Wholistic Fitness

My Dad (May God have accelerated his Atman) with feeble ilg (to his right) and my older sister, Connie when he was young…unlike like me with a young chi-ld…yet, i know he was wondering how he would provide for and care for his own chi-ldren….all Fathers do…

Why do we live in such terror of death? Perhaps the deepest reason why we are afraid of death is that we do not know who we are. We believe in a personal, unique, and separate identity; but if we dare to examine it, we find that this identity depends entirely on an endless collection of things to prop it up: our name, our “biography,” our partners, family, home, job, friends, credit cards. . . . It is on their fragile and transient support that we rely for our security. So when they are all taken away, will we have any idea of who we really are?

My Dad, entering the Bardo untrained yet surrounded by his family…that’s your feeble Teacher on the far photo left,  my mOM and my Dad’s wife of 50+ years, then my Dad dwindling, on photo right, unseen is my older sister, Connie…also unseen is my younger brother, Craig, who took the photo.  physically, i made it to my Dying Dad’s bedside,  spiritually?  ilg was immersed in the Dying Mantras to ensure my Father’s most Highest Chances of a positive rebirth in the manner of my Bardo Training…Blessed be His Soul, and yours…

We live under an assumed identity, in a neurotic fairy-tale world with no more reality than the Mock Turtle in Alice in Wonderland. Hypnotized by the thrill of building, we have raised the houses of our lives on sand.

This world can seem marvelously convincing until death collapses the illusion and evicts us from our hiding place. And what will happen to us then if we have no clue of any deeper reality?