Dying Man’s Journal – The dying process??



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Dying Mans Daily Journal Sept 29/06

September 30, 2006

 

Came across an interesting thought the other day. I am not sure I must have read this somewhere or something. I don’t remember, maybe having so much time to just think I maybe dreamed this up all by myself.

This requires a little use of your imagination. Now try to imagine this. Imagine if we could talk to an unborn baby, a baby all safely tucked away in its mothers womb. We could tell that baby about all the wonderful things that are waiting for it after its delivery into this world. We could tell the baby about the loving parents that are awaiting its arrival, of how much it will be loved by sibling, by grandparents and lots of others. All, just waiting for the baby to arrive. We could describe the wonderful world the baby will be coming into. The marvels of growing up, maturing and starting a family of its own. Oh, there are just so many wonderful things we could tell the baby about.

Now lets use our imaginations again and try to imagine what might be going through that baby’s mind. Fine, it is being promised it will be greeted by many people that will love it, care for it and nurture it. Fine, it is promised a world filled with wonderful things, but try to imagine what might be going through that little baby’s mind. All it has ever known is the safety and wet warmth of its mothers tummy, where it is nurtured and cared for. Do you think the baby might be reluctant, in spite of all the promises, to leave the comfort and safety of the only home it has ever known. Do you think, maybe that baby would be just a little scared or nervous about entering this world. From the stories I have heard of the difficulties, some ladies have in labour. It almost seems like some babies don’t enter the world to willingly. Almost like they are fighting to the end, to stay as long as they can, in the safety of that womb. But, fortunately for the human race, after about 9 months God and mother nature step in and the baby is forced into this world.

I like this thought and take comfort in it. I think our time on this earth can be compared to the time the baby is in the womb. We are comfortable here and don’t want to leave. We are reluctant, in spite of all the stories we hear of the loved ones, that will be waiting for us and all the glories we will see that are beyond our imagination. Most of us are like that difficult child birth, fighting to stay where we are for as long as we can. We fight to stay, until God steps in, and ultimately forces the situation.

I know, I fell into the reluctant category for a long time. I definitely, can’t say I am eager for the day to arrive so I guess I still fit in the reluctant category. But, I am no longer reluctant in the same way, there is no fear involved. It is a reluctance to leave my loved ones behind. Knowing my reluctance is not based on fear but on missing family has proved a great sense of calm or even serenity.

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5 Responses to Dying Man’s Journal – The dying process??

  1. I often think the same thing but in a world when so much has come under the control of human knowledge and expertise it is hard to accept that some things are just not down to our choices, sometimes we have to walk without knowing quite where we’re going and that always takes a little courage to do with a heart clear of fear. For me it is a work in progress!

    Hi and welcome to the blog. A never ending work in progress would certainly describes me. Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment
    Bill

  2. Carol says:

    I love your analogy, Bill. Perhaps we continuously move through this revolving door lifetime after lifetime, gathering knowledge and experience for the ultimate promised land. I too am reluctant for the trip but I have to have faith that all is progressing as planned and that we DO (did) have a say in the plan as it is (was) being made. If we understood all then there would be no need for us to be here. I love your concern for your loved ones who will be missing your presence. It was so hard to let my husband go even though I prayed for his release from the misery of his disease. It seemed that both sides of the door only held misery for me, if he stayed or if he went. Now, I only look forward to the reunion and I must believe in this lest I loose all hope for life and, yet, the reunion cannot come until I leave this lifetime and I cannot leave until the plan has been fulfilled. Thank God.

    hi Carol. I am so sorry for your loss. It took such tremendous love and strength for you to be able to pray for his release. You will be reunited when our Father decides the time is right. Bless you
    Bill

  3. souldipper says:

    You analogy is great, Bill. The mixed emotions that we have around death!

    I’m told I am an old soul on my last life. I hope its true. I long for “home” – not the heaven concept brought about through mankind, but the “home” that means being with my spiritual family.

    That is by no means a suicidal comment! I see life as a precious gift that gives us all the physical experiences we need to fine tune the soul. But being childless (which apparently many old souls are), I tend to focus inward and onward.

    I cannot imagine how difficult it would be to leave a family behind. Just writing that statement makes me pause over the thought of all the joys that would be missed – all the small, important stuff.

    I cannot wholeheartedly empathize, Bill, but you have given me a tiny speck of understanding.

    You amaze me!

    An old soul is a term which has be used in reference to me on different occasions. I understand what you mean with the “spiritual family” reference. Nice to hear from you again my friend
    Bill

  4. Carol says:

    souldipper, I too have been told that I am an old soul and I also have had no children. I’ve never put these 2 together but it makes sense. I have had 2 very early miscarriages and also lost my biological family through abandonment and then adopted twice and on to quite a number of more close losses including my parents and now my husband. I have often pondered over all this and your post brings new insight. Thank you. I also yearn for home to stay.

    Hi Carol, you have suffered a lot to loss in your life. You are obviously a very strong woman. I hope both you and souldipper will share more on your thoughts about “old souls”.
    Bill

  5. rangewriter says:

    Bill, I too, love your analogy of birth replicating death…vice versa. I’ve actually observed this very same concept in action…although I could never had articulated it in such a comforting manner.

    I think we, particularly in western european cultures, have become too used to controlling things…or thinking we can control things. There are simply aspects of life (many of them) over which we have no control. And frankly, I think that is what makes life so terribly interesting. And, yes, scary too. We never really know what’s coming around the corner at us.

    I live in fear of someday opening the door to find myself facing your journey. But that journey is inevitable, so I will have to face it when it comes. Meanwhile, I want to live in the present moment and appreciate each and every blessing I have….one of which is discovering brilliant and thoughtful teachers like you.

    hello rangewriter and welcome to my blog. I appreciate your taking the time to leave a comment. I thank you for your kind words. You have what I think is one of if not the most important things in life already in mind: “I want to live in the present moment and appreciate each and every blessing I have”. Hope to hear from you again.
    Bill

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