If people were truly convinced that death was mere unconsciousness like dreamless sleep, there would be nothing to fear. Adults haven't been afraid of going to sleep since they were very little, if at all. I don't mean afraid of a dark room, a closet, etc., I mean afraid of going to sleep.
My contention is that we have a fear of death because we don't know what the experience might bring. We have an unconscious, unarticulted but very real intuition that death may bring a condition that is very unpleasant. I'm not talking about mythic Christian Hell either although there are plenty of people who have consciously rejected the notion but unconsciously their early childhood programming still haunts them.
I'll offer by way of personal experience a parallel to what I'm saying. When I was a little boy and I vomited, I became terrified by the strong contractions of my diaphram, by the hot organic liquid that was filling my esophagus, by uncontrollable spasms. It was bad enough that I was vomiting (my mother forcing my neck down so I wouldn't puke on her clean floor didn't help either), but terror accompanied this experience. Why? Because those things that I mentioned brought my four year old mind back to the birth canal where something similar but more complete was going on. I'm a Grofian in many regards. When I relived my birth experience at the age of 19 years, 360 days, I experienced mortal terror and ecstatic polymorphous sexuality at the same time - Thanatos and Eros in a death-life struggle. The pleasure offsetting the crushing suffocation and terror. Fixation in this stage of the struggle is behind sado-masochism, bondage, the way people choose to suicide and many other dynamics.
Anyway, in the way that vomiting threw my mind back to the birth trauma, I came away from my Big Trip fearing death AS the birth trauma. I came to realize that my psychotic experience and loss of personal identity in the revivfication of the birth trauma was what metempsychosis was - transmigration, reincarnation, call it what you like. Death led to another birth experience, which was hellish enough. That belief fueled some serious spiritual and moral rebirth for years to come.
I'm no longer convinced that rebirth is what my death will bring. I have petty concerns about what to do with my earthly belongings if my Lady predeceases me, and some concern about what is to be done with my body. I don't have a burial plot, I have childish trepidations about being burned in a crematoria (I've had a tour of the device), I'm not certain that I still want to go to medical school - as a cadavre, or give up usable parts and be incinerated. I can't have a sky burial since I'm not a Native American, and I can't be hacked up and thrown to vultures like they did in Tibet. I am working towards Realization of a mystical sense of who and what I am. I am also acquainting myself with the stages of dissolution as described by the Tibetan Book of the Dead. I am comforted by Knowing what is going on during intense times (like having cataract surgery and having first 'happened' to have seen it done on PBS, so I knew when they were cutting my eyeball, macerating the lens, vacuuming it out, etc., and I witnessed with 'Knowing,' lending calmness to the process).
Longevity is a blessing in this because only a small percentage of octagenarians (80+) fear death. Fear and sexual desire - my companions in the birth canal, with sexual sensations urging my entirely genitalized baby-body onward to the light. With death, if one is advanced in age enough, the fear factor seems to diminish somewhat proportionately to the sex factor. One should have spent sufficient time in one's life making the shift, the born-again leap to another Center of identity besides the embodied ego (which perishes). One needs to watch one's whole death drama with calm Compassion, with curiosity - despite any pain because a big part of pain is attendant anxiety, and with calm Compassion supplanting fear, pain should become less and less disturbing. Let us see if all this striving towards the light has its metaphysical correlate to our physical birth. Finally, death in nothing more than an expiration that is not followed by an inspiration.
-------------------- γνῶθι σαὐτόν - Gnothi Seauton - Know Thyself
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