Autumn is upon us and all around us we see life leaving or preparing to leave this world. It is the season of dying, of transformation from physical to non-physical reality. It speaks to us of this necessity in this place and time. We enter and we exit and it happens everywhere at every moment of our lives here. Birth and death happen at every second upon this earth.
You name it and there is a way to go. You dream it and it can be the door out. Though just as the door in is out of our control, the door out is also mostly out of our control. I say mostly because of course there are ways to choose and make that choice become the reality, but most do not take the route.
Birth and death of course are the doors of which I speak. Sure I suppose there are some folk who claim we choose the door into this life, but I disagree. We may choose to come and the general direction, but the exact door and manner of birth is up to this life, in my opinion. The door out is equally as general. I feel it is a thought that many people ponder, perhaps loosely, from time to time along this earth-walk; how will we exit this world. In my experience those who live in more intense lives tend to wander through the wonderments of how they will give up the ghost more than those who live more gentle lifestyles.
We are here and so there is no choice but to one day leave. It is part of this illusion, birth and death, the tunnels into and out of physical existence from the non-physical eternal. There are those people who get depressed when autumn arrives and there are those who feel empowered. I think this shows where the mind’s foundation is focused – loss and death or transition and rebirth. Of course the chemical nature of the brain comes into play and this can or cannot coincide with the thought processes. Some may disagree but if you really look, many people live in states of conflict between mind and body; one does not always follow the other in perfect harmony.
Many people take the door out by their choosing, but not the majority. Suicide is a reality and many condemn it. I see that condemnation as a form of desperate control in a place where there is little of it. Though I do not suggest people commit suicide unless the situation is dire and life here will end anyway, I do not judge people who take their lives. It is their lives, their choices, their path and who is anyone to tell them otherwise? I have known people who have taken their own lives, starting when I was in junior high school. I knew friends and acquaintances in school that committed suicide and I saw people in the training facility end their physical existence by choice as well. “Life is precious” is a common expression, and though it is, a life wrought with bone deep and ongoing torment and suffering is not such a precious thing to dwell in. Anyone who has been there and lived in such places understands that. Not everyone living in those places have the chances to escape, have support groups and people they can truly and without question depend and rely on.
Then you have people who are terminally ill and there is no question, no doubt that their condition will end their physical bodies, and may do so in ways that force terrible suffering. How can anyone else judge them for choosing to die with some dignity?
The simple point is that life is unpredictable and we can rarely choose our own physical end, but the end of the physical body in which you dwell will end. We have no idea how or when it will happen. The tree understands that when the light fades the leaves upon it will die off. The plant genetically knows that when the temps cool or the light fades or the heat raises that it will end. It is naturally predictable, but we do not have that luxury of knowing. Sure we know what our body requires to live and that if those necessities are absent the body will quit, but beyond that it is unknown. Vehicle crash, fire, water, suffocation, disease, gun, knife, heart attack… the possibilities are endless. But since we do not always have that knowledge and choice, we have the ability to wish.
Have you ever thought about it; how would you choose to leave this life and why? If you have thought about and it and come to ideas of the way you would choose to leave then there must also be a reason for that choice. One is as important as the other in where it comes from and what meaning it possesses inside you. Dying in your lover’s arms, in your sleep, from a coronary, by the blade in a fight, a slow and gradual loss of self and identity from some wretched disease… life is indifferent, it cares not how we come or go. Some say we die as we lived, but I have seen this to rarely hold true in the modern world. Some believe the manner of our deaths matters as much as how we live each day, how we meet our physical end is a testament to our very core, our very soul. And some dare not think on it at all.
Some people know the exact moment and situation of their death years before it happens. Would you care to know that information? Are you strong enough inside to handle that kind of knowledge?
It is autumn, the season of letting go, releasing, elevating out of the physical into the non-physical, responsibility and inner strength through introspection. Death’s door is part of this season just as much as birth’s door is a part of spring. We are shown these things by the world, the environment in order that we search our depths to more fully know the self in this earth-walk. But it is individual choice whether or not we will or do. If we are born we also must die. None of us are leaving here alive in the physical sense as we consciously know it.