Death, a word so scary, you do not want it uttered within your audible range; despite the fact that there are so many struck down each day. Anyhow all it has for an ordinary mind is an absolute darkness and a total, final end. Perhaps its just enough.
Have a look at it this way. Explaining it let me present an example. i own a silver coin. as long as i carry it, it has a purpose of serving me whilst i trade. it had a purpose it was entrusted with and served it much the same. once i let go off it, its gone, say, forever from me. in crude words, it has died for me. Nevertheless, its not the end of the story. since it was of silver composition, it might serve its new owner after certain changes to it as say a piece of jewellery? or a catalyst if it ends up on the palm of a chemist. it will continue evolving from one form to another; however each time with a different purpose and a different form. who knows.
Its just the same with the living souls, ever since they proclaimed an oath to the Lord and ever since they were assigned their tasks; got blown into the bodily self and then sent to the world to serve that purpose. once we cross the stage called death, the cycle continues. The soul remains the, circling through. each time with a different purpose assigned. the point to ponder over now is how connected i am with my soul or am i at all? Why do i get to be K. Fatima., I'm left to wonder where am i positioned.
Have a look at it this way. Explaining it let me present an example. i own a silver coin. as long as i carry it, it has a purpose of serving me whilst i trade. it had a purpose it was entrusted with and served it much the same. once i let go off it, its gone, say, forever from me. in crude words, it has died for me. Nevertheless, its not the end of the story. since it was of silver composition, it might serve its new owner after certain changes to it as say a piece of jewellery? or a catalyst if it ends up on the palm of a chemist. it will continue evolving from one form to another; however each time with a different purpose and a different form. who knows.
Its just the same with the living souls, ever since they proclaimed an oath to the Lord and ever since they were assigned their tasks; got blown into the bodily self and then sent to the world to serve that purpose. once we cross the stage called death, the cycle continues. The soul remains the, circling through. each time with a different purpose assigned. the point to ponder over now is how connected i am with my soul or am i at all? Why do i get to be K. Fatima., I'm left to wonder where am i positioned.
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