Let’s Talk About Death, Baby
Death and the Corona Virus
The fact of the matter is that we’re all in quarantine as a way to avoid death, our own death or the death of someone we love.
And for good measure.
This corona virus ain’t playing.
According to a May 5 2020 post on Aljazeera:
“The death toll in the United States continues to surge with 70,847 deaths and 1,201,337 cases. The US continues to lead worldwide cases and deaths from the virus.”
Not only has Covid-19 killed a bunch of people, it has completely destroyed the economy and the livelihoods of people all over the world. Everyone is stuck at home, waiting. Waiting to not die. Not yet anyway.
This pandemic has brought to the surface our biggest fears and uncertainties about the future.
But one thing is true regardless, we’re all going to die.
Or maybe better yet, Yay?
What I’ve noticed, observing from my basement dwelling quarantine, is that no one is straight up talking about death, what it means to die, how to accept our own end.
We’re all busy baking bread or drinking margaritas or trying to get through to the unemployment office or working an essential job where any one person could come in and bring the entire place to its knees; where at any moment our coworkers or loved ones or lovers or friends could die. We could be dead too.
Let’s be clear– this has always been true — yet it’s right here in our faces, our faces covered by masks.
Pema Chodron aks:
“Can we abide in the openness that presents itself when the bottom falls out of our dream?”
Can we move forward when everything in our daily existence gets uprooted, changes, becomes something we never even imagined before? Can we accept the idea that it may cease to move forward at all?
Why is there so much fear around death?
Why are people afraid to talk about it?
What would happen if you took a moment and turned to face it instead of avoiding the very idea it?
What would it look like? Feel like? Could you get past your sadness? Your grief? Your anger? Could you get to a place of acceptance?
I saw this image the other day of a baby connected to her mother’s umbilical cord right next to an image of a human connected to the umbilical cord of the spirit world.
How fascinating to imagine that we’re all just babies, earth, our mother, death a passage into the vast universe.
But where will you go? Who will you be? Will you ever exist again? What will happen to your family? Your friends? Will it matter if you are no longer here to think about it?
If you’re dead you no longer have to worry. At least that’s a bonus.
Death and God
Of course, I don’t want to die, not yet anyway. I have accepted that it will happen at some point. And I am okay with it for the most part on most days. Everyone has their own belief system, they’re own connection or disconnection with God, the Universe, the Source, whatever you like to call it.
I’m a big Alan Watts fan, I read The Taboo Against Knowing Yourself right before this whole pandemic started. I like the idea that we’re all manifestations of God. We’re all fragments, pieces of God experiencing God. A big interconnected Kaleidoscope of life ever unfolding; our eyes are the eyes of God watching the world from a very specific perspective.
Or as Watts says:
“God is the Self of the world, but you can’t see God for the same reason that, without a mirror, you can’t see your own eyes, and you certainly can’t bite your own teeth or look inside your head. Your self is that cleverly hidden because it is God hiding.”
So, I suppose I am less worried about my own personal death, knowing that we’re all interconnected elements of God and we shall continue onward regardless of our own specific conscious experiences.
I don’t know, sometimes I hurt my own brain thinking about all of this stuff. I guess I’m just curious if anyone else has been contemplating death, because it seems like most people are doing everything but. But, perhaps it’s one of those Taboos we’re not supposed to talk about. What do you think?
Before you die you might as well buy yourself a nice toy and have an orgasm or too (I believe an orgasm is also considered a tiny death… or is that a sneeze? Who can keep up? )
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