There will come a time when his name will cease to be uttered, when all that will remain are 3 to 5 sentences making up a list of how he was ‘good’, how he was ‘nice’. They will ask: “What type of man was he?” And everyone will echo the same story. However, when you actually take a closer look, these basic adjectives are not an accurate description of how he lived.
This recognition that our life may not be as good as we thought is the moment we can truly start being honest. It is the moment that we will hear distant voices break through asking: “Are we the one who is actually lying there?” And at first this question may seem in jest—but it is based in truth. Because the fun is finished, friends. We have nothing left to be offended by, nothing left to cry over. It is time to grow up. For it is us lying there with our thin bodies, with our perfect moments, with our hungry eyes. And it is time to bury it—right here, right now.
After this funeral there is no need for a wake—there is nothing left to say. The grieving and the sadness are for this recognition of ourselves…of our fate. And don’t think that I am separating myself from this experience…that is the opposite of what I am doing. We are all in this coffin together.
We are the birds circling above full of hot air, suddenly falling from the sky. And we will keep falling if we don’t take the time to examine why. We are the scavenging hyena, taking no responsibility for our actions, reaping the benefits of those before us. What if, instead, we saw ourselves as the lion? We could pay for our sins; we could lead; we could ascend.
As the bird we propel ourselves in and out of each other’s orbits, never assuming (and indeed hoping) that our own image will not be reflected back. However, we are careless. It is at this funeral where we finally make eye contact with ourselves. It is at this funeral where we fall.
Humanity is no longer humane—all of the wars, all of the killing. We destroy our own homes and then think that we are the master of all creatures, the master of existence. And the scary part is that we seem to enjoy this life, we have become numb to it. But now we have come to the end of this inhumaneness.
We need a funeral for humanity: Because we didn’t give the first orphans what they deserved. Because we are the rapers desires. Because we do not show mercy to the starving child. Because there is only you and me, no we. Because we are always in want of more, never grateful for what is in front of us. Because money is a social construct and we are killing ourselves by worshipping it. This is why humanity is dying.
Even though humanity’s current frequency is resonating at a low level, there is still hope. We need to look back to our infancy—we need to hug our innocence. By remembering this pure beginning, we can bring into existence a new human, a new soul, a new society that will shine and sparkle with a new energy.
Directly after this funeral there will be a baptism. A new age is coming whether we are aware of it or not. The invitation has been sent.
Translated by: Nuray Narbay & Kristin Bond
Edited by: Kristin Bond
Aya Sordum 