We Die Daily

We die every night to the day that just passed. We die to the day because it no longer exists except in a memory cell. One day we will die to this life altogether. For most, the first thing we notice is a burst of beauty and a loving feeling. This impartial all-enveloping light, love and spiritual knowingness doesn’t adequately translate into any language because our recognition of It is a non-language.

Its light and love are indescribable; you just are and you know it! You and the Self are indivisible yet individual. Fame, power, money, monarchy, gender, age, race are unknown giving rise to the question, are the renowned world and religious leaders, the famous, my mother and your mother still the same persona now that they have stepped from human sight?


Yes and no. You will be the essence of you with an added experience, one that incorporates your immediate past life in the same way that you incorporated the experiences of your life at incremental stages.