Tag: death

  • Are Believers Healthier Than Atheists?

    Are Believers Healthier Than Atheists?

    Jacques de Villiers – writing quest: Article 38/365

    Apparently, people with strong spiritual beliefs have better mental health and adapt more quickly to health problems compared to those with weak spiritual beliefs.

    There are, of course, many other considerations like lifestyle choices and genetics to take into account. I know the grumpiest and most negative of atheists that live to a ripe old age.

    However, death is the great equaliser. And whether we are believers or atheists, to some extent we fear it. 

    “In a world where death is the hunter, my friend, there is no time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.”

    Carlos Castaneda

    Spiritually conscious people in part have hope which is an alternative to our innate fear of death.

    As a child I felt a great sense of loss when our six Labrador puppies drowned in our swimming pool. It was my first real taste of mortality. I realised that my parents would one day die, and be gone forever. That filled me with deep sadness. When I realised that I would one day be gone too, I was left in a state of terror. 

    When I was six, I stumbled upon the answer: Die before you die. Of course, you’re smart enough to know there’s no way I ‘stumbled’ onto the answer. It was revealed to me. 

    Many spiritual teachers and philosophers advocate for dying before you die. 

    For six months, I would return home from my Sub A class at Zonnekus Primary School in Milnerton. I would close the curtains of my room, get into bed, and pray to die. At that time I was proximate and intimate with death. 

    I can’t fathom the reason for this. Perhaps, I knew that this life of mine wouldn’t be easy, and I wanted the coward’s way out so that I didn’t have to face it. Or perhaps the demon that had assailed me when I was two had come back. The exorcist thought not and the psychologist just said I was channelling Jung.

    Even at that young age, contemplating the end of my life led me to deep introspection, growth and joy. I came out of the experience changed. I would say my spiritual journey started then. I believed in an afterlife or a forever-life since the soul is permanent.

    “Death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.”

    Steve Jobs

    So whether we are a believer or an atheist, once we lose the fear of death, things shift for us. Believing in an afterlife, whether real or not, can bring us a sense of well-being and peace.

    If you find the idea of an afterlife and ever-life hard to believe, then believing that your purpose is to make a difference should bring you a feeling of well-being and peace.

    “Without death, life would be meaningless. To be, and to enjoy your being, you need death, and limitation enables you to fulfil your being.”

    Carl Jung

    I think that all of us should have the experience of dying before we die so that we can appreciate this extraordinary life that we have now. What do you think?

  • Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night

    Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night

    This is my minute presentation I gave to my BNI Chapter, last Wednesday.

    My name is Jacques, and I’m a legacy writer.

    For some reason, today I’m reminded of the words of the poet, Dylan Thomas.

    Do not go gentle into that good night,

    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Peter (75) from Australia signed a contract with me to write his memoir because he wanted to leave memories for his children and grandchildren.

    Two days later his light burned and raved no more.

    Peter’s daughter asked me, “Did you and dad write his story?” I replied, “No”.

    Don’t let you and your parents’ memories disappear into the dying of the light.

    Write them down now, so that one day you can leave beautiful memories, and a legacy for those left behind.

    If I have learned anything as a memoir writer (5 memoirs to date), it is that you shouldn’t wait until it’s too late. Rage, rage now, against the dying of the light.

    Go make memories with your parents. And your children. Go now!

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  • Racing Azraeel

    Racing Azraeel

    “We are all just walking each other home.”

    Ram Dass

    عزرائيل / עֲזַרְאֵל

    Like mist over the moors, a huge sadness hung heavily over me choking out the light in me. I’d just gotten off the phone with a woman who was the sister-in-law of a 75-year-old Australian client I’d signed up two days prior. We were going to craft his memoir.

    Death walked him home and the story he wanted to tell was stolen from us.

    I’ve written seven memoirs, three of them commissioned by the children of a parent. They want a memory to hold onto when their parents are walked home. They want their children and their children’s children to read about their grandparents and great grandparents.

    These experiences have been more than writing a memoir and leaving a history behind. They have been a chance for the children to connect with their parents. I love watching the joy they experience going through old photographs and old memories. The nostalgia is like nectar to their souls: a warm blanket, a bedtime story, biscuits baking in the oven, a soothing hand over a scraped knee and a hug after a broken teenage heart.

    It has become apparent to me that my job is not just a chronicler of memories. My job is to bring families together so that they can heal, live, laugh and love. This is a beautiful thing to watch and it brings overwhelming joy to me.

    However, it has also become apparent to me that together we’re racing against time, and against the malak that is named: Azraeel, the Angel of Death and the Grim Reaper.

    My job is finish up before the Grim Reaper appears.

    How can I put this gently? Stop what you’re doing right now and be with your loved ones, Azraeel does not send a memo before he arrives. Go now. Go make right, go love and connect before it’s too late and the bitter taste of regret burns through your heart.

    Go now.

    “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still in them.”

    Henry David Thoreau

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