If ‘healing’ postpones your final dismantling by a few months or decades, it’s good, but it’s not that good.
Of course it is good: if someone dies aged 5 or 15 or 25, we feel very differently than if they’re tipped out of the wheelbarrow at 65 or 85 or 105. Putting back the evil day is an extremely good thing.
I prefer to think, though, that the real blessing of getting physically healed (especially, nearly dying and getting a let off) is what you go on to think and do. If you think wonderful, I’m back to my indestructible self, that’s the wrong lesson.
The right lesson is that now you’ve been awakened to the reality of your upcoming mortality, you can do something about it.
- Say everything good that needs saying to your loved ones
- Make peace with your enemies
- Get your affairs in order
- Sort out the God-and-eternity business in your head and your soul
- Gratefully relish each ‘bright blessed day’, and ‘dark sacred night’.
Do that, and you can walk hereafter with a lovely light tread on the earth, enjoying it absolutely more than ever and determinedly not getting your feet stuck in muddy glops of anger, fury, malice, bitterness, vengefulness or cynicism.