One thing we humans fear the most is fear. Our desolations distinguish our statuses, achievements, and happiness. They dissolve all things we think we are—our mind and body. Talking about death is like pricking needles onto a delicate baby. It scars us, wounds us, indeed, because death is what we value the most. 

As humans living in a limited three-dimensional world, infinity is difficult to comprehend. Space, realms, aliens, and any living, breathing things outside of our vision are nonexistent. Masters and ascended people will tell you differently, but we still choose not to listen.

Our limitations are self-imposing. We believe that we live in a scarce plane and have finite resources. But get this. If we have been telling ourselves that version of the story, then can we tell ourselves a new story? One without our demise, catastrophe, and hell? I am with the latter. Every day, I tell myself that there are other versions of realities. 

So, let’s talk about death, fears, and limitations. But when you do, don’t let yourself be swayed by the drama. 

Detach. 

Take that walk in nature. 

Breathe in and breathe out. 

Let go. 

Slowly, you will find a window to a new reality, one that perfectly fits you and your purpose.