I'm obsessed with what hapens after death

[Anonymous]

I thought I was the only one! I've been thinking about it a lot as I get older. I'm in an age-gap marriage so I think that has made me ponder about this more than anyone my age.

[Anonymous]

Have you read Proof of Heaven? I found it very compelling.

[Anonymous]

Think about it this way: where was your soul before you were born? Nowhere? Well, that blankness is where we will all be after death.

[Anonymous]

I think we are born again and return to earth

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Anonymous wrote:Have you read Proof of Heaven? I found it very compelling.

as did I - excellent book.

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I love to read the accounts of near death experiences submitted from all over the world to the near death experience research forum

http://www.nderf.org

They've been collecting submissions for about 20 years and post new ones weekly. It's fascinating.

[Anonymous]

I died. I guess technically it was a near death experience. It changed everything. I have no fear of death anymore.

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A medium I know connects with the dead frequently. She does group meditations and random people show up. Sometimes it’s a loved one of the group who has passed. It’s not scary. It’s really comforting for everyone. She says our loved ones hang around us after passing. Says more for the first few years, and they move on as time passes.

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My scientific mind led me to the inexplicable shroud of Turin. My soul led me to the inexplicable Jesus. As of now he appears to be the only palatable solution so I'm sticking with that.

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Anonymous wrote:I died. I guess technically it was a near death experience. It changed everything. I have no fear of death anymore.

Can you tell us more, please, about how it changed everything and why you no longer fear death? I have a great fear of death, so I’d be interested in your perspective.

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Anonymous wrote:I died. I guess technically it was a near death experience. It changed everything. I have no fear of death anymore.

Can you tell us more, please, about how it changed everything and why you no longer fear death? I have a great fear of death, so I’d be interested in your perspective.

Sure. About 15 years ago a tornado hit my neighborhood. Our house wasn't badly damaged...just some shingles off. But several homes were completely destroyed. After the tornado passed, we went outside to see if we could help. I somehow came into contact with electrical wiring in a neighbor's backyard. Everything was flooded and I didn't see the wires. I don't remember very much after the initial contact. I do remember knowing for certain that this is how I was going to die. I don't remember feeling any pain. My heart stopped twice. They were able to get it restarted in the ambulance, but it stopped again at the hospital. My husband was told that it was unlikely I would survive.

I remember leaving my body and watching everyone try to save me. I remember hearing one of our neighbors warn my husband not to touch me. And I remember someone saying that they would cut the power. I don't remember anything about the ambulance ride. I remember leaving my body and floating away. There was music. I still remember the tune so clearly. I can still pick out the notes on the piano. Everything was more beautiful than words could even begin to describe. I never even for a moment felt fear. I felt overwhelming and unconditional love. I met a man that for several years I thought was God. The being I met looked male but felt very maternal. I remember laughing. I kept saying (or thinking), "I know you! I've known you forever. How could I have forgotten?" I'm having trouble even coming up with the words. Everything felt like love beyond anything I could describe. Like a mother's love but so much stronger. I remember wondering why I wasn't sad about leaving my husband and my children. I just wasn't worried about them at all. I knew they would be fine. Everything in this place was love. The best way to describe this place is that it was home. It's where we are from and it's where we return to over and over again. It was completely familiar. This being that I talked to was someone I know better than I know my own mother. He/she has known me forever. And more importantly, loves every part of me for exactly who I am.

This being laughed with me when I kept asking my questions. Then he/she told me I couldn't stay. That I had more work to do. I asked to stay over and over again. I was told that this experience would define the way I spent the rest of my life. He/she whispered something into my ear and the next moment I was in the ER.

When I woke up, I was cold and hurting. I tried to tell the doctors what had happened, but I couldn't speak at all. I had some pretty nasty burns and had to stay in the hospital for several days. I didn't tell anyone about what had happened because I just couldn't find the words. I was finally ready to tell my husband about it several months later. I sat down at the piano and played that tune that I heard. He didn't recognize it. He tried to run it through the computer to see if he could find a match, but there wasn't one.

It took me about three years to figure out that the experience left me with some really amazing abilities. I can feel what other people are feeling. I am psychic. And the strangest thing is that I can see and hear dead people. None of this matched up with any religious or spiritual beliefs I had before the accident. I wasn't a believer in anything woo-woo. I also know that the being that I talked with was not God or Jesus. It was a spirit guide.

I can promise you this, my friend. You have nothing to fear. You have been to this place many times. It is your home. Your Creator is there. Jesus is there with other ascended masters. Your spirit guides and angels are there. Your ancestors and family members are there. You are loved more fiercely than you can possibly imagine. We are meant to live our lives fully here on this earth. We decided before we came here exactly what we wanted to accomplish during this life. Death is no different than birth. It's just a transition - a portal from one place to another.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:You are in for disappointment.

How can the OP possibly be disappointed after she is dead?

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NP- 23:12 thank you for sharing. I’ve lost my spiritual path, and don’t know how to get on track. In the meantime, I live as honest, kind and morale life as possible. Still your story gave me a little hope. It marries different religious and spiritual beliefs so wonderfully. Peace to you.

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Anonymous wrote:Maybe because I have lost a lot of people, and maybe because I have had a recent death in my family again, but I am obsessed with the afterlife. I find myself wondering why more people don't question exactly where a soul goes when it dies-- not in the basic heaven/hell way, but where? A person dies and their being leaves their body....this is the most intriguing subject in the world to me, yet everyone just seems to accept it and move on-- not the grieving of course, but the where. I mourn of course, but I am more curious than anything.

My Grandpa always said my son has an old soul, or would say "he's been here before."

So... reincarnation? I'm not sure about that, but the two of them had an uncanny relationship for a grumpy old guy (He was, lol) and a toddler.

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Anonymous wrote:Do you ever watch Tyler Henry Medium? It always makes me wonder.

NP. Me, too. I've watched him a few times, but if he's so legit I can't help but wonder why he isn't using his "superpowers" to find clues to unsolved murders or missing (dead) persons instead of reading random celebrities.