"Life is short." has become a meaningless cliché for most people. It had for me, until I suddenly crumpled up with more pain than I ever imagined possible. I would have died within 30 hours, but for emergency surgery. On the way to the operating room, I knew I was dying, and saw Death, smelling His breath. I woke up from surgery with a huge, bloated abdomen stapled together, grateful for the pain from the incision which was so much less than the pain before surgery. I remember staring at my hands, saying, "I'm alive. I'm alive." Since then, I began living, noticing, then experiiencing my connections to my greater Self, the Self that is connected to all of you, to all of life. I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not my feelings. All that dies. I finally met unending Life and Love. Thank you, Death, for the introduction.
On Jul 10, 2011 susan schaller wrote :
"Life is short." has become a meaningless cliché for most people. It had for me, until I suddenly crumpled up with more pain than I ever imagined possible. I would have died within 30 hours, but for emergency surgery. On the way to the operating room, I knew I was dying, and saw Death, smelling His breath. I woke up from surgery with a huge, bloated abdomen stapled together, grateful for the pain from the incision which was so much less than the pain before surgery. I remember staring at my hands, saying, "I'm alive. I'm alive." Since then, I began living, noticing, then experiiencing my connections to my greater Self, the Self that is connected to all of you, to all of life. I am not my body. I am not my mind. I am not my feelings. All that dies. I finally met unending Life and Love. Thank you, Death, for the introduction.