One could begin this zoetic message in any number of ways. Let us pick one.
On every ones mind not just in our own home, yet in millions of homes about the globe is the tortuous story of a mad autocratic man and his henchmen of oligarchs and lackeys who have created hell on earth recently. By all accounts the carnage will continue into the unforeseeable future, whether we care or not. The end result for many will be their experience of the end of life, death.
Have you had an ethical dilemma lately? The world does. The dictator calling the shots for the Russian Armed Forces is calling the shots. This message is not about the crazed mindless acts of the death makers, but more a conversation of what do we do with our own body, or other remains, when someone leaves the spiritual earth plane for a broader and a more enlightened life. Given the moronic acts of war mongers, it is an attractive choice.
Have you thought this through yet? Care to comment? I really want to know what you think, as it may in someway formulate my thinking on the matter, specifically carding for a corpse one’s decease. I am trusting this is an open invitation to decide what is best for ourselves, our loved ones, and of course for Mother Earth, Miss Gaia, as we fondly call her, a part of us we are willing to openly share in discourse.
I identify myself as an architect, and yes you know I have written that previously. I further identify as an “earth” architect. See scarmack.com. I do no not commute to Mercury, Venus, Mars or the moon to work. Rightly or wrongly, space is cool, but just like war the priorities of space travel are so trivial as we roll ourselves into decades and centuries of an over heating dying planet. I work as an earth architect over my decades of architectural tasks to help stop wrong choices being made in the built environment with the resultant upper atmosphere, land use and under water implications.
I once called for a test of a ceiling plenum existing material in a school building renovation for the contractor to have analyzed in a lab. The construction manager was just about ready to cover up the black mess. The lab report came back saying the specimen was the worst mold on earth known to man. The 16,000 square feet of space was remediated. Countless seven year olds were thus protected from inhaling in their tiny lungs such a toxic substance. That is the kind of unseen labor an earth architect performs, without press or publication.
What would have happened if youngsters had succumbed to poisonous gulps of air? There bodies may have been autopsied somewhere along the road. And how about their corpses?
Let us pause a minute and come to union with the young children in Ukraine and Syria and Yemen and China and God knows where else. May we listen?
Across The Calm Waters of Heaven Amhed Alabama.
I thought there exist three choices of burial available to us at end of life: Embalming, Cremation or Composting. However, as basic as these three types are, there are a couple dozen options, not only the above or below ground customary methods.
I want focus on just one. Call it Promession:
Promession is an eco-friendly burial method. The body is transformed into a fertiliser, like cow dung?, by being frozen in liquid nitrogen and turned into a powder. This helps plant life grow by spreading it into the soil which eventually deteriorates into compost. Leaving your family with wonderful tomatoes comes spring.
Bare with me as I designate this my “Lenten Practice” for forty days. No need to lose any weight, to quit drinking soda or liquor, stop consuming sweets or smokes, nor meditate every day for 40 days. For a change I need do something that is enlightening, holds promise to realize an end to this life, into an eternal calling, by a design of a plan, a strategy, a direction for my offspring to implement once the life force exits, then the demise of the body begins.
Human composting is the gentle transformation of a human body into soil. Recompose places each body into a stainless steel vessel along with wood chips, alfalfa, and straw. Microbes that naturally occur on the plant material and on and in our bodies power the transformation into soil.1
Genesis 3:19 Sums up the whole process very well in one small stanza:
By the sweat of your brow you shall eat bread, until you return to the ground, from which you were taken; For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
The Godmother lay radiant in her coffin, she was embalmed, or we might say mummified. This tradition isn’t for me personally, although there is certainly nothing wrong with this choice. I’m not so keen on cremation either, but it is an option. I hope to study the issue in depth rest of the Lenten days and have an amended will for my offspring to use. I reckon they could use this Zoetic message in a pinch. Go for it kids.
A Zoetic Message
Obviously, life is full of choices. At the very end we can have prepared to make a choice for our entry into eternity. Being the average gardener, toiling in the soil, adding seeds for sprouts for a harvest, then to capture the waste and compost, each year after year, just appears to be in the natural order of things. So too, that’s our human bodies want, what do we do, why do we do it, where do we go, when do we blossom again, on earth and in heaven?
Your thoughts are requested. I lean toward promession, however as stated above your persuasive inputs are worthy for conversation.
https://recompose.life › our-model
Very thought-provoking, Dad. Your offspring appreciate this consideration. This makes me think of Brady’s tree in the backyard and the nourishment he continues to give. Also how you can visit the tree and feel closer to him.
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2022/12/05/opinion/human-composting-new-york.html?smid=url-share
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