Death Is a Freedom-Ritual of Self-Sacrifice Death is not an explanation. Life, itself, is never, finally, explained. What follows the present life is not an after-death of explanation—but, only more of life, itself. Continued. Unexplained. And only this — mere more of life. Until, the Living Light — the Brightness That Is Consciousness, Itself — Outshines the ceaseless life-time of separate ego-I. And Only That Outshining Brightness Un-explains the Unexplainable — by Disappearing all the living mind that asks to be explained. And, Only Then, does Only Living Light Remain. Therefore — for now — my death exists. For now, my death confronts me. For now, my death is me. . . . Death requires a loving, fearless, sorrowless, unangered volunteer of me. Death requires the feeling-hearts participation—enamored, self-forgetting, and without anticipation. Death is an un-selfing kind of wind — a sudden weather, any day. Death is the bodys True fidelity to life, to love, and to Reality — regardless of the weather and the day. To die is necessary, in lifes poor Mummery — but, it is not Right and True, unless it is enacted from the feeling-heart. To die by yielding bodily, from the feeling-heart—as when in the Embrace of body-love — is perfect trust, beyond every thought of the little bed of I-and-other-in-a-room. Such feeling-death exceeds all loss of human love — by means of the human hearts felt constant Un-denial of the Divine Inherent Fullness of Realitys own Love-Bliss. The One-True-Hearts Divine True Love must be All-Shown to life — by means of the bodys universal kiss of feeling-heart-Found all-and-All — in death. Therefore, true loves Right death is how the body-I keeps faith — with the universe, and What Is. Even all my life — this constant dying, with the feeling-heart, is the constant toll required of me. It is required, constantly, by the tolling Bell! and constant Call, that sounds — without a thinking thought — within the node and rhythmic chamber of my breast and belly-chest of Breath. Life is not given, anywhere, to be a life apart — for its own sake. But, life is, always, to be a death of self. A Freedom-ritual of self-sacrifice — enacted, bodily, by the Open hand of feeling-hearts true love. And the True Loved-One, of the feeling-heart, is not an other — ever, or at last — but, only That Which Is, forever. Always and Already — there. Therefore, It Is Reality, Itself, That Un-confines me here — by Dying me, to death. True Water Is the One Reality. The One True Heart Is the One and Only Real True God. And That True Heart-Reality Is The Water-All — That, always, Takes my human feeling-heart to death. And ego-death—by feeling-hearts Free, Open hand — Is the Perfect Way to Realize the Only Truth. The Truth That Is the One True Heart — Itself. And death of separate ego-I — by means of feeling-hearts true love — makes my true love, The Love Divine. An excerpt from Avatar Adi Das Literary Masterwork, The Mummery Book
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