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An Esoteric Look at Death as a Rite of Passage


An Esoteric Look at Death as a  Rite of Passage

Discussing the many different views and aspects of considering Death and Dying

as an Art.

"The trappings of death terrify us more than death itself."  Francis Bacon

"Birth is not a beginning

 Death is not an end"  Chuang-tzu

"There is nothing more vital to human hearts than the question of life and death."     Swami Paramananda

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City of the dead

Started by anki Dec 29, 2012. 0 Replies

source: of the DeadVolume 59 Number 3,…Continue


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AnubisOther Names: Anpu, Inpu, Ienpw, Imeut (Lord-of-the-Place-of-Embalming).Patron of: mummification, and the dead on their path through the underworld.Appearance: A …Continue

behind the veil of the sands

Started by anki Dec 29, 2012. 0 Replies

Here is where we started so many years agoDeath embraced thee as the eyes closed to the worldWithin the gray of the night the soul was silencedAs above as below the scale measured thy graceYou have…Continue

death and rebirth

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source: "Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can…Continue

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Comment by Nemo on November 11, 2015 at 1:18pm

and I too will decay with the petals

who shall say they lived in vain

dancing among the red dyed leaves

awaiting what comes to our minds

you too have waited for dawn

and have gone out singing

sad in the wood

he hears it seek him in heaven

the songs rise and the angels

answer with trumpets

- Karl Young

Comment by Nemo on July 9, 2015 at 11:26am

“I asked the leaf whether it was frightened because it was autumn and the other leaves were falling. The leaf told me, “No. During the whole spring and summer I was completely alive. I worked hard to help nourish the tree, and now much of me is in the tree. I am not limited by this form. I am also the whole tree, and when I go back to the soil, I will continue to nourish the tree. So I don’t worry at all. As I leave this branch and float to the ground, I will wave to the tree and tell her, ‘I will see you again very soon.’ … That day there was a wind blowing and, after a while, I saw the leaf leave the branch and float down to the soil, dancing joyfully, because as it floated it saw itself already there in the tree. It was so happy. I bowed my head, knowing that I have a lot to learn from the leaf because it is not afraid-it knew nothing can be born and nothing can die.”   Thich Nanh Hanh

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Comment by Nemo on October 5, 2013 at 5:43pm

We must live before we can attain to either

intelligence or control at all. We must sleep if 

we are not to find ourselves, at death, helplessly

strange to the new conditions. And we must die

before we can hope to advance to a 

broader understanding."

J.W. Dunne

Comment by Nemo on June 19, 2013 at 5:24pm

One Small Token

Keep your eyes wide dearest of friends

Let as much light in your heart...till it's sweet end.

Pay close attention to the songs in the air

Remember their melodies and their cadence with care.

Never forget to give thanks to the small

Its what reminds us that we belong to the All

At night you might look up and see a bright star

Then by letting time pass you will  know where you are.

It's here I remain your ever friend

On this point I will surely... never pretend.

So come away, come away, I'm around the next bend

It's where I'll be waiting...Your Dearest Friend.


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Comment by Nemo on April 17, 2013 at 7:58pm

"God made the illusion look real and He made

the real look as if it didn't exist. He covered the

sea with foam. He concealed the wind but 

revealed the dust.

The world is an old sorcerer, selling moonlight

as silk for the gold and silver for your life.

When you come to your senses you see there

is no silk and all your gold and silver pieces

are gone.

From this magic market you can take refuge

only in the Truth."

Rumi  (1207-1273)


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