I often ponder on death. What it feels like to die and what happens afterwards. How many of us do that? Really think on it? What would it be like? Any aspiration that you might be having remaining unfulfilled. Many see misery in death. Can’t say I myself don’t. Many try to understand it. There has been much discussion already regarding this topic. The life of the Enlightened One revolved around questions regarding death as well. I felt the urge to know about this when I was walking alone at night. My mind was occupied by a ton of work, so I decided to stop and start walking, which is something I do quite often. While doing so, I imagined that I was walking, then I suddenly slipped and died somehow.
Then, everything went black. I was floating in space, with no stars anywhere. Just me and the darkness. Felt like I existed for one moment and then, I didn’t. Nothing came to me that time. No heaven or hell. Just an infinite black space. I know there are ideas and thoughts about what happens after death. But none of them mattered to me. Just me and emptiness. That’s what I felt. Then, it was over and I was back on my phone. Whatever transpired, I wouldn’t even call that an experience. It was more of an idea. Something I was imagining.
But the very power of that imagination was something both frightening and exciting as well. There are times when strange things happen to us that don’t seem that dramatic. But, that sensation of being in an empty space was almost comforting. To the point where it seemed I was even glad that I died. It is a strange feeling, one I have never really understood even today. Why is it feared? What is it? Where does it lead to? It is said that it is as natural as life itself. Every beginning has an end. So, why be afraid of it? I suppose these are all questions that are answered gradually. Perhaps, it won’t even matter at some point. All I could do back then was just think on it for a while. The mind has questions about everything and death was no different.
