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This the ceremony of death.
The grave receives you with love.
Surrender yourself to the Earth.
Return what was loaned to you.
Give up your pleasure, your pains. your friends, your lovers.
Give up your family, your past.
Surrender what you hate, what you desire.
You will know nothingness,
it is the only reality.
Don't be afraid, it's so easy to give.
You're not alone, you have a grave.
It is your first mother.
The grave is the door to your rebirth.
Now you will surrender the faithful animal you once called your body.
Don't try to keep it.
Remember, it was a loan.
Surrender your legs, surrender your sex, your hair, your blood, your organs, your bones.
You no longer want to possess,
possession is the ultimate pain.
The earth falls over your corpse, she came to cover you with love, because she is your true flesh.
Now you are an empty heart, open to receive your true essence.
Your own perfection, your new body, which is the universe, the work of God. You will be born again, you will be real.
You will be your own father, your own mother, your own child, your own perfection.
Open your eyes, you are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence.
Look at the flower,
look at the flower,
for the first time look at the flowers.

Jodorowsky, The Holy Mountain