I think about it all the time. I mean, death can come at any moment. In case it comes before I finish this comment I'll try to hit the post button first.

I have no regrets. No.... "I should have this or that" or "I shouldn't have done this or that" or "if only..." Nope. None of that. Whatever I did or happened was supposed to. And there were many lessons. But now. I'm ready to go. Bags packed. (There's nothing in them, of course.) The end of one thing is always the beginning of something else.

Actually, no one dies. We just change bodies. When the body is damaged beyond repair or just plain wears out we get a new one. The body is a machine, a vehicle. We're inside these "things"...

So don't come around "my death bed" with all those stupid questions, anxieties and fears. Just remind me that we are spirit not matter.

As my father lay dying I was with him. He was unconscious as if in a deep deep sleep and breathing very heavily. His face was tight with anxiety. I read to him from a Vedic text, Sri Isopanishad. It's a book of eighteen mantras describing transcendence. He relaxed and became very, very peaceful. He was still in the deep sleep but he was smiling. Of course I told him I loved him very much and he was the best father ever. I meant it. He was not an ordinary person. He left.

So don't come around my death bed with all that crap. Like a TV interview for a Saturday morning talk show. "What did you do wrong? What could you have done better?" blah blah blah.

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Use your time now to answer those questions and address those fears. When death comes be ready.

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