The end for us all is a box

Today I collected my Mum’s ashes from the funeral service provider, a year and a bit after her funeral. Obviously due to the restrictions and lockdowns, it has been longer than usual.

It struck me today driving home that every single one of nearly 8 billion people on this planet will end up in a box with an urn of their ashes in, including me, well not all as some will be buried, some not found etc. But my point is, we all turn to dust whichever way we look at it.

So it won’t matter how much the human race tries to deny this or find ways of prolonging it in some way or another with more medication, more injections, more caution, more safety, more lockdowns, more restrictions or more mental denial, it’s going to happen. We have become the most psychologically fear stricken humans to ever inhabit this planet. We are the most medicated, most addicted, most depressed, most disconnected from nature and our true essence that has ever been.

We are so frightened of the possibility of death that we do not live. We don’t have life, we are life, yet we spend our time stuck within our thoughts, not conscious of this moment that is all there is.

Now, we do not suddenly need to become mad reckless, unhygienic, unhealthy, or completely throw all caution to the wind, however, if trying to avoid an unlikely death means not living, fearfully trying to avoid any risk at all, then there is the obvious thought of ‘what is the point of life?’.

The point of life is not to spend all our time frightened of death and restricting ourselves to avoid death at all costs. The point of life is to live, now, in this moment, to be free-spirited, to step away from our fear-based thoughts and to create experiences and to make the most of our time as a human.

Of course, death is only of the physical carnation that our true essence, the ball of energy that we all are, is currently housed in. The real soul never dies, it moves on, it remains forever.

We are a ball of energy currently having a human experience as the consciousness of the universe. Not a mind-obsessed fear stricken person avoiding living in order to not end up in an urn.

If we accept that our physical body will die, accept it now, let go of that fear and realise that ‘death’ doesn’t actually exist except for the mental construct of on unreal future event, one we cannot deal with so it causes us great suffering within and prohibits us actually living now.

Right now, we are all breathing, we are all life, and if we detach ourselves from our endless thought and from the fear of the collective mind, then we are free to be, free from fear, free from suffering and free to be life. Let your ‘life’ go, it’s mentally created fiction. Just be life.

Making a mess

As a child it was always ‘don’t do that, it will make a mess’. This creates the habit of not letting go and restricting our creativity.

It’s taken me a lot of my life to realise, the best things come from making a mess and freeing ourselves.

I spent today in my art studio making a mess, some went wrong and ended up even better.

Enjoy making a mess whatever it is it can always be cleaned up and the freedom of letting go allows us to create our best.