That's fine. You can leave it as is. You don't have to lie about your feelings. Please write anything honestly on hasunoha.
Buddhism is a religion of wisdom. Faith without wisdom is not Buddhist faith. In other words, forcibly believing “there is” something that you don't know whether it “exists” or “doesn't exist” is not Buddhist religion.
Faith with wisdom means clearing up doubts, and being made to nod here and now, saying, “That was exactly the case.”
It's hard to believe why people say things after death that they don't even understand like they've seen it. That's fine. Me too.
However, it is also a history where people are forced to think about what comes after death.
However, no matter how hard we try, the only thing we can understand is about me right now.
Does the deceased have memories or not, can they meet again or not, does Amida exist or not, does the Pure Land exist or not, is the deceased lost or suffering somewhere or not... is there nothing after death
It's all living people, in other words, what you think. It's not what the dead do.
The deceased is simply questioning you through the fact of the end of their lives.
That's when I notice it.
Beyond whether there are dead people or not, or whether there is a Pure Land or not, there are people who have passed away without leaving me as a “function” that makes me notice who I am now. There is a teaching that explains it.
This is not an afterlife story. “I don't know” after death. It is “me” who makes various assumptions about things that should not be understood. What makes me do that is the “deceased.” If so, the “deceased” is “here” now, not after death... How do you “exist”?
I can only confirm the person who died “for me.”
For me, the dead are beings that awaken me to who I am. And its presence conveys the teachings of the Pure Land to me. The teachings of the Pure Land after death (which seem like) are saving me now.
The division between existence and absence, death and life is all my imagination. I was lost in my imagination.
The deceased and teachings that work beyond presence and absence resonate with me like that as a voiceless voice.
What does a dead person look like to you? Let's check it out slowly.