Message after death.

José Miguel Fernández NápolesFollow

Jun 15, 20223 min de lectura

I know that you are now amazed and curious about this message that you are going to see and hear in the funeral home, and that Alina has followed my instructions to the letter, so she will also upload it to my YouTube channel, my Facebook page and to the Twitter flying bird. I don't think it will go viral, because I won't be famous even after I'm dead, and only those who have to see it will see it.

When you are looking and listening, it will be something overwhelming and surely more than one will feel uneasy. Who have come to my funeral, perhaps my close relatives, my friends. Some other relative of a friend? Well , surely this is how it should be and not otherwise, and each person who listens to me has a reason that they do not know, but there are no coincidences.

What is in that coffin is a very valuable suit that I used for many years, and that I designed especially for this trip. With it I could smell the wet grass when I was a child, the aroma of geraniums and the neck of the woman I loved, I could taste the sweetness of a guava, feel the caress of the blankets in winter, the drops of water sliding down the skin wet.

A suit that I took great care of and learned to mend with healthy emotions, which I took to wash with dew from the mountain and the sound of the waterfall. And the music of the wind in the top of the pines, many times tuned. Do you realize that your suit is used to give hugs and laugh lying on the grass face up? Are you aware that you can experience compassion, kindness and tenderness with him?

I don't want to overwhelm too much with sermons and ideas that at this point don't even have a material body to back them up, and maybe you want to know where the joy of living in my last years came from. Do you really want me to tell you or to go with me to another plane, where I can no longer speak to you?

The joy of living is different from laughter, which by the way is very good, different from the pleasant feeling of achieving something, from the tingling in the body for some achievement. It has nothing to do with sexual experiences, with caressing the tiny foot of a grandchild. The joy of living is an application that is downloaded in silence, in the magic of mindfulness.

It is lighting a candle in the dark and making the fear of living vanish, the fear that your little self has, of not being perfect. The joy of living comes from recognizing that there is an intelligence that you do not have access to, that is not logical from the limited perspective of being in that suit that I have told you about.

I will not be long in the abundance of nothingness, in the subtle essence of the wonderful being that we are, so I will come again soon to meet another family, to cradle myself in the arms of another mother. I will come soon to learn a language, to fall and get up learning to walk. Be alert, I will come soon to continue loving.