Death Yoga in the Kali Yuga

“I’ll be fine.” she said.
“You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Do you hurt?” I asked.
“No.” she replied, smiling.

Her lips never moved with her speech, however. The conversation was telepathic.

I stared at mom for a while, as she sat passenger side to my father
as he drove us up to the lake house. It was April. Things were looking
much greener outside the backseat window of the old Chevy Suburban. I
glanced over my brother’s sleeping head at the blurring Pennsylvania
interstate. Turning my eyes back to my mother, she began to fade. Mom
died from cancer nine days earlier.

T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month. Seeing that it is also tax time, I’d have to agree. In 1991,
April was especially cruel that year. Death made a real impact on me
then, body and soul. Of course, I’d had elderly relatives and
grandparents pass away before, but watching my own fifty-two year old
mother deteriorate to nothing was a heavy experience. Had the stress of
the death experience produced a hallucinatory waking dream? How was I
conversing with mom after her death? Was I seeing her soul? Was it a
ghost!?

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President of RZ Creative Services, Renee karmically serves the entertainment, fashion and advertising industries as a creative media mind: consultant, coach, illustrator, brand builder, information artist, music producer are just a few of the hats she wears. A Bikram yoga devotee, Renee is also breaking a sweat as the founder of thehumanitiesproject.org, a foundation that empowers and rewards youth pursuing conscious creativity in the arts & humanities through college scholarships and services. Cleverly disguised as a grad student getting her Masters degree in Consciousness Studies, Renee has been researching a broad spectrum of subjects such as trasnspersonal psychology, psi phenomena, remote healing, Eastern philosophy, quantum science, process theory, creativity and shamanism. Renee is now happy to say she's worked with everyone from Tupac to Deepak.

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Death Yoga in the Kali Yuga

"I’ll be fine." she said.
"You don’t have to worry about me."
"Do you hurt?" I asked.
"No." she replied, smiling.

Her lips never moved with her speech, however. The conversation was telepathic.

I stared at mom for a while, as she sat passenger side to my father as he drove us up to the lake house. It was April. Things were looking much greener outside the backseat window of the old Chevy Suburban. I glanced over my brother’s sleeping head at the blurring Pennsylvania interstate. Turning my eyes back to my mother, she began to fade. Mom died from cancer nine days earlier.

T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month. Seeing that it is also tax time, I’d have to agree. In 1991,
April was especially cruel that year. Death made a real impact on me then, body and soul. Of course, I’d had elderly relatives and grandparents pass away before, but watching my own fifty-two year old mother deteriorate to nothing was a heavy experience. Had the stress of the death experience produced a hallucinatory waking dream? How was I conversing with mom after her death? Was I seeing her soul? Was it a ghost!?

“In the darkness of Maya, I mistook the rope for the snake.”
- Sri Guru Granth Sahib

I recently finished a course entitled "Physics of the Soul". Taught by "What the Bleep’s" Dr. Amit Goswami, the class opened my mind to what may be arguable the very essence of quantum physics: possibility.

Is it possible that modern science does provide a platform to support the idea of an afterlife and
reincarnation? In regards to the experience with my deceased mother, a scientist might say I experienced a mutual, non-local, telepathic communication. Assuming the theories of quantum physics in class presented by Dr. Goswami to be correct, the macro world as I knew it was literally full of holes. Material Dualism’s theoretical problems presented themselves time and time again, raising
questions of transmigration and interaction between material and non-material objects. How does the soul interact with body? Does it die with the body? The classical worldview leaves no room for an afterlife.

To pursue these questions and possibilities, it seems to reason that perception would have to shift away from the classical worldview. By changing perspective, one can change what one is seeing, or rather, what one is observing. Observation changes everything in quantum physics. Objects are waves of possibilities before we observe them.

And seeing is believing. Or is it? As humans, we are only seeing what we think we are seeing. I am reminded of the story of the blind men and the elephant. Perhaps then, like the disagreeing sightless men, the materialist is just not seeing what I am.

Recall the stereogram trend that was all the rage a decade ago? Found anywhere from the mall to street vendor carts, these 3-D posters and prints were everywhere. At first glance, the viewer merely simply sees the colorful artwork as a two dimensional image. However if the viewer, or the observer rather, relaxes and refocuses their eyes in just the right manner, a hidden 3-D image is revealed within the piece. I remember my frustration as folks around me "Oohed" and "Ahhed", talking about a shark or an airplane that was hidden behind the digital dots of color. Then one day on Hollywood Boulevard, a slick street vendor clued me in to "cross my eyes." And there behind the pixel pattern was a tyrannosaurus rex tearing through some trees! Sometimes we do not see what is right in front
of us.

The eye of the philosophic beholder is the constant subject in his own daily quantum physics experiment. As photons of light pass through the double slit of our eyelids, an upside-down image forms on the retina at the back of the eyeball. We are then actually seeing the image upside down or backwards. Perhaps on another level, our perceptions of birth, death, timeand space are also as misconstrued. If we think linearly, birth and death are moments or rather "points" in time. When we observe, we can only see the point and nothing else. We, as the observers are collapsing the Infinite’s wave function into time and space. It seems that time and space are merely two aspects of the same element, like the photon demonstrating both characteristics of wave and particle.

Thinking through my own backwards causation quandary,by “practicing” dying first, as many non-western traditions do, can we move fear of death out the way and make room for then another birth? Perhaps this I why I liked the Seinfeld so much. The show was written from the same backward perspective. Outcome leads us backward toward the causation of the unfolding of the plot.

During the physics course began to think of the possibility of death not being the cessation of life, rather just another aspect of the same cycle. The idea of Cycles began to fascinate me more and more as the semester progressed. I began to experiment with moving from linear thinking to cyclical thought. During this semester my mediation and yoga practice deepened, and my studies in eastern thought and philosophy broadened. I read in my studies that in the mind of God, one “Kalpa”, or one day, is made up of four cycles, called “Yugas”. Each of which marks the end ofone cycle and the beginning of another creation. They are:

The Age of Wisdom/ Satya or Krita Yuga

The Age of Ritual/Treta Yuga

The Age of Doubt/ Dvapara Yuga

The Age of Conflict/ Kali Yuga

The Kali Yuga, the cycle which, according to many, we are living in now, is sometimes referred to as the Dark Age, as human civilization has so degenerated spiritually, people are the furthest as
possible from God. There may be a small silver lining to our position. It is written in the holy text, the
Shiva Purana:

"The end of the Kali Yuga is a particularly favorable period to pursue true knowledge. Some will attain
wisdom in a short time, for the merits acquired in one year during the Treta Age can be obtained in one day in the Kali Yuga."

If this is the case, then perhaps even my own soul will make a quantum leap in understanding the cycle of reincarnation, birth and death. Per the direction of Dr. Goswami, I began to practice death yoga.

Enjoy your savasana-dead man’s pose is easy!

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About renee.reeserzelnick

President of RZ Creative Services, Renee karmically serves the entertainment, fashion and advertising industries as an illustrator / creative consultant and coach. A Bikram yoga devotee, Renee is also breaking a sweat as the founder of thehumanitiesproject.org, a foundation that empowers and rewards youth pursuing conscious creativity in the arts & humanities through college scholarships and services. Cleverly disguised as a grad student getting her Masters degree in Consciousness Studies, Renee has been researching a broad spectrum of subjects such as psi phenomena, healing, Eastern philosophy, quantum science, process theory, creativity and shamanism. Renee is living (if you can call it "living") in Los Angeles with her soul mate, Michel.