Death and Life

I don't know what you expected after reading the title "Death and Life". Particularly why I placed Life after death will be explained later. Although I do not believe in Life after death and such things, I am very curious and interested in the various view points of others in this matter. I can go as far to say that I get a kind of satisfaction reading these things. I've read this in "Tibetan Book of the Dead"(no I haven't literally completed it). So read this wonderful excerpt from the book about Death and Rebirth and the way it is Don't worry, it is in the form of a story and I am sure you will find it interesting, although it is a little long.


He was old. He felt old. His body did not work right anymore, and he
was always tired. His eyes were rheumy, and there were pains in his
joints that woke him in the cold night time.

One night, as he slept, a soft white light filled his hut. He looked
up, and saw the most beautiful Lady he had ever seen standing in the

“Who are you?” he whispered.

Death,” She answered, quietly.

“Death?” His reply was confused. “I never thought Death would be
so beautiful! We have always pictured you as some kind of spectre of

The Lady smiled. “You only fear Death because you do not remember it.
Just as you fear Life, because you do not remember it. Come. Walk with
me, and be at peace.”

He got out of the straw bed, and walked to Her. She took his hand, and
he looked back at the bed. He saw his body, laying there. Still and
unmoving. Dead.

“It’s quite a shock, isn’t it?” Her voice was calm.

“Am I …. dead?”

“Most assuredly so. Come.”

They walked out of the cottage, hand in hand, and he noticed that they
were not walking thru the streets of the village where he had lived.

“Where are we?”

“You’ll see in a moment. Wait.”

“Am I bound for Hell?” he asked.

She stopped, and looked him in the eyes.

“There is no Hell. You have lived as most humans do, loving, hating,
being loved and being hated. You did the best you could with the Light
you had to see by. You have learned much, and earned much.”

Her voice was low, but filled with a vibrancy that touched his very
soul. They continued a little way down a hill, and then turned a
corner, or something very much like it, and he saw, and heard the

“Is it Heaven? What is it? It’s beautiful!”

“This is the Summerland. Here you will rest a while, and play, and
perhaps meet old playmates again and discuss your Game, and ways to
improve It. It is time for you to remember all your lives.”
She reached up, and softly touched him on the forehead.

“Now remember.”

And he did.


“It is time for you to go now.”

The Lady spoke to him in a sweet voice.

“So soon?” he answered, “It seems as if I just arrived.”

“It always does,” she smiled, “But it’s time to move on to
another life and another body. You’ll like this one.”

“I hope so. Buchenwald was not pleasant….”

“No, it isn’t. But, like you folks say, ‘that’s Life!’”

He laughed, and stood up on the so-green grass.

“Yeah, I guess it is. See you in a while, folks.”

The Circle of friends waved at him, wishing him luck and good
fortune, and he and the Lady moved off into a misty area.

“Pretty foggy here,” he remarked.

“It will clear up soon,” she said, and she took his hand.

They walked for a long time, until he saw they were on a quiet
street in a small town. It looked like a nice place. Around the corner
was a park, and in it, two people, a man and a woman, were sitting on a
bench, holding hands. They were deeply in love, and that love shone
around them to those with eyes to see.

“These are your parents. They’re nobody special, but they’re nice
people and you’ll like them,” She said.

“They look like nice folks,” he replied. “Anything I need to know
before I do this?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you. Life is one of those things that
you just have to experience on your own.”

“OK,” he said, “I guess You’re right, all things considered.”

The Lady laughed, and touched him on the forehead.

“Now forget, for a time, until you return to Me.”

And he did.

And here's another optical illusion for today.

A combination of 3 perpective views of dice place on the floor. One view for each corner and very skillfully done too. But there are some minor, very minor flaws in it. The right side of the triangle should have had its shadow on the carpet(or maybe it should have not because it seems vertical). You could easily(yes easily) see the difference in the color of the dice (the left most corner-Second and third to top) which tells us that these are merged pictures. So that's it for today folks. And I may soon upload a post that contains a favourite passage of mine. Wait for it.