- DEATH: Life's Gateway to Eternity.
. . .
- by Dom Martin
Death is an awful thought. Lachrymose indeed! Yet, one must die,
imminently between this moment and the next. Kings, Popes, trenchants
or murderers . . . . it does not matter! Death is the only honorable
or dishonorable discharge from the service of life. And there
are no exceptions. Only eternity is deathless, and only death
has a glimpse of eternity!
Our biography, undoubtedly, begins with life but does it truly
end with death? This question has its intriguing corollaries
and perhaps, may have even laid the foundation to religion, and
to the making of heaven, hell and reincarnation.
If life is a predestined struggle, then heaven would seem to
be a deserving epitaph to every being who sets foot on this planet.
By the same token, hell would be a befitting crown to those who
knowingly, or wilfully make their lives an administration of
hatred and evil unto others.
But such, however, is not the order of existence, insofar as
it pertains to human life and human choice. To the contrary,
we appear to be drawn from nowhere unto existence, only to be
seemingly burdened with presumptuous hope, unforeseen guilt and
On the other side of the spiritual terrain looms the issue of
reincarnation. That we degenerate through reincarnation according
to our previous deeds is a rather intimidating thought, if not
petrifying. Logic would prompt otherwise, that perpetrators of
evil should be overcome by evil in this life time itself rather
than be posthumously absolved through a series of reincarnations.
According to Buddhist thinking, nothing is permanent. Neither
life nor death! However, as the mind creates experiences in life
and death, it grasps at its illusions and essentially holds onto
them for security and identity. This initiates a cycle of recurring
fear and desire; guilt and suffering, until one disentangles
oneself from the bindings of the mind.
As the saying goes: "When the student is ready, the Master
will appear!" It is no coincidence then that when one's
final moment is at hand, the essence of eternity becomes perceptible,
and the transition from life to eternity via death, becomes no
less natural than the coming to life itself.
When my father's moment came, his last words were: ". .
. I am going to die . . . ". And he died at age 77. His
birth number was 7; his name number was 7; his death number was
7; he died at 6.10 am (adds up to 7), and was buried on November
7, in a grave marked 34 (adds up to 7).
Where do we walk from here, and why was it necessary for us to
be here in the first place if our stay was to be positively short
lived? If death is such a straight forward fact, why it so painful
on those left behind? Why is it that heaven and eternity are
only accessible through the gates of death? Why can't one simply
resurrect unto eternity without having to go through the ritual
of death, burial and tears? And most tragically yet: Why must
the human clock have death for its pendulum?
Obviously, we are only afforded with the means and the resilience
to endure these questions, until our life sentence on earth is
commuted by death. And it does not matter to which God or object
one's soul is affiliated to. When the moment is come, the passage
becomes clear and unimpeded. It is time to leave, quietly and
without protest. One dies, as naturally as one became born.
In summary: The journey to eternity begins with life, and earth
merely happens to be one of the transitory points via death.
- September 28, 1994