A man can be born again.
Physically, it is possible. Matter that forms our body never gets destroyed. We live even after death. Spiritually, yes, in all ways.
I am told that I appease my fear of death by telling myself that I will never die. If I will never die, how would I take birth again? If I know I will never die, why should I be afraid of death?
It sounds irritating; when people, to console others, say that the loved one after death go to somewhere better. I don’t believe it. They are in those waters in which we let their ashes go, beneath the earth where we bury them. They are here.
However, I wish to go deeper into it. I am obsessed with this theory of rebirth.
Here’s something which is more about rebirth during a lifetime.
“In Carl Jung’s psychology, metanoia indicates a spontaneous attempt of the psyche to heal itself of unbearable conflict by melting down and then being reborn in a more adaptive form. Jung believed that psychotic episodes in particular could be understood as existential crises which were sometimes attempts at self-reparation. Jung’s concept of metanoia influenced R. D. Laing and the therapeutic community movement which aimed, ideally, to support people whilst they broke down and went through spontaneous healing, rather than thwarting such efforts at self-repair by strengthening their existing character defences and thereby maintaining the underlying conflict.”
I am so obsessed.
I am confused. But I know how to be happy. Lol.