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Beyond Birth and Death
I turn off adblock and begin typing. There is so much information that is hurled at us moment after moment, that sometimes I feel very, very lost about what I “should” be doing in life and what my actual role is here. There are too many sides of me, and I am everything at once, and it confuses me and there must be a spiritual adblock on at all times to shut out the clutches of māyā (illusion).
Moments ago I was horizontal, my chest heaving in sobs. These sobs were cries of surrender, of love. With meditation music swirling through my body, hands trailed behind my ears, massaging the crown of my head.
I pictured white-gold silk sleeves, and blue-tinted hands, massaging my head, akin to the time Lord Krishna washed Sudamas feet. Tears rolled down my face, and they rolled down His too. I felt His love and devotion towards me.
Why do you love me so much? I asked. Why me?
I was not here. I was not on Earth. My body was horizontal, with a migraine, but my soul was in Goloka, with Krishna. As soon as all my focus went towards the asking of this question, I saw that He was crying with me.
You’re pure, He said. Your heart is pure.
Then the title of this article flashed across my eyes. “Beyond Duality” and “Beyond Birth and Death” were both given.
