About Death
Anyone who knows death, lives in a different way
Stories About Death

Death is insignificant

I only slipped into the next room. I am I and you are you. What we meant to each other still exists.

Call me by my old trusted name. Talk to me, unrestrained, as you have always done. Let your voice sound the same. Don’t force solemnity or sadness. Laugh like we always did at the little jokes we used to make.

Pray. Smile and think of me. Pray for me. Talk about me just like in times gone by. Let my name be mentioned without a hidden agenda, without any gloom.

Life has the same meaning as ever. Things are the way they have always been. There is an uninterrupted continuum.

Why would I be out of mind just because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, a short time in between, somewhere very close – right around the corner.

All is well.

From: What to do when you are dead : living better in afterlife. - New York : Sterling, cop. 2002

Heaven and hell

I will show you hell, says the Lord and he takes the rabbi into a room with a huge round table in the middle. The people around it are starving and desperate. In the middle of the table is a large pan with casserole, enough for everyone. It smells delicious and it makes the rabbi’s mouth water.

All the people around the table have spoons with a very long handle. They can just reach for the pan to scoop the food out but, because the handles are longer than their arms, they can’t get the food into their mouths.

The rabbi notices their distress.

Now I will show you heaven, says the Lord and they enter another room.

There is a similar table and on it is a similar large pan with stew. Just like before the people have the same spoons with the long handles but all are looking well fed and healthy, they laugh and talk. At first the rabbi doesn’t understand at all.

It is very simple, says the Lord but it does require some knowledge.

You see; they have learned to feed each other.

(author is anonymous)

Fairytale about the soul

(The ascent is the path of descent = along the same path that the soul has descended to earth she will also have to make her ascent).

Following is an easy fairytale to illustrate this.

In a sun-drenched valley in a far away land where people are still used to living in harmony with nature and each other, lives a young enterprising woman. One day she decides to make a trip into the mountains. She leaves, naked, and without bringing anything. Each day takes her to a different landscape where she comes across a different race and where she is fed. Each day it gets colder and she puts on more and more clothes. The journey lasts seven days; in which she has seen seven landscapes and she has put on seven layers of clothes to endure the cold. And thus she arrives at her final destination: a log cabin in the mountains. Unfortunately she is snowed in and she struggles on her own, without any help, to make it through the winter. She finds herself in miserable circumstances and spends her days fighting to say alive (chopping wood for the fire; hunting for food; etc.). Pining after the sun-drenched valley demoralises her. Fortunately spring arrives. The snow melts away and the saddened woman returns in great haste; in a single breath she runs through the seven realms of the different landscapes leaving a piece of clothing in each realm. Then she arrives at the river that separates the sunny village of her childhood from the landscapes she has travelled through. She takes of the last pieces of clothing and jumps into the clear water. With powerful strokes she swims to the other side. Home.

From: The Three Stèles from Seth