Going through death and back, while fully aware the whole time, largely impacted how I approach the most existential truths. My first-hand experience has taught me that who I am is not the form. I saw my body collapsing on the kitchen floor like a lifeless deflated balloon, yet at the same time, I existed as the witnessing consciousness, fully alive! To tie my identity to the flesh feels almost artificial now. At the moment of my passing, I had also observed that what appeared to be my life was nothing more than a storyline attached to the form. The minute my body ceased functioning, the familiar story had ended as well! Life felt more like a dream from which I had finally awoken. Reuniting with the true essence of my being helped me realize that who I am is infinitely and magnificently greater than I ever imagined myself to be. The way death occurred in my life has proven that it’s not an event reserved for an old age or sickness, but can be closer than the next breath.
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