“Once a month, you deserve to die.”  

Bizarre! Is this a curse? Or a wish for good fortune?

Not sure where this came from. Was meditating on the subject of “stillness,” and tracing my awareness of the world around and inside, when these words “arose.”  

Focusing on the words, I heard a door closing somewhere, and felt coolness as the room air conditioner “kicked in” breaking what was a pure silence in my living room where I sat in deep meditation.  

I often get inspired this way, letting things come up from some primordial spot within me. Some connection I believe we all have to an inner self that surfaces only through a dream state or that “waking” state where we  seek communion with a Source I can’t really name.  

Right before the words manifested, I had an image of birds providing food for the entire world. Humans and all types of animals ate for nourishment. The birds knew this was a part of their purpose. That is, to be the prey in our universe. And to accept the fact that some of their species will not die from old age, but to serve, perhaps, a “higher” purpose in their “being.”  

Believe in renewal once a month

We too will die. We all know it. Will we have served a higher purpose or simply fade with aging into a “nothingness?” And what could our purpose be, if, of course, there is no cannibalism or “Soylent_Green” in our future where “we” could be distributed upon death?  

Our chemical forms will offer something to the Earth at some point in the far future. But, I think this thought of death “invaded” my psyche for some other reason. “Once a month, you deserve to die,” could mean a spiritual death. It could lead to a renewal, should we choose, to perhaps becoming “born again” in a spiritual sense, whether it be a Christian, Jew, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist or a New Age practitioner.   

Maybe, we’re given a chance each month to perish metaphysically, only to arise from ashes purified and cleansed from past sins or transgressions, forgiven and made pure from that moment on, should we believe it.  

A new you. A new me. A new world could be waiting for us should we but acknowledge we are in this universe together like a flock of birds who realize their purpose and honor those who fall prey to what might seem early, untimely death so that others might continue their species, their family of birds.  

Once a month, I can start anew.  

To view everything from a perspective grounded in love and compassion. For every one. Including my self.  

Not a bad idea. Try meditating on it a while. Once a month.