The hardest part about dying isn’t physical pain, though many certainly do suffer at the end. I don’t know why, Western medicine has a gajillion drugs for this, but I think sometimes it’s hard to get the recipe right.
You definitely don’t have to feel any physical pain when you die, especially if your death is managed.
The hardest part about dying is that when you arrive in spirit you have to deal with who you were when you were here, in a body.
Death isn’t like some sort of egalitarian ascent into a cloudy, soft place where sweet music plays all the time. You are not immediately cleansed of all your transgressions in preparation for an eternity floating around doing nothing.
It’s also not a place where any kind of deity or deity’s henchmen judge you, either. There are no gates, no reckoning with an angry God.
The reckoning that comes is entirely with yourself. And it’s based on how you behaved here.
There is a place for you, for everyone, in the next realm, and it will reflect entirely on the way you lived your life on this planet, in this experience.
I guess I just said the same thing about three times.
Are you kind? Generous? Do you show up when people need help? Do you offer assistance to those who have less than you? Do you use your time and energy in service to others?
Do you pick up trash? Send a couple bucks? Take the time? Sit with an elderly friend? Do you call your mom, say thank you, hold the door?
Do you offer a ride or even your car? Do you let folks know your house is empty in case someone needs a place to stay? Do you give the ticket away when you can’t make it to the show? Do you tip the hard-working gentleman?
If you have enough do you share the extra? If you have a platform do you use it to lift others up?
That kind of stuff.
If you are trying to squeeze every dime out of life, if you are fearful that people will take what you have, if you believe that poverty is a bootstrap problem, if you don’t look around this life wondering where your help is needed, well, you might want to rethink that situation pretty soon.
It’s not that you’re going to have hell to pay, so much as you’re going to actually see and feel the opportunities you had. You’re going to see and feel the way people felt on the receiving end of your stinginess and pettiness.
On the other side of the gossamer veil there is no hiding place.
Materialism means nothing there. Kindness is everything.
The afterlife awaits everyone. There is no entrance fee, every soul enters the condition eventually. What you will find when you get there will be a direct reflection of who you were and how you behaved in this life, every single time the world gave you an opportunity to do the right thing.
That, my friends, for some, is the hardest part about dying.
Live a purpose driven life for others and not for self.