How great it is to feel safe! I was travelling last Thursday from Yako to Ouaga. When I saw the minibus arrive I was not afraid at first. The problem of fear 'arose' approximately twenty minutes after when we stopped to let in 'hitch-hikers'. We were asked to make room for people in an 'already full' minibus. True to speak I was afraid because I was far from a window. I was making efforts to breathe. It was hot and I was nearly suffocating. But my greatest worry was this: What if we had an accident! There would have been many casualties.
I was seriously afraid. I said to myself:'It should not be'.
I then started to pray. I was praying the Holy Rosary, asking for the Blessed Virgin Mary to pray for me. My fear vanished as I was praying. We arrived safe(...)
On the way back to Yako I missed three cars because all were full. Fortunately for me, there was a fourth one and in it there was room for me. So I was able to come back the very same day. We moved late, precisely at 6.47 pm local time. We took nearly an hour to leave Ouaga because of the traffic lights and because of the heaviness of the traffic. We had a three-hour journey for a journey that takes usually an hour and fifteen. We saw people in uniform running on the road and we were asking each other if they were policemen or army men. When we went out of Ouaga the bus driver switched off the lights in the car and we were faced to 'darkness'. But whenever he stopped to let a passenger out, he would then switch on the lights and after he moved, he would switch them off again. We had darkness and silence to meditate. Except for the 'silent' noise from the bus motor and for casual conversations, everything was silent and dark. We could hear the noise made by mosquitoes. These insects are dangerous...
We drove safely to Yako. The 'interior' of the car was dark when we were driving as I mentioned earlier. The night seemed heavy, uncertain and open to communication with God. But I was not drawn to prayer as I was in the morning. I was in another mood. The fear was still present. And what seemed even bizarre is that I did not try to fight it. I was simply acknowledging it and trying to dream for a short moment. But it was impossible. The speed at which the bus was moving, the fresh air that came from time to time into the car through the open windows...all this was so real. We were still on the road after an hour's journey and my neighbour to whom I was talking when we started the journey was asleep. From time to time, the fear would emerge and then vanish.
Was it possible for me to live a wasted life? Was it possible for me to encounter or better to face death at that very moment? Being struck or mown by surprise? I therefore concluded, as for me only, that I have to get ready for death, that I have to find by all means necessary the way, not to escape death which would be utter foolishness but to go through it succesfully.
Personally I think that 'fear of death' is not peculiar to me only. Everyone has it to some degree. When you are trying to kill a snake moving towards you is it not because you are afraid it can or will bite you to death? When you run away from a car speeding up in your direction is it not because you can die if it hits you? When you slip from the top of a high tree and still try to cling to the most fragile leaf is it not because you want to breathe a few more seconds? Suppose that by the most unlikely accident you are in the middle of a river and you cannot swim. You will struggle to keep your head out of the water as long as possible. Yes???
Suppose at the very moment a snake is swimming across that same river and you see it. Will you not try to cling to its tail? No???
Why do people shout heavily when falling down from high? From a plane in trouble far above the ground? From the roof of a six-metre high building, not to mention skyscrapers? Really???
Is fear an illusion? A creation of psychologically restless or insane people? Lightning, diseases, loneliness, darkness, spiders, water, great spaces, height, knives, etc
All these and many others are surely causes of great fear for many a man.
Some will name this fear 'phobia'.
No matter the name you will give to that fear, the name will not wipe away the fear.
I suppose you follow. Good! I have to say this: that fear is a great one. Have you ever got a fear so great that as you lie down you think through the night and speculate endlessly? (...)
Death is a reality. The thought of it influences your life, whether you like it or no (...)
Depending on your viewpoint, it may be a normal process with no consequence, an important event with undeniable consequences in the afterlife or anything else. As a catholic, I will simply put on this blog various information pertaining to my faith. This blog will be devoted to what has come to be known as the Four Last Things: Death-Judgement-Heaven-Hell. I will provide as much evidence as available to me and provide links to external websites when necessary or useful. Anyone is invited to have a look at it first before reacting to its contents(...)