It’s Thursday evening as I write this to you. In the background I am listening to CNN talking about the death of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett two people who lived their lives out loud indeed.

As I was listening to Larry King, he asked why someone like Farrah, who had everything, had to suffer so much and that set me thinking. I am moved to attempt to share my thoughts on the subject of death and ego and immortality.

What we all mourn at a time like this is not the being but the personality..the ego, that collection of thoughts, ideas, images and possessions that we accumulate as we separate out from the mist of oneness from which we came.

At first there is no separation, but we learn…we hear a name, used over and over and eventual that becomes something we identity with. We learn that mommy and daddy are different…have different names. We learn we have things that come with the name, like cloths and toys. We begin to form memories.

We are creating out of the mist something separate…different…something unique from other things. The birth of the ego.

As we live this accumulation of stuff which we call “I” grows, becomes more concrete.

We begin to understand mortality. We confuse our personality with who we truly are. Death becomes something to fear because it signifies an end…something we have real difficulty understanding because in truth we are immortal in the form of source.

Death is the gift that strips away the accumulation and allows us to return to the blissful state of oneness, peace, tranquility and joy.

Now we don’t look at it that way, and with all the modern wonders of the world TV, Video, Audio, Film we can artificially extend the idea of personality.

We can all still see Johnny Carson walking out onto the stage of the Tonight Show, or watch film of personalities long gone.

Ego cannot transcend the transformation. Only you can.

But we identify personality with being.

There are many out there who come to intimately understand that they are not the personality and from that understanding comes the tranquility and peace of the eternal: It enters within us and leaves us filled with joy.We call this many things, has many forms, and many manifestations in our world.

We make the mistake of cause and effect… or birth and death.

Did the ebb or the flow come first?

If we stand back from our personality, in a quiet spot, and absorb the stillness between the beats, we catch the breath of mystery, of life becoming death and death becoming life, until they blur and become the eternal now in which we all live beyond this veil of things.

The words continue to pour out of the TV…all about personality…all about all the accumulation, possessions, the images, the things…and nothing, not once in this hour or two, about things beyond the concrete walls of this universe, no understanding that both have made the transformation to another state of being, no celebration of the journey.

That is the sadness.

Both Farrah, and Michael, came forth into this physical existence and created on a level few of us ever get to experience. But we to come forth and create, feel, hurt, cry and experience the astounding joy of being that sparkles at our core and which has filled this world with so many manifestations of the mystery.

That is the inspiration.

That is the joy,

That is the mystery.

I leave you with the words of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.

Find a place this weekend to celebrate the mystery that is.

Nick

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