Iāll never forget someone rocking up to a coaching session with me a few years ago, and reporting in, with the somewhat random observation:
āDāyou know, this is going to sound really odd, but I suddenly realised the other day, I'm no longer afraid of dying!ā
I say āsomewhat randomā, because we hadnāt gone anywhere near the topic, over the course of our time together. This was an accomplished professional whoād come to me, off work with stress & burnout. Weād had a good block of sessions together and theyād made huge stridesāseen lots, had huge shifts and come out the other side of their troublesāand then this: no more fear of death!
āAh, splendid. My work here is done,ā I replied.
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This shrugging-off of the fear of death is not uncommon, when turning to look inwards to our spiritual source⦠and, oh, hang on, lest the Reader Ego Construct š¦ gets its knickers in a twist at the use of that word, letās remind ourselves of the etymology:
Itās that unnameable formless essence that lies at the heart of us again ā what I most frequently refer to as āInnate Healthā, but youāll have your own take. I'm not going to put words in your mouth.
I bring this up, because one of our Premium š Subscribers asked this question for our group call, and I never got round to answering it:
āYears ago, I gave up on organized religion, because so much of it no longer made sense to me, but I guess I am trying to replace that with a philosophy that takes away some of the fear of death. I love being alive and death ends that. Perhaps you could talk about that?ā
What comes next?
Well. I donāt have a huge amount to say on the subject ā because weāre immediately in the realms of āheadcanonā, arenāt we? (i.e. what the Giles Ego Construct š¦ believes, or has been conditioned to believe, which is all just stuff and nonsense at the end of the day.)
Brought up going to church regularly, I too āgave upā on organised religion in my teens, as it āno longer made sense to meāāI became pointedly anti-religion during my Uni daysābut Iād say nowadays, since coming across the 3 Principles, Iām a lot more comfortable with things like religion and āGodā ⦠and yes, death, too.
Not so much because itās āa philosophy that takes away some of the fear of deathā but because itās given me a totally new relationship to my thinking.
And thatās what ādeathā is, isn't it?: A thought about the future, which is unknown. (With āfear of deathā being a fearful thought about the unknown future.)
Time to trot out this one, only because I can't quote it enough:

And that's what our dear subscriber was describing with their question: this fear of the āknownā (i.e. life) coming to an end.
Energy, spirit, soul, whatever
As a doctor, I've certainly been around death. It only happened once or twice during my training, but I have witnessed the moment when someone goes from being alive, to being dead.
It's remarkable how little changes, and yet how much, in that transition.
And I can still remember visiting the hospice after Mum had died. There āsheā was, body just the same as hours previously, and yet it had never been so apparent to me that āMumāāwho she actually was; her energy, spirit, soul, whateverāhad gone.
I felt no real connection to the lifeless flesh that remained. That was not her.
What we are is energy, temporarily housedāand animatingāthis meat suit, like the one that types for you now.
Waves on the ocean
As a scientist, I know that energy can neither be created, nor destroyed. It has to go somewhere. It's like in that fantastic BBC documentary The Secret Life of Waves, where our lives are shown to be just like waves: a transfer of energy from one place to another, crashing on the rocks and transmuting into a different form.
So I feel like I know (believe) that death is not the end, per se, just different.
Still energy⦠just no longer contained by the carbon-based atoms and molecules of a human body.
Awareness of experience
The one constant to our existence that I feel like I can state with any degree of certainty is awareness itself. (āI Amā, āPure consciousnessā, or āBeing aware of being awareā.)
And who's to know whether that sense of awareness persists, after death?
I've not gone down the rabbit hole of exploring reports of NDEs (near death experiences) because I've never really felt the need, but from what I've read, they do seem quite consistent, in terms of consciousness being outside the physical form⦠which gels with my increasing suspicions that the mind doesn't generate consciousness, it receives it.
As for āwhoā might be experiencing that, after dying⦠well I don't think it's going to be āGilesā because as far as I can tell, ego (i.e. the sense of a separate self) is just a creation of the mind ā an explanation it's come up with for the experiences being felt, while constrained to this local wave-on-the-ocean of a human body.
Logically, to me at least, energy no longer constrained to that physical form wouldn't retain, or require that illusory identity, I'm guessing. (I dunno ā I'm making it up as I go along.)
Oneness
The spontaneous āenlightenmentā experience that Sydney Banks describes having in many of his talks (most notably āThe Experienceā from the Long Beach Lectures) has a lot in common with NDEs: a tunnel-like sensation, bright white light, profound peace, a feeling of arriving āhomeā, a loss of fear, and a deep understanding of the nature of things.
Which may well be what remains, when we remove all the literal trappings of this meat suit we temporarily inhabit. No body, no sense of self, no material world, just one, singular energy.
The closest I ever got to this, was my own āwaking upā experience, standing in the doorway of my daughter's bedroom, when all thought temporarily dropped away, leaving me in a state of I-don't-know-what.
In a series of posts I wrote about that whole experience, from its beginning, I described it like this:
My mind went silentāa level of silence I didn't even know was possibleāand the hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
Time ceased to be a thing and to this day I have no idea how long I stood there, gawping, silently, with a feeling of total emptiness and expansivenessāas if I were transparentālooking down at my daughter picking up bits of Duplo and continuing to build her tower.
Into that space came the strongest feeling of love for my daughter I'd experienced since the day I first held her in my arms. I felt so connected, so at one with her, and in a flashāwithout effortāI instantly saw the entire scenario from her perspective.
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A few days later, āIā (i.e. the version of āGilesā I'd been inhabiting for 46 years) died up on stage, in another somewhat profound experience.
Fear of death
Circling back to our original questionāhow to take away some of the fear of deathāit seems to me, to be in part down to:
- Seeing that the āfearā component is made of thought, and
- Getting comfortable with your own headcanon version of death (i.e. what remains when we take the carbon-based life-form out of the equation)
I've shared mine, above, and I have to say, none of it sounds like much to be afraid of ā in fact, I'm rather looking forward to it!
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To our dear, inquisitive Premium š Subscriber who brought this question to the group call, I would say that I too ālove being aliveā ā in this form.
The fact that āthis too shall passā and I don't get to choose when (or how), is all the more reason for me to show up each day and write these Daily Reminders, push this meat suit to its limits, and share the experiences available on beautiful planet earth with the other localised clusters of energy I call my friends and family.
If I can combine all three, all the better!
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Giles
p.s. Another great comfort for those experiencing grief, or a fear of death is the book Walking Each Other Home: Conversations on Loving and Dying by Ram Dass & Mirabai Bush.
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A Syd Banks joke about death.

