it is me who gives up on me and in doing so I separate myself from life itself. I stop. I breathe, I release the anger and I stand in support of and as all life so that all suffering to and of life may and will stop as all stand together hand in hand in support of all life to experience dignity through breath accepting each other as self as all as one as equal.