My mom died and I was watching her face before they dumped her into the ground.
No coffin, just white shrouds covered her face and body.
She was completely dead.
The transformation from life to death is a secret.
A process of systems shutting down…
and then the last breathe. Last unit of life, is sucked out to the air.
Energy, intelligence and rhythm that glued subsystems, tissues and cells together to a unified harmonious LIFE PULSE Orchestra of a living organism are silenced and become a dead body.
Can we get used to it? Death is part of our everyday life, yet, we are always shocked of this alternation.
This is a moment of humbleness… we tiny creatures of the universe...
What about observing the process of: death to life?
What is the moment you turn on the light?
In Hebrew Gematria, light (OR) and a living thing (CHI) consist of the same number – 9 - the number of evolution.
I know that since humanity knows itself, philosophers and gurus and metaphysics, and religious and scientists authorities have asked and answer this question.
Yet it is a mystery like the magic of infinity.
Humbleness again… limitation of man…
- Author: AVIGAIL (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 7th, 2017 17:07
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Comments1
Very Surrreal and well-written in a matter of fact type of way....Enjoyed
thank u Pharaoh33 🙂
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