Death is complete self-transcendence. Contrary to common sense, death is a reunification with infinite love and oneness. The ego self dissolves into nothingness, formless consciousness without any distinctions. It's where we all came down from and will soon return to. This can happen through awakening experiences, or on psychedelics, but for most, at the body's physical death.
That's what religion is actually pointing to with its allegories of Heaven! Heaven is no material place, but the complete absence of self, losing all shape, becoming unlimited in every way/infinite love. You go from the little shape you've identified with to being amorphous again, omnipresent. And by having no identity, you have an infinite identity. That's why sages and mystics always caution against attachment on the spiritual path. See, the root of the word religion ("religiare") translates as "binding back", "join", "or link", to return to your true nature.
That's why Jesus said: "It's as hard for a rich man to get into Heaven as it is for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle." Attachment prevents realizing your total formless identity. BUT, BUT, BUT, physical death ISN'T necessary for it!
THIS dream that you are in RIGHT NOW is ALSO infinite love! Also God! HERE! In fact, there's nowhere to go, it's HERE.
When you're thinking about suicide you're definitely not grounded in the present moment, in what's true, because if you were you would have no need/thought to ctb.
You would be so in love with the beauty and majesty of this present moment... God is right here! Look at your hands, look at the trees, the birds, pure fuckin' Beauty!
Where are you running off to? Where are you gonna go? To see what? THIS is It!
Love is not only something you enter into when you die, but it's also your love for what is HERE! Do you and can you Love THIS!? That's the challenge!
There's no challenge in loving everything when you're dead, that happens automatically, no challenge. The challenge is to learn to love the stuff that is limited and difficult to love, the thorn in your side.
In the end ... ctb is your prerogative as a living being, nobody can ultimately stop you ... you'll do what you want to do, and nobody has a right to tell you what to do.
So all this is not to moralize about ctbing, it's just to point out that the urge to is not a healthy impulse, whenever I had the urge, something was deeply out of whack in my mind at the time.
But, even though we all suffer, for the majority of people who ctb it's mostly their mind playing tricks on them in some way. I'm definitely not immune to it! It's why I signed up here! Over the last year, I definitely felt like I ran out of options for recovery and had strong suicidal thoughts, and there was no way to enjoy life in that state. Nevertheless, it's important to understand that those lows are temporary! The mind will say it'll be like this forever, but it won't! So, personally, I committed to suffering it out no matter what, and it's definitely grown and purified me.
I'm not gonna lie ... some days it's really difficult, I definitely feel like it too from time to time. But see, when you believe that fiction of the mind, when you lose all hope, then you're as good as gone. As long as you maintain at least one avenue of hope, then .... there's always a new possibility you could try tomorrow, a new book, a new technique, brain chemistry resets the next day, etc. ... yes, on some days I do lose all hope, but I try to remind myself that it's just a temporary trick of my mind.
Let's try to appreciate what we've been given here! You've been given this incredible and unique opportunity to be yourself. In the entire universe, you're the only one here who's like you! The game of life is to figure out how to live that in a beautiful way, a way that is harmonious with the whole, to discover your strengths and gifts and the unique contribution that you can make to mankind. It's very very challenging, life is, sometimes to a suicidal point.
In my case, I made a commitment to never physically harm my body, and even to improve it. Anyways ... thanks for reading! You asked for my perspective, and I wrote you an essay, but hey, maybe it'll help someone, or at least made their day a little better, love you all.
