Showing posts with label dying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dying. Show all posts

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Love, Sex, and Death (video)

Pat Macpherson, Dhr. Seven, Amber Larson, Ashley Wells, Wisdom Quarterly; Jeff Walker, the "Carneous Cacoffiny" of Carcass; Nancy Updike (ThisAmericanLife.org, 4-25-14)

Oh the Occupy hippies of Claremont (B/W)
April, of course, is National Poetry Month in the US. Happy birthday, Shakespeare/Edward de Vere. And Wisdom Quarterly did an in house call for submissions. The rules were easy: "Repurpose something fun that tells a higher truth." Lately, we have been listening to a lot of grindcore, an extreme genre of death metal from Earache Records most people cannot swallow.
 
"Do it, do it, do it, you know you want to"
Three British vegans invented it (because vegans rock harder), and it changed American music. It was Occupy Los Angeles close to the end, before the literally "jackbooted thugs" of the LAPD Riot Squad stormed the peaceful encampment to cheering LA Times reporters sitting in the sidelines, after the "American Spring" was subvert by police state spies. And if Aleksa, the "face of the movement," can be a Cradle of Filth fan and a great kisser, why wouldn't Wisdom Quarterly have been listening to Carcass?

Then MARA [the personification of death in Buddhism] said to me:
 
Selena G. listens to more than Justin B. (wwtdd)
"Strike up
The discordant underture,
This carnal cacophony,
Perversely penned,
Transposed and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine."
 
I ask why,
But Mara carries on:
 
"Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow,
Garishly incinerated.
All the dead resonate
In final death-throes."
 
I was vibrant as I thrashed
In movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors Mara vehemently conducts.

My corpus concertos were cordial.
I was disinterred and detuned,
All six feet below
In harmony with the deceased.


D.I.Y. (store.thisamericanlife.org)
In our pre-teens we walk around every day with the knowledge that our body is about to change. We don’t know exactly when or how. All we know is that it will happen and we will come out the other end a different person. This American Life hears from kids who are reluctantly facing puberty...any minute now.  Producer Nancy Updike takes some personal questions about death and dying to a place where they are happening all the time, the hospice. LISTEN

Golden King Tut the teen pharaoh (ancient-egypt.co.uk)
Mara explained:

"My inspiration is your disintegration.
You're my latest masterpiece!
The score creeps your flesh."
 
All my notes seeped from sinewy frets.
 
"But, no, don't hold your breath," Mara added,
"As you wait for your God, or The Void, or the
Abyss of Nothingness."

Mara knew, Mara knew, and said:

We live our lives in blue bras and wretchedness.
"Your usefulness is not through.
Your productivity will resume
In sordid, soiled handicrafts."
 
It was my afterlife's handicap.
The corrupt crescendos
Leaving me out on a limbo
And down on my knees.
I could not rest in my piece, rest in my piece.
 
Christian terrorists in Egypt (us.msn.com)
With deadly dynamics
I'm dead, buried, and barred,
My remains dampened and fingered,
My mortal coil barbed.
 
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as I flake
Shrieking out their recitals
In celebration of my wake.
 
Egypt my Egypt (nocaptionneeded.com)
Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
A muddy trench to plunder.
 
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade.

We live our lives in wretchedness,
And death is no escape.
And Death is no escape.

Another good poem was based on Boxxy and Carlie Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe," the bestest song in the history of music...except for Katy Perry's pre-girl kissing Christian rock. But it's X-rated, so let's just remind readers who "Boxxy" is, the most beautiful girl on the WW Web.

Friday, 6 December 2013

What can we expect when we die? (video)

What can we expect after we die?

Adios, mijita.
Host Lilou Mace talks to Dr. Raymond A. Moody, M.D., P.hD. about the phrase he coined, "near death experience," and discusses his astonishing bestseller Life After Life, a book that offers real experiences of people who were declared clinically dead and returned.

The descriptions they give are similar, vivid, and usually so overwhelmingly positive that hearing about them changes our view of life, dying, and spiritual survival beyond death. The Buddha frequently speaks of karma carrying experience beyond "death after the dissolution of the body." One can mystically see beings re-arising ("again-becoming") according to their deeds, the fruition of a karmic act that serves as the "rebirth-linking consciousness."

It's okay. I'm not staying dead (zenmotion.com)
Is it the same being surviving death or wholly another? Both views are mistaken and rooted in ignorance of the impersonal process. Conventionally speaking, it is the same person. But ultimately speaking, there is no identity from one moment to the next even while alive. (Materiality, sensation, perception, mental formations, and awareness are not identical from one submoment to the next but rather are constantly in flux, giving rise to different subsequent replacements).  Therefore, Buddhism uniquely teaches the doctrine of not-self or not-soul (anatta). This does not mean that there is nothing that lives, dies, and is reborn.

Instead, the "ghost," "spirit," or subtle body involved is called the gandhabba.* The Buddha meticulously described and explained the process-of-consciousness (viññāa). These phenomena exist, and their nature is radically impermanent, impersonal, and unsatisfactory, and therefore they cannot ultimately be called an immortal or permanent self or soul. A superficial grasp of Buddhism leads to the wrong view that Buddhism is materialistic like science, contradictory, or that it denies or is ignorant of subtle-forms commonly reported in mystical experiences. The Buddha was perfectly aware of the dying process, the rebirth-linking process, and life continuum in any state of existence.
 
*Gandhabba (Sanskrit, gandharva) refers to a being (or, strictly speaking, part of the causal continuum of consciousness) in a liminal state between death and rebirth.

Death can prompt us to live well
We almost never want to think or speak of our own death, but it can be more difficult to deal with the death of a loved one. This is a source of great grief the Buddha called "suffering" (dukkha, unsatisfactoriness). In this long course of rebirths, we have lost uncountable loved ones -- children, parents, spouses, relatives, and friends. Loss and separation are inevitable in wandering life after life. Even heavenly rebirths, which are often incredibly long, eventually come to an end.

When Loved Ones Die
HOW TO CONTACT THE DEPARTED: Anyone can use the Psychomanteum, a chamber developed by Dr. Moody. He was inspired by ancient Greek techniques used for 2,500 years at the Oracle of the Dead in Ephyra, Greece. A visitor to a psychomantium (mirrored room) often experiences contact with departed loved ones. How? The process takes several hours of sincerely and emotionally speaking of the departed while gazing into a specially lit mirror tilted so as not to reflect oneself. This is explained in the doctor's DVDs Through the Tunnel & Beyond and Reunions.