Why would someone commit a suicide?
I read an article just now about suicides in India, in Aurstralia. Farmers are killing themselves because they’ve lost their crop due to water levels sinking, droughts, heat waves, killing themselves in a face of falling deeper and deeper into debt.
Why? The article suggested that: "These stories are a reminder that our personal wellness is inextricably linked to global wellness."
What came to me as I read this sentence was that these stories are a reminder that who we are is not what we have. Who we are is not what we do. Who we are is not our financial situation. Who we are is not what we posses, who we are is not what we hold dear and what we love. The land we’ve been farming is not who we are. The companies we’ve created are not who we are. Our families, our countries, are not who we are.
When global warming comes with severe droughts, heat waves and wildlife fires ravaging the country, when the water levels recede turning fields into deserts, we have a choice. We have a choice of how we relate, we have a choice of how we see ourselves, we have a choice of how we see our life. How we relate to it, how we define it.
A farmer can not be a farmer without a farm to farm. God is God with or without a farm. God is God regardless of climate and water levels. God is God regardless of circumstances. God is limitless.
As I read about, and listen to, people talking about what happens on the planet right now, listen to predictions of what might happen in the future, to stories of pain, fear and despair, I can not help but feel that the tremendous change that is happening right now is a great opportunity.
I can not help but feel that it is a great opportunity for a man to lose everything he owns, everything he believes in, all his life’s work, all his possessions, all his money, all his friends, and to realize that he is still here.
Without everything that was his life, without everything that was his reality, everything that was his comfort, his safety, his protection, his support – he is still here. If he chooses to be.
It reminds me of Jill Bolte Taylor, the woman who remained conscious through her stroke, and then the ten years of recovery process. I watched an interview with her recently, she talked about losing completely the sense of being herself as a separate being, an individual, a persona, an ego, as a result of her stroke. She talked about being without language, without concepts, without definitions. Simply being, only experiencing the reality as a pure, endless nirvana. She was gone, the woman, the scientist, the professor, Jill Bolte Taylor, was gone. There was only the experience of bliss.
As I thought about it later I wondered why don’t all stroke survivors report such blissful experiences? Why don’t all of them sit on a couch for years in perfect nirvana? Their brain is affected much as Jill’s was, she says that strokes generally happen in the same area, so why is their experience so different? Why is it so traumatic? Why is it a disaster?
And it occurred to me that it wasn’t only shutting down the part of Jill’s brain that was responsible for her identity that resulted in this amazingly blissful experience. It was her choice to remain present, to remain conscious, to be there.
To be bigger and greater than any structure, any circumstance, any situation she has created throughout her life, or was handed down by her family, her society, and called "I". Bigger and greater than any rules, regulations, believes and systems she might have been taught or created herself, and called "life". Bigger and greater than life itself. Limitless.
She chose to be.
Simply wonderful post pausha,
thanks.
Wish you love, peace and happiness.
Trisha
Thank You Pausha,
On the surface, suicide seems to be a statement of faith. Specifically the lack or loss of it. On the other hand, it may be a statement about being, too. About being other. About being elsewhere. A shortcut. Although the shortcut is likely in vain and a do over inevitible, the desire to be other or elsewhere will likely be fulfilled. Love,
Ed
In some cases, personal pain can take those we love most from us. I should know, I have lost both my cousin and my best friend to suicide in the last year, and they were not separate and apart except for the pain that they endured. A lack of faith, perhaps… but for me it is more important to remember what they stood for and the gifts that they gave than to try and judge what they have done as being separate and apart.
They all still have my prayers and my love, regardless…
Have a blessed evening…
Well as for my own experience trying to suicide sometimes seems like peace from all the frustration!
There were days where i felt i lost everything, I have no future, I have no education, All robbed because it wasnt my fault but anyhow taken. So that kind of thoughts made me feel like life aint worth that much to go on since i had no hope. To many people suicide is a way out of all this pain, hurt etc… though it seems to be wrong!!
Well I wouldnt suggest anyone to do that anymore because life has ups and downs and even though the down time is longer. We never know when it may change.
Sometimes we have to learn it the hard way to realize we have still hope in life. there are opportunities. Just have to hold our hands together till the time comes!!
and I hope for myself that i find a way to get my education, life back which was take years ago!