Death is an illusion. Every atom in your body is immortal. After is illusory. After is an afterthought when you weren’t otherwise paying attention. “Don’t be afraid.” “You die now.” Living death? Better than the alternative. I would rather live death than die my life. I died yesterday and the day before. I never felt so alive.
Shall we go outside of Buddhist thought for more information on Buddha nature?
The Norse had a concept called wyrd, pronounced weird, and it was the seed around which your personal life events or circumstances unfolded.
In the concept of wyrd, it may seem there is a sort of fatalism. In fact, the word almost directly translates into fate, but not literally. If you sit on your hands and wait for things to happen, your wyrd will play out just like a fruit ripens, and your life will look pretty much predestined. This is why Norse and even Celtic mystics would size up anyone who came looking for an omen interpretation from them. Odds were in favor of the person’s life being fairly predictable, and yet, there are countless stories in both Norse and Celtic lore that describe someone seemingly going against fate and even winning. Manifesting their own destiny.
Buddhism teaches what and why, and if you are so inclined even gives you guidance about conduct that will allow a more serene life. Encourages living through a compassionate and peaceful, even just stance, basically being a mini-monk. This life of service is noble and not something to reject out of hand, but, if you would accept the chaos that arises from radical change, you need to look elsewhere for guidance. How this relates to the concept of wyrd is every decision you make is freely made. All your choices are yours to make. But have you ever noticed that some of your choices seem to meet with a weird resistance, a seemingly unexplainable opposition? Like life itself doesn’t want you to do the thing you chose to do?
This is the weight of wyrd. Wyrd is metaphorically like a mask. You can feel it there, but you can’t see it because you are looking through the eye holes, and every choice you make is made in the context of your personal wyrd like a role that nature decides you will play or like the karmic seeds some Buddhists speak of. They aren’t yours but you inherit them anyway.
Like sometimes we have the intention of doing something (even seemingly trivial) around the house but events are always coming up and we never get around to it? Yes.
Your thoughts are welcome. Be well friends.