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[...] Vitality such as this knows no barriers, no deaths, and no endings. [...]

(Rachel had been discussing the death of her cat and how upset she had been feeling.)

[...] He also told us about Jesus predicting his own death and resurrection several times in Matthew, Mark and Luke, and of the resulting uncertainty and misunderstanding of the disciples. [...]

[...] You know that such a tree bark would be death to the tree. [...]

[...] You have forced it into anxiety so that it overcompensates trying to protect you, and ends up half choking you to death.

[...] Jane’s father is still in danger of losing his life violently, but if he survives the next five years he will die a natural death, before 70 I believe. [...]

[...] The realization is usually put in reincarnational terms, so that the self is seen as traveling through the centuries, moving through doors of death and life into other times and places.

[...] Now the Roman soldier and Nebene and the woman went their separate ways after death, colon: They contributed to the world as it existed, in those terms, and then followed their own lines of development, elsewhere, in other realities. [...]

[...] Replying to all of those who have asked: So far I haven’t had the time to do more than short essays on art, Seth, the fairly recent deaths of my parents, and a few other topics for Through My Eyes. Certainly I won’t be able to work steadily on the project until Volume 2 of “Unknown” Reality is ready for publication.

[...] They bought the “new” house, however, and it remained in the family until 1972 — a year after my father’s death, a year before my mother was to die.

4. In his Preface, Seth discusses the relationship between my mother’s death and his beginning “Unknown” Reality; in sessions 679–80, some of my mother’s probable lives; and in Session 683, my contacts with her in the dream state. [...]

[...] His illness brought up a million questions about the nature of illness and death, age, and so forth, backed up by your society’s negative beliefs, so you tried harder not to think of your friend Leonard, and of course you couldn’t relax. [...]

[...] A note added after Jane’s death in 1984: she worked upon her most interesting autobiography, From This Rich Bed, periodically over the years, but never did finish it. [...]

[...] Don’t be so anxious to throw your individuality back into their faces, saying, ‘I’m sick to death of myself and of my individuality; it burdens me.’ Even one squirrel’s consciousness, suddenly thrown into the body of another of its kind, would feel a sense of loss, encounter a strangeness, and know in the sacredness of its being that something was wrong. [...]

[...] It is explosive yet filled with order; it becomes so filled with itself that it explodes in the same way that a flower bursts; the same principle is acting in a hurricane or a flood or a murder or the creation of a poem, or the formation of a dream; in the birth and death of individuals and nations. We instinctively know that disasters mimic the birth and death of cells within our bodies—we instinctively know that all life survives death, that death is the bursting of life into new forms, hence our fascination with accidents and fires. [...]

1. See the 639th session in Chapter Ten for material on the life and death of our cat, Rooney. [...]

[...] We watched In Search Of, and I read to Jane the short newspaper article about the death of Newell Mullin, who is Sue Watkins’ father. [...]

[...] Death does not exist in those terms. [...]

[...] Within the framework of physical reality, then, granting the necessity for death, the body has renewing qualities that come to it from Framework 2. The cells of your body are immersed in Framework 2’s reality. [...]

[...] I will tell you that the god in the depths of your subconscious mind is a capricious god who brings death and desolation without warning; who is unforgiving, who is indeed in doubt [sic] (endowed?) with male characteristics highly in character. [...]

(We tried several locations without success, finally standing at a table close to the death scene, a doorway. [...]

[...] There are many reasons, and all highly individual reasons, why various people choose different methods of death. [...]

[...] In the terms that are usually used, perfection would be death and annihilation, for it presupposes an end beyond which no progress is possible. [...]

[...] You simply do not realize what you are now, and as I’ve said before, when you ask me questions about life after death, you automatically transpose, if you will all forgive me, this lack of knowledge into the next realm and therefore, sometimes I am at a loss to answer your questions. [...]

You are supported, never abandoned, and always couched lovingly in the great yet intimate presence of All That Is, whose love forms your breath, your life, your death, as in which the unknown divinity is always blessed and ever known.