Last month an extremely close friend of mine was killed by a drunk driver in LA. This month a dear friend took his life. Both of these events were agonizing for me, because both of these men brought great joy, creativity and intelligence to my world. I also watched my father die two years ago now, and it was needless, and accidental.

At the same time, I have come to think of Death not so much as an ending, the way we are trained to, but as a beginning.

I imagine being ‘born’ in the Origin world, anew. That our births are the death of an aspect of the Divine, and our deaths are its resurrection there.

And more, that I am effectively certain, that these souls are neither dead nor unborn, but are either already alive in new human bodies… or soon will be. And who wouldn’t want a new body when the one we inhabit has become… unnecessary, or archaic to the world we now inhabit? Wouldn’t we, loving them, celebrate this… and look forward to our own renewals?

I think we’ve got this Death thing totally backwards….