Death is a Delusion
By mati. Filed in Life |
When I was about 20 years old, I almost froze to death in the mountains of Norway. This was an experience I will never forget. I went skiing with some friends, and if anyone of you has seen the Bridget Jones movies, I was like Bridget Jones. I wasn’t good at skiing, I didn’t have the right equipment or clothes for the trip, and I was lagging behind everyone else. Truth be told, I didn’t even want to go out that day, it was just too cold. But I went anyway. After walking for a while, the weather turned. Out of nowhere a blizzard appeared, and everyone turned around and started running back to the cabin. I was running, too, but somehow, my skis didn’t slide as fast as the other’s, and I was getting further and further behind. I was so cold, so I stopped and looked in my backpack for more clothes, but of course, there was none. The skin on my face started freezing up, and my movements became slower and slower.
Normally, when the brain sends a message to move, we don’t even notice this. We just move. But, in my case, my brain would try to move, but my arms and legs had a harder and harder time doing it.
Anyway, I finally stopped freezing, thank God, and everything was going into slow motion. Then, something amazing happened – everything around me became luminous. The snowflakes looked like luminous stars, the snow around me looked like soft glowing down comforters, everything became so beautiful that I was in a state of complete awe! I could feel my body not working any more, and at the same time, I could feel myself as “me” being absolutely crystal clear, more clear than I had ever been before. The separation between the real me, and my body was so clear, and I remember thinking “my body is dying, and it’s ok…”
I just wanted to lie down and eat that beautiful snow, and I knew that if I did that, my body would be finished, but it didn’t matter. I knew that I would still be ok, because at that point, I had already experienced that I am not my body. So, I layed down in the snow and surrendered.
At this point, one of my friends turned around and saw me collapsed, and they ran back and managed somehow to drag/push me home. I had no interest in going home at this point because I was so blissed out by the whole experience. But they did get me home, so I lived to tell the tale.
However, one thing always stuck with me from this experience – I am not my body. I live in the body, but when the body is finished, I simply move on. Life can not be destroyed – it simply changes form. In other words, what we call death, is simply a delusion. It is not real. It is only a transition between forms, that’s all…
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