What is the Mind and Where is it When We Leave the Physical Body?
(Or where do we go when we die?)
As a psychic and a medium, is it any wonder that these types of inquiries are natural for me? What really ‘is’ mind? And where is it when we leave the physical body? What about death? Where do we go when we die? Do we keep consciousness? I’ve spoken with or better said connected with the consciousness of loved ones on the other side who are communicating in tandem with their loved one’s here—current exchanges so that I don’t need a lot of convincing that there is something of us that remains connected. It’s not easy to make those connections and they are fleeting or quick and then gone light lightening in the sky but there have been enough of those flashes over the years that I no longer need convincing because the client validates those quick impressions that are received during a reading. But that’s not exactly the point that I want to make with this blog post.
It’s just that a moment ago I came across some information in an email that puts into words that which I described (or tried to) in my last blog post concerning mind and consciousness. I lost consciousness due to a severe infection of kidney which is very untypical for me. (I am in excellent health, verified again via various test in the hospital where I was treated when I did faint– passed out as they say.) I passed out of the every day level of consciousness and into another level.
I tried to describe that but today I came across some words that describe it much better. These are excerpts, according to author Ken of ‘Unfettered Mind’ of an upcoming book. I will BOLD text the lines and words that really hit me as relating to my experiences:
“We talk again and again about how to let the mind rest, about how pain, discomfort, grief or anger disturbs the mind or about what makes the mind dull or clear. However, this way of talking is misleading. Nothing actually affects the knowing that is the essence of mind. We cannot make it bigger or smaller, better or worse, clearer or duller or quieter or noisier. It is just what it is, a knowing that is empty, clear and utterly transparent. Again, the analogy with space is helpful. Consider the space in the bowl of a wine glass, for example. We can fill the glass with water, wine or sand, but nothing we do actually alters the space in the bowl. Whether the glass is empty or full, the space formed by the bowl is just there.”
I’ve held the question in mind for many years about what really happens when we die. And I also believe/trust that all experiences happen for a reason and that my questions always get answered and often in interesting and sometimes mysterious ways. Holding a question in the mind and heart for any period of time will eventually produce an answer (or insight), and we have to be totally deaf, dumb and blind not to recognize it when it comes! I’d say for my own life, I simply can’t miss it–the answers are just that strikingly obvious. Pretty much like when I keeled over in the hospital and wrote about in my last blog post.
“What happens when we stop trying to cultivate any potential of mind? What happens when we stop trying to develop qualities that we think might be helpful? When I sit and let go of those efforts, there is a moment of sheer panic. Because I am not doing anything, I do not know who I am and I do not know what to do. The panic is just the conceptual mind going into overdrive, of course, as it scrambles to hold on to something.”
When ‘coming to’ or coming back from an episode of suddenly loosing consciousness there was that awareness of holding on to nothing and having to try to find something to hold (even if I didn’t want to), but in those brief moments when there was nothing to hold and mind was just there in empty space which contained all potential (somehow I knew that it did because I felt the fullness and bliss of that) there it was — was the answer to my question or at least a part of it.
Is passing out the same as death? I don’t know for sure, but if it is, there’s nothing to fear. It seems we ‘go’ (if you will) to a space of blissful emptiness wherein ‘ALL THAT IS’ is contained and which exists without there being any state containing effort in any way–those are my own words yet they still lack completeness–for how can you describe in the in-describable?
Maybe better to say a state or place of nothingness in which everything exists, yet nothing does–and even these words are incomplete.
Walker, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more.Walker, there is no road, the road is made by walking.Walking you make the road, and turning to look behindyou see the path you never again will step upon.Walker, there is no road, only foam trails on the sea.
–Antonio Machado (20th Century Spanish Poet)