posted on Nov, 14 2010 @ 04:11 PM
Someone else already said it, but I agree that I'm more afraid of the death of others, than my own.
I've had a child die. Her brothers and sisters live...perhaps I should be grateful.
After having gone through both my parent's deaths, the death of my friends, the pain I felt for my child isn't anything I ever want to come close to
repeating, and I sometimes think that I wouldn't wish anything like that on the worst person on earth. So, there is a fear, since I never want to
revisit that hell again, I would honestly rather die, facing the unknown, because I know what the death of a child is like.
Of course, a million times every day such sorrow and pain stabs into someone, somewhere, leaving loved ones behind in grief. If there is not genuine
real anger at "god", or the "universe" or whatever, than we would be less than human. That seems to be our experience, whether we acknowledge it
or not.
If it all had "meaning", perhaps we would deal with it better. But the meaning is mostly what we give it, in spite of the myriad religions /
beliefs that offer their answers.
The meaning I ultimately gave to my daughter's death went in two directions. Within, I began down the long road of trying to look at the world the
way it is, not just as I was taught. This resulted in my rejection of religion.
Next, a "righteous" anger was kindled inside me that still burns, even though it has been 16 years. Yes, I can be angry at "god", the universe,
whatever, but how constructive is that? Instead, today I turn my anger to the psychopaths who were responsible for her death, the elite who arrogated
unto themselves the right to condemn her. They have earned yet another enemy, and at this point, we are legion.
SO, maybe the answer to the age-old "fear of death" problem has something to do with fearing something even greater than death. No doubt it
is the reason the ancients felt the need to create their "hell" mythology. It was a terrible thing to saddle humanity with of course, but it made
people more manageable, and some, if I can believe the history of old saints, actually didn't fear death anymore, they were too busy fearing their
god, who might throw them into hell! They say that fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Perhaps it is, although not in the sense the
religionist might imagine.
JR