“Death, however, does itch. It itches all the time. It is always with us, scratching at some inner door. Mirroring, softly, barely audibly, just under the membrane of consciousness. Hidden in disguise, leaking out in a variety of symptoms. It is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts.” DoeDeathConsciousnessWorryDoorsConflictStressVarietyDisguiseSymptomsMirroringWellspringMembranes Author:Irvin D. Yalom
“Death is a stage in human progress, to be passed as we would pass from childhood to youth, or from youth to manhood, and with the same consciousness of an everlasting nature.” HumansDeathConsciousnessProgressChildhoodStageYouthManhoodEverlastingHuman Progress Author:Edmund Sears
“And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.” WorldSoulLightDeathHeavenWishConsciousnessMountainCloudsGoldenPeacefulEveningStreamsGatheringMistWish YouRiddleEntrancesRedeemedBlessedness Author:J. G. Holland
“Consciousness after death demonstrates the possibility of consciousness operating independently of the body.” BodyDeathConsciousnessPossibilityAfter Death Author:Stanislav Grof
“The unbroken realization that you are indivisible from the universe, from universal consciousness, from the source of everything - that you are that source, that there is no other, no second, nothing that is not part of that unity, except as transitory illusion. If you could maintain that realization at all times, through waking and sleeping states of consciousness, across the threshold of death itself, what would you be?” IfsStatesDeathUniverseSleepConsciousnessSourceIllusionUniversalUnityAll TimeRealizationWakingThresholdUnbrokenTransitoryIndivisibleStates Of Consciousness Author:Daniel Pinchbeck
“As deaths have accumulated I have begun to think of life and death as a set of balance scales. When one is young, the scale is heavily tipped toward the living. With the first death, the first consciousness of death, the counter scale begins to fall. Death by death, the scales shift weight until what was unthinkable becomes merely a matter of gravity and the fall into death becomes an easy step.” ThinkingFirstsMatterYoungDeathFallEasyConsciousnessStepsBalanceWeightScalesLife And DeathGravityUnthinkable Book:Temporary Homelands Source: Temporary Homelands