What is there to fear about death?
That I can say to you with my last breath?
Like every life I had before this day
I shall leave this one today
For death, if we could but realise its qualities
Is one of our most practised activities
Death on one plain is birth on another plain
And this will happen again and again
Just as long as we are identified with the form aspect
Death will hold for us its ancient terror and respect
But as soon as we know ourselves to be souls in incarnation
We shall no longer know death or its fabrication
For it is not the cataclysmic end, involving the termination
Of all human relations, physical activity, love and sensation
And the passage into the unknown cold and dark night
Dreaded, alone and terror stricken without a light
Daily sleep and occasional dying are nearly identical
In sleep the magnetic thread is preserved and stays integral
Ensuring the path of return stays open
While in death, this life thread is broken
Thus the conscious entity that cannot return
Is home again, free and ready to learn
And experience the spiritual-life
While preparing for another earthly-life
Because death is undertaken at the direction of the higher-self
The process works automatically for the lower-self
For when the soul withdraws its attention
The physical body goes into disintegration
The man knows himself to be as he was before incarnation
And although there is no more sense communication
Astrally and mentally the interplay can be more sensitive
Because freed from the body there is no more negative
One day there will be understanding of the laws of abstraction
That will enable the one who is making the transition
To withdraw consciously and in full waking awareness
Out of the physical body into a higher consciousness
I wish you to remember these words at your release
"Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace." EDGEBA
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