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Meditation, Sleep and Dying


When you can’t sleep, or you’re sick and terrified of dying it’s because you can’t let go. Going to sleep is like dying, you stop thinking and drift in a state of just being and if you can do this through meditation practice, you sleep deeply and restoratively. Similarly when you are sick and death is inevitable, you drift in to that state of just being and returning to the source of all things dying peacefully.
See how the two are connected?
When you meditate you loose the shackles and burdens of life, resting in that beautiful place of refuge and your broadest perspective on this blink in eternity is restored. Sleep or death, the process is the same.
A student said to me “as my meditation improved, I felt like I was losing myself, I thought I was dying, I got scared and pulled back”, he needed the reassurance that he was in the doorway of experiencing his true, infinite self and wouldn’t physically die until it was time.
This is how to meditate and then falling asleep and dying can be done peacefully and the fear and mental blocks of both are removed, improving both mental and physical health.
Living from the inside out and not letting anything or anyone influence you negatively because you have direct experience of the truth.



Death Is A Warm Blanket…

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Death Is A Warm Blanket…

You don’t even know you’re born,
Well actually, that’s true,
Because no-one can remember it,
We become self conscious at a few years old.

So why can’t we remember?
Because we are still fully connected,
And are pure universal energy,
Until someone gives us a name.

Drifting into sleep, is our name slipping away,
We commune with our unconscious,
While our name disappears,
And we can regenerate.

Meditation brings us back,
Back to where we were as a child,
The uncarved block,
Energy without a name.

The illusion of ‘self’,
That which is named,
Disappears when we are in harmony,
And communing with that which cannot be named.

The nameless nourishes and replenishes,
It reminds us of who we really are,
It is a place of refuge,
Reminding us from whence we came.

When it is time to return,
Death is a warm blanket,
It is from where we started,
And where we shall return.

We don’t know we die,
Like we don’t know when we’re born,
Like we don’t know when we fall asleep,
Or when we replenish in meditation.

We are born from the nameless,
We return to the nameless,
During life we replenish in the nameless,
Our name and self are illusory.

Death is a longer sleep,
It is a time of nourishment,
The universe regenerates,
And we suddenly appear again.

Once again we don the mask of self,
It is one of self awareness,
It appears and disappears throughout life,
Just for a bit of theatre.

Remember who you are,
What you were as a child,
Where you go in meditation,
The nameless is your real ‘self’.