­­So, what is death anyway?

It starts as a headache. Continues after lunch. It's no normal headache, I warn you. No diagnosis will be given by your so-called doctors. The headache continues with a persistent screeching sound. A drop of blood from the ceiling. Then two. The master has come to rule and he is in dire need of more souls. These souls we feed on human blood and they work for the Master day and night without ceasing. You are a legitimate part of us. You want to feel good, not so? You are poor and yet you are a part of us. Seek enlightenment now my dear friend. Blood from the ceiling signifies the Master's intimate fall from the heavens above. We devour this blood for it symbolizes the freedom of our Master of choosing to make a Kingdom of his own. I am Belinda Macbeth.

If someone asked you what happens after death, what answer would you give him? Of course you would first scratch your head and cringe at the very mention of that word- death. Then you would look at the questioner with suspicious eyes. What the hell is he talking about? What does he do for a living- a murderer or something?

These thoughts have an origin. You see, you have been programmed to view death as a brutal end. I know. I know. It's somehow insane to get to someone's funeral and open your obituary with these words, "The family of the deceased...bla bla bla...his death brings malice to my heart for he is enjoying a good time as we are here mourning." A stone, then two. After one split second, the mourners are armed to the tooth waiting to tear you into two. But death is not the end...if I am to tell you the truth. I expect you to gnarl your teeth at me but that's the truth. You may even go to the extreme of tearing out this page...but hey! That doesn't change my reality.

I am talking a fact that even your science professors will dismiss as shear nonsense. I am not talking as someone who heard the news from his neighbor yesterday after lunch. I am not talking on anyone's behalf. You see, life is but a mirrage. I am not describing a new theory at that. I have ever experienced death. I have ever gone through its pain and torments. The pain of leaving behind one's loved ones, the land titles, the cars...an endless list of possessions.

For me it was my favorite dog. I know how it feels when you are dead. When you can see your beloved cry and mourn when you are in their very midst. They can't see you and that's the most painful part of it. You try in vain to make your presence visible. But you can't. At the very moment when you are still standing unnoticed, I know how it feels to be despised. You feel a burning desire to materialize before the mourners and yet an omni-present force of the spirit realm prevents such commotion.

Death is perhaps more frightening because we are literally scared to be without our biography, our friends, money, other possessions and the like. Have you ever wondered why your spiritual-gurus advise you to leave behind the worldly possessions? I too did not understood why this is so until that moment. Whenever a thought about your possessions and what you used to love most crosses your mind, you become more constrained and depressed in the soul. You feel a cringing pain inside you, the insecurity and devoid. You fear being alone and this insecurity causes more pain.