Meditation for August 2nd, 2016
Grieve Your Own Death
If you’re a real ego-maniac or you absolutely abhor yourself – or if you’re special and share the two together – you may have fantasized about witnessing your own funeral.
You float down from the ether as a spirit and hover over your family and loved ones grieving your loss. They cry and moan. They speak about the good times. They speak highly of you.
The world is a darker place without you in it.
Maybe if you wished you were never born at all, Clarence could earn his wings by showing you the wasteland that is the world without your existence.
Maybe you think there would be relief if you weren’t around. Maybe you picture no one or just your mom at your funeral. She just shrugs her shoulders and says, “It’s for the best they aren’t around anymore.”
Maybe the sun shines a little brighter, the flowers blossom a little bigger and the birds sing a little more beautiful when you aren’t around.
Host your own funeral.
Let everyone know that you need to be the center of attention for four hours.
You will write a short biography and have a chosen person read it out loud.
You will lie on a cot or couch as still as you can.
People will take turns grieving your death.
Ask them to really pretend they will never see you again and speak from the heart.
Listen to your family and loved ones speak about you and how sad they are that they will never see you again. Listen to how they imagine a world without you. Imagine leaving all these people.
Now sit up quickly and yell, “Surprise, bitches! I’m alive!”
Now haunt people. You’re a living ghost.