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Embrace thy fears and death

The word 'death' arouses an enigmatic feeling within me and that feeling is dark,mystic and intriguing.This may sound weird but it evokes a sense of thrill within me.On the contrary people usually hush away this topic.During our chatty sessions at night whenever i have inadvertently touched upon this subject of discussion I'm interrupted and the topic is changed quickly.I'm told that its not appropriate to discuss about these things and here I'm writing up a full-fledged blog [:p](a friend also suggested this topic).A friend who knows palm reading,once told me that my lifeline is short and I'll die young.I was actually glad to hear that,after all who wants to stay for long in this big bad world.The same night i casually told my parents that i want an electronic or a CNG cremation for myself,after all i don't want to increase my carbon footprint in this era of global warming.They were like 'now where does this come from?' and changed the topic again.Later that night as i pondered over it, i realized that life shouldn't be too short either.
I want to do this...meet so and so ...before i die,so please don't call me too early
I told god and made an agreement.That was about three years back.There's the catch.On one hand we see death as an escape from all our worldly troubles and on the other hand we crave to savor the sinful temptations of this world.These temptations make us hold onto life a little longer.

The sunset and sunrise everyday reminds us of the life-death cycle yet we are so involved in our materialistic and bodily pursuits(ahem!)that we loose touch with reality.Moreover our inflated egos further blinds us from reality.Have you noticed your thoughts when you see images of mutilated and bleeding blast victims,earth quake victims or other casualties?Usually they are like "thank god we are safe","that can't happen to us","lucky to escape that" and so on.Why do we realize the degree of uncertainty in life only when we are confronted with a near death experience or when we bid farewell to a loved one?

Few months back I read a book Many Lives,many masters by Dr. Brien Weiss.The book talks about past lives and reincarnations and how our present lives are affected by our past lives.It gives an insight into what really happens when one dies.One gets to see the divine light and then the soul is floating above the dead body.That book added fuel to my curiosity.I don't know why i feel drawn to these mystic phenomena.This occult stuff is attracting me like a magnet.Eventually my curiosity took over and i Googled past life.A number of links for past life analysis showed up and i selected one of those,this what i got

Your past life diagnosis:


I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Yugoslavia around the year 1250. Your profession was that of a chemist, alchemist or poison manufacturer.


Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
You were a sane, practical person, a materialist with no spiritual consciousness. Your simple wisdom helped the weaker and the poor.


The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
Your lesson is to conquer jealousy and anger in yourself and then in those who will select you as their guide. You should understand that these weaknesses are caused by fear and self-regret.


Do you remember now?


No, i still don't remember anything as of now!!
I guess i still am a practical person and i am a materialist as well.So it could be partly true.Look at the way technology is progressing,algorithms are being designed to determine your past life!Its like marrying technology with occult sciences.

Many of us fear death,even i do but after reading that book i look at it from a different sphere.Death is nothing but a transformation of your soul from one body to another.As Bhagvad Geeta puts it,its as simple as changing your clothes.Its easy to say all this isn't it.However,suicides and murders still mystify me.I wonder whether those people were destined to die like that or have they interfered with their destiny?If they have,then do they repent for that in their next life?
Just like you can't choose your teacher,boss and your parents,you can't choose your death(Just imagine,what if we could?There shall be no element of uncertainity at all).As i have been told,i do want to die young but i wish few desires of mine get fulfilled before i bid farewell to this world and one of them is getting to meet all of my soul mates.Off late I've been reading up on this and its quite intriguing.
No wonder,I've got some food for thought.

Comments

sobhit said…
d aftertlife.. d alternate sciences.. its all so fasconatin n xcitin dat d more deep u go in2 it d more bwilderd ur wid it.. tok bot coincednces i blv der r no such phenomenon as coincdnc it all hapns d way it has 2 my frnd.... who knws mayb u r d gifyed soul n pyschic evn 2 knw things wich r 2 hapn.. u cud hv been ne1 in ur past life.. my thot on it get 1 session 4 fun.. idid so... :P ws a funny xprence.. still on a serious note, am glad i dont hv ne trbls (touch wood n thnk god 4 dat) dat need 2b reslvd wid past life.. guess understnadin my present life is a challnge in itself, past life toh past ho gayi...

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