Is it weird to love death itself?

[Tobi]

A beautiful song about Death.
http://youtu.be/zcTBD8bVrU4
"Fear no more the heat o' the Sun
Or the furious winter's rages.
Thou thy worldly task hath done.
Thou hast gone and ta'en thy wages...." (William Shakespeare)
Music by Loreena McKennitt.

[Wandering_Star]

I wouldn't exactly say I love death, but I don't fear it, or have any negative feelings about it. I do feel sorrow or dismay at the means of someone's death, such as suicide, or the drawn-out suffering of a cancer patient, but death itself? No. It just means they accomplished what they came to do, and get to go home. I'm actually happy for people and animals who have died, and even a little envious (though just a little--I'm not going to follow them!).

Once in a while, someone will die, and I'll get the strong feeling that they weren't supposed to go just then. And now they've got to go back through the whole embodiment process again in order to do what they came here for, and their sudden departure potentially interferes with the progress of other souls still here. But most of the time, I know that the death (and its means) was either agreed to beforehand, or was a possibility (though not an inevitability) at that point in the soul's embodiment.

I had my own such "window" at age 20-21, where death would have been a possible outcome, and nearly was. But I've always had an odd sense of destiny, that I was supposed to do something really great, so despite my unhappiness and deep sense of failure I decided to stay here. I still remember making that decision one morning (February 6, 1989, to be exact), and it felt so strange--I didn't realize what had happened until years later, when I understood more. In a sense, that day was my second birthday; it was that important.

My soul mate died in late 2000, and I received an after-death visit from him. That blew the doors off my reality, and as such the lessons of that took a long time to sink in. I wasn't ready to read anything about the afterlife, NDEs, post-death visitations, or any related stuff until about five years ago, and it was caring for a terminally-ill cat that prompted it. I'd already lost my fear of death, but reading authors such as Michael Newton helped me understand what actually happens after that transition, and why we even embody here in the first place.

Since then, my father has died, my soul mate's son committed suicide, and I've seen many human and animal friends return. One of my cat-friends left on Sunday morning, in fact, after a short illness.

With each death, I think about what our soul agreements with each other were. How did we serve each other? What challenges did we create for each other? How did we each grow from having come here together? How could I have done my part better? I don't have all the answers here, but the answers I do get help me make wiser decisions as I keep moving through this embodiment.

I suspect I'm going to be here for a very long time yet (the women on both sides of my family routinely live into their 90s, and several have lived past 100, so I'm taking the hint). I have a lot to do between now and then, and don't want to leave any sooner than I have to, but when the time comes? I expect I will embrace it--even if that time comes today.

[someguy92]

The ironic thing is, we should love death.

You know who is afraid of death?? Only those who lived wicked life and they subconsciously know, what is waiting them in afterlife, justice.

Death is one of the most beautifulest angels or the ugliest demon. It depends on how you lived your life. If you have no regrets, you know death is important, as its transition between existence. But dont play with death, as death is very powerfull, give respect where respect is due.

[LC2488]

I won't say it's weird. Personally, ever since learning about the afterlife, I stopped being afraid of death. In fact, I look forward to it. I'm quite anxious.

[Augustinus]

Death is beauty.

I do not find the feeling of dying that really good.
It's only all very well for one who is not dying out of being sick.
If you wanna see for yourself what I mean,
try getting the worst hangover/intoxication of your life.
So, NO - I still can't say I like death, let alone love it.