Death is not a big deal. Perhaps it is to the grieving one/s left behind, but not to the deceased. “They are at a better place” is a cliché statement but it’s true. They have gone back to where they are fundamentally themselves, unbound by the limitedness of human nature. They are at a place where they can see what we cannot see, where they know what we do not know. They have gone back to a magnificent dimension where they feel no hate, no judgment, no guilt, and they look upon us with unconditional love. They carry no grudges. Any resentment they bore in their heart was immediately erased the moment they passed away because they went to a place where animosity cannot exist. Even if you killed them, they don’t hate you and they will not haunt you in your sleep. It is your mind, your own conscience, that haunts you.

When you think of them as the person you knew when they were alive, you would both be right and wrong. Right because you indeed knew them like that, and wrong because they aren’t that person anymore. They aren’t even a person. The person you fondly remember was just a garment, a costume for their character on stage, a mask for their part in the masquerade which they took off as soon as their role in it was over. That person is no longer the child you knew, or the granny that took care of you, or the friend you loved. They are no longer the criminal that was shot, or the terrorist that killed hundreds, or the good for nothing addict who died from a drug overdose. Now they are simply a being far more superior, unattached to the illusory identities they took up on stage. Now they are without face or form, and they transcend the echoes of time and space unrestricted by the physical boundaries of flesh – you wouldn’t know where they begin and where they end. Now they are just an ageless being that existed before the beginning of time and will continue existing after all has ended. They move like the strongest winds yet you’ll barely feel them. They shine like the brightest suns yet you’ll hardly see them. Here, they cannot be defined. They cannot be compressed. They are nothing, and they are everything.

Death is not a big deal. It may be devastating for the ones left behind but it isn’t for the one who’s gone. They are not dead, they have just gone back to their original self. They haven’t stopped existing. They are still here but not as a human being with human attributes. They can hear you when you think of them and they respond subtly in interesting, mysterious ways – symbols, songs, dreams, numbers, ideas, patterns, ‘coincidences’, other people. If you were truly connected with them, they become a potent energy at your disposal, an angel you know personally whom you can turn to when you have questions and get answers from a higher perspective. When crestfallen because they’re not there with you, you can mention them silently and feelingly inside your heart as if they are in there and ask them to give you comfort. They will, and they’ll make you feel like they never really left