QUICK DEATH

Dear Reader; Once I had a lucid dream wherein I was falling from a great height, just like Nicholas Cage in ‘City of Angels.’ As I plummeted earthward, I could feel the harsh air on my face, pulling my hair straight up with the force of my speed. At first I panicked, and a pure, full-body terror took over. I thought, “This is it. Prepare yourself for the impact, because you are going to die.” I waited for the pain, for the immense trauma of hitting the ground, wherever it lay, from whatever great height I had fallen. It didn’t come. I waited, and still, it didn’t come. I continued to fall, more and more, further and further, until I realized there was nothing to hit, no bottom, no end. Then, in that realization, my entire being filled with an ecstatic freedom, beyond gravity, beyond primal fear. I was not flying, but neither was I dying. I was in freefall, in absolute surrender, and blessedly, miraculously, there was no end. This was not a dream about the cruelty of death, but rather a message about the eternal nature of being. If only I would allow. How many times do we die within each life? How many ways do we die, within each way of being? How many deaths do we live, of the ego, of our false beliefs, of our illusions, attachments, and suppositions? And so we may wonder, shall we choose to drag out each death, suffering by suffering, or will we reach a point of surrender, to allow the largest expression of Trust to lead us, wherever we may fall? This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit adikanda.substack.com/subscribe