Does Everyone Die?

I don’t want to talk about death. So I won’t. I’ll just stare in a certain direction and put one finger up to my lips and keep quiet. Don’t look over your shoulder right now, because if you do you won’t see my chameleon.

When you die, the door of the hold on your jet to Heaven will open and all that baggage you’re carrying around will blow out and disappear. But right now, you can’t grab hold of the moment because the moment’s always gone. So what are you going to do? You see your baggage flying out innuendo, and you can’t hold on to the now.
In the last century, Krishnamurti was considered the teacher of the age. When I was young, I listened to him in the Oak Grove in Ojai. He spoke softly. You could hardly hear him, much less figure out what he was talking about. Later, I read everything I could find that he’d written. He’s hard to crack, but here’s the meat of the nut: Your mind is fear.

Most people are afraid. But I’m not saying he said most people are afraid. That too, but the point is the mind itself is fear. Specifically, the thinking that goes on in your head, the psychological processes which define you as you, is the creation of a personal time line so as to defeat the coming extinction of that created time line. In other words your mind exists as a process or means to prove to itself it exists and will exist after you die; in reality, it doesn’t exist at all and is simply fear. Your mind is fear.
I don’t want you to think about death. You might get scared. Think like this:

Once upon a time, in a womb surrounded by warm nurturing fluid, you lived happily ever after.

Just kidding. If the door is going to open for you, you have to die before you die. The you that is your baggage which is fear has to die if you are really going to be born. To do this you really don’t need to understand why people create tool bags and jewel boxes. If you want, right now, you can simply take out the garbage. In your mind’s eye, put all your ‘shoulds’ and ‘oughts’ into a plastic bag and throw them out. If not, keep dreaming.

I certainly am. I hallucinate that you enjoy using this blog. So after I go out and mow the lawn, I am filling up some more pages.

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