Excerpt from Terry's new book -
coming early 2014
What About Death?
this is a real problem that we should all fear?
no death as such. There is just a transformation from one
form to another. In fact; death is something to look forward
to, as it represents a graduation from this heavy,
illusionary, three-dimensional world into the lighter,
multi-dimensional, more Real world.
is just like going to sleep at night. There is not a single
human being on this planet that does not cherish the deep
sleep state. Therefore, although life is to be enjoyed,
death should be longingly awaited. The only real difference
between death and sleep is that you don’t return to the body
in the morning.
In the Eastern traditions, sleep is
called the ‘little death.’ Most people who have had near
death experiences say that it was so wonderful that they
didn’t want to come back. There is a much more enlightened
approach to death in the East; their firm belief in
reincarnation affords them the peace of mind that life is
eternal, enabling them to enjoy this transition without the
threat of oblivion. In fact, in Hinduism, they celebrate the
passing of a loved one by chanting and dancing as the body
is carried to the burning gatts.
Burning Body on My Beach
I witnessed this one morning from the ledge
outside my cave. I was awoken by a strange smell and the
sound of singing. I peered out onto my private beach and saw
a whole bunch of people dancing and celebrating as if it was
was about to chase them away, when the reality of the scene
sobered me up. The sickly smell was, in fact burning flesh.
A party of about twenty mourners had set up a funeral pyre
on the banks of the Ganges, a few meters from my cave. The
fire was raging and the mourners were dancing around the
burning body. It was difficult to tell if their chants were
cries of joy or sorrow. I just sat and watched, totally
transfixed. After a few hours, the relatives and friends
dispersed, leaving one man to tend the fire.
quietly on a rock, occasionally stoking the diminishing
flames. Every now and then, you could hear a pop and some
body part would fall out. He would nonchalantly push the
charred appendage back into the flames with the stick he had
been drawing in the sand with. When the flames had
eventually burnt out, the body was indistinguishable from
the wood ash. I saw the man scoop the ashes into his hands
and throw them into the Ganges. He then brushed the remains
of his relative off his clothing and walked off into the
silent night. Just another day in India.