This Inspiring Dream I just had regarding the Art of Living and Dying

There’s this Old Wise Man, almost certainly of Native American/Amerindian descent, and he’s around a fire outdoors, in the night with these other I think two men, and I think they were white men (perhaps anthropologists?) and they are having a conversation and the Old Wise Man is the one talking at the time, and his mortal form suddenly expires.

Then they see this bright ball of light/light etc, and the Old Wise Man’s ghost/spirit/astral form appears there (the mortal body assumingly somewhere nearby) and he continues to speak to them as though nothing had happened, continueing his monologue without the slightest of pauses.

I intuitively knew at the time that the purport of this was not the Old Wise Man’s ignorance of the sudden demise of his mortal form, but precisely his utter attunement to the acceptance and preparedness for such things - not just in the sense of readiness to die at any moment, but a definitive Knowing of his Immortality.