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Added 2025-07-30 16:00:09 +0000 UTCA few days ago, I learned about the death of one of the most renowned nude photographers — David Dubnitskiy. He was around fifty and died in a car accident. I didn’t know him personally, and I wasn’t a devoted admirer of his work, but the news unsettled me. It made me sad. And it also stirred up a new wave of thoughts about death.
Since the beginning of the full-scale war, I’ve been thinking about death a lot. I’ve tried to understand it, accept it, make peace with it — even love it, as something inseparable from life. We come into this world to slowly die. And somewhere along the way, I became more at peace with that. More accepting. But the fear of what’s after — the emptiness, the not-knowing, the non-existence — still lives in me. It doesn’t go away.
Not long ago, I started watching Alice in Borderland — a Korean series, dark and bloody, full of survival games (kind of like Squid Game, but with a different meaning). Halfway through the first season, I started to sense what this place was, what it meant. And strangely — I don’t know why — but it felt… plausible. Like what’s shown there could actually be real. Like that could be what happens in the space between life and death.
I want to believe that. Because that idea gave me a strange kind of comfort — a bit of joy, even, around the idea of death. As if the end isn’t really the end. And somewhere between life and death — or almost death — there’s a world that’s not so different from this one.
Maybe I’m just deeply attached to this world. To its details. To smells, to faces, to moments. Maybe that’s why the idea of “heaven” doesn’t feel alive to me — because maybe it doesn’t have the Kyiv botanical garden in spring, or the Adraga beach in Portugal, or the random person I see every day on the metro.
My love for the earthly is so deep that I sometimes think even heaven wouldn’t feel like heaven… without churros and vanilla ice cream.
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Beautiful reflections 🖤🫂🔥
Matthew Martin
2025-08-03 23:28:09 +0000 UTCSome say that a form of life continues beyond death, others say it must not. Some say that nobody alive can know for sure. But for those humans who have lived an extraordinary life based on the kind of high level awareness that 99.9999% of humans cannot relate to, their knowing of what takes place between lifetimes is unanimous. These avatars explain the soul, our essence leaving this body and traveling back to the realm of existence between incarnations. Of lessons learned and a time of remembering and connecting with the groups of beings we evolve alongside between lifetimes. This is not a scary experience, but a rejoicing. This is the true family and homecoming, but many of us never see that coming before the often scary moment of death. It’s easy to push these stories aside as anecdotes of crazy mystics, but that ignorance is based on the fact that our lower minds cannot grasp what the enlightened few know firsthand. We too can know this truth, if we so choose a life of such depth. Most of us won’t, it’s not an easy path. But we can seek refuge in the fact that those who have bring such welcome stories and not the opposite.
Sendrock
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