WITCH DANCE

WITCH DANCE

WITCH DANCE

An advertisement on life insurance that a certain insurance company sells circulates on television. This ad annoys me a lot, because it reflects the hypocrisy of our society towards Death. It explains clearly what life insurance is for and when it is applied (usually when the person who hires it dies). The characteristic of this announcement is that the word "death" and derivatives appears censored so that, when the narrator goes to say them for obvious needs, appear cartoon singing.

It may seem innocent and may even detract from it if the narrator said "... someday we will all die." But the fact is that in our supertecnificado form of life, the death does not have to be named.

Death and the related thing is censured, it is avoided to speak of it because it causes discomfort. I will not deny that the death of a loved one is something devastating (although the passage of time ends up softening it). But to try to deny one's own mortality, to try to erase death from a stroke in the bosom of a society is somewhat counterproductive and even dangerous to our psyche.

Nowadays people usually die in the aseptic hospital room. Families are alone in carrying out that bitter drink that is the death of a loved one; tears are hidden "so as not to appear weak," weeping is suppressed in the false idea of ​​"being strong to others." Everything is makeup and camouflage, burial is done as quickly as possible and in the most hermetic intimacy. The pain is no longer shared with those closest to make it more bearable. And show a glimmer of reconciliation with death in the form of a certain joy at the cessation of suffering (especially if death has been after a long battle against cancer) or when remembering some gracieta of the deceased gives us a laugh, is seen as disloyalty to the dead ("one must be sad and suffer obligatorily" is what is expected of all).

Society, in its eagerness to get rid of Death, has lost the strategies necessary to to face it without this entailing a pathological duel (that which lasts more than two years and prolongs in a life full of sharp memories like knives).

It is well known the legend of Gilgamesh, that fierce Sumerian warrior who was traumatized and horrified by the sight of a worm emerging from the corpse of his friend, the once invincible warrior and envoy of the gods, Enkidu. There are many current Gilgameshs out there, trying to extend human life beyond the biologically possible to try to defeat the most terrible enemy of the all-powerful human being: Death.

The Bushido (the Japanese samurai cavalry code) commended its own ever-present death in order to appreciate more of its existence and prepare for a decent death. Is not it paradoxical ?. Think of death to realize the brevity of life and consequently get as much juice as possible. Many terminally ill, conscious of their imminent end, can give us all a good ration of wisdom about it.

Death is something far away because it is repressed, as in the advertisement. We mistakenly believe that we have eternity ahead and then existence becomes empty of content.

I remember a program where two people, separated by a screen, told the camera their illusions in life. One of the people was a cancer patient, but the other person did not know. The healthy person started talking about trips, cars, money ...
The sick person started talking about sunsets, hugs, sharing the last moments with someone special, with the miracle of healing ... and it was then that the other person (excited, by the way) realized that travel, cars and money were not worth, deep down, a shit.

Imagine for a moment the environmental collapse that would occur without death: ethereal beings in a planet of finite resources.

If today we live an average of 75 years and most of us live "like zombies", automatically ... imagine with an eternity ahead .

Laughter can be an extraordinary escape valve to catalyze and channel pain. Laughter moves very powerful healing energies, which can be useful to us to elaborate our process of mourning and to avoid that the pain is enquiste forever in our psyche. There is nothing dishonorable in laughing when, in the middle of the funeral, we remember the grandmother's face without her false teeth. Let's decide to live by throwing juice to life. If it is true that they see us from the other side of the Siege, is not that the best homage we can give them? Will the unnecessary self-mortification will bring them back from the grave?

To give way to the new, for there to be a renewal, the old must die. generations; procreation renews the DNA of individuals.
Old patterns of behavior and / or thinking that once worked for us, but which now only hinder our personal development must die to give way to other ways of thinking that allow us adapt and grow in that new stage in our life.
King Oak and King Holly die and take turns in the Wheel of the Year, just as Aitchina dies at the beginning of winter and reborn in the spring.

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