The only way out of this is through expansion, as Lucy McIver points out in Pendle Hill pamphlet #340, which I discovered last night at the local Quaker meeting. It waited patiently in the "free" pile, which is next to the "lost and found" pile, and the only reason I now have the pamphlet is because I spotted my gloves, which I did not know I had lost.
"We fear the place after death," McIver writes, in her essay, A Song of Death, Our Spiritual Birth: A Quaker Way of Dying. "We forget to ask what was before birth. And failing to approach those unknowns, we generally limit our perceptions of how full and powerful life can be. Our awareness can be expanded, however, as we worshipfully gather with others in these sacred events."