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Written on June 24, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Changes: the end of the old and the birth of the new.

Death means parting, the great letting go, the end. It then also prepares the way for the new, for that which is to come. However, the card itself first presents us with the end. This can be positive when it relates to a long wished for, liberating ending, yet it is also natural that we have our most painful experiences with the theme of this card. In contrast to the 10 of Swords, which indicates the random and thereby premature ending, this card always stands for the natural end. This means that it is time to let go of something. The Death card is unjustly one of the most feared. The eternal embellishers, who do not understand it, read the card only to be the proclamation of something new and want to deny us the deep experience of parting and the related life-accepting experiences. “We have separated living from dying and the interval between them is fear” says Krishnamurti, and: “You cannot live without dying.”

One of the reasons Death is feared is because we have lost and are still losing touch with our natural place in the order of things.

The Grim Reaper is an abiding image from a bygone age. Urban life with its myriad palliatives and distractions removes us from seeing Death as part of the great cycle of existence, an inevitability to be celebrated. The Hindu Goddess Kali, Goddess of fertility, death and regeneration, is also known as the Mother of All Compassion, yet we view Death not as bringing the kindness of release, the grand fulfillment of our final destiny, but as our sudden product unavailability, the body, having passed its sell-by date, removed from the supermarket shelves.

Yet, urbanisation is accelerating. As Bob told me the other night, in Africa, 67% of people currently live in rural areas and the rest in cities, but in 20 years the ratio will be reversed and 67% will live in cities. The mechanisation and rationalisation of society, and the promotion of the concept of the “global market” has brought such alienation from our origins, where we had a context for Death and could make the comparison with harvested corn. As we in the “developed world” start to despair at the conseqences of the industrial revolution, soon that concept of the world being a place run for profit will die, as all things do, and be replaced by the long lasting legacy of this brief, insane phase of short-sighted consumption, the “global desert”.

My favourite Death has to be that wonderful comic character drawn by Terry Pratchett. I read little comedy fiction these days, restricting myself by necessity to the gatefold sleeves of 1970s LPs, but I have read several of these books on various jaunts and they have the rare gift of causing me to laugh aloud and grin stupidly on trains and aeroplanes, and then I imagine myself living in the fantasy world that Mr P. summons up so enduringly, speaking portentously, and holding conversations with inanimate objects.

Death isn’t on line. If he was, there would be a sudden drop in the death rate. Although it’d be interesting to see if he’d post things like: DON’T YOU THINK I SOUND LIKE JAMES EARL JONES? – Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett

If you ever hear a tall hooded chap speaking in CAPITALS and carrying a scythe, don’t panic. Death is not so bad, he’s actually quite a fun guy. He has his own songs, and he likes cats.

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