I'm obsessed with what hapens after death

[Anonymous]

OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

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.

I can’t say I truly believe you, but I definitely want to.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

Religion at its base involves the worship or belief of a god. My question has nothing to do with god, heaven or hell. It's much bigger than that, which is likely the reason I am having difficulty articulating it. I respect differing religious beliefs and I have my own, but this not a religious question. My question really has more to do with why people don't question it when we question everything else. Loved ones essentially disappear/vanish from your life and you grieve the loss, but never really delve into where they are. I guess I am just amazed at that part. Everyone so easily accepts the disappearance without questionning how.

Maybe this is grief talking, but I have always had a curious mind so it does not surprise me that this is the way I express my grief via curiosity.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

Religion at its base involves the worship or belief of a god. My question has nothing to do with god, heaven or hell. It's much bigger than that, which is likely the reason I am having difficulty articulating it. I respect differing religious beliefs and I have my own, but this not a religious question. My question really has more to do with why people don't question it when we question everything else. Loved ones essentially disappear/vanish from your life and you grieve the loss, but never really delve into where they are. I guess I am just amazed at that part. Everyone so easily accepts the disappearance without questionning how.

Maybe this is grief talking, but I have always had a curious mind so it does not surprise me that this is the way I express my grief via curiosity.

I think the practice of religion involves worship of a god or entity, but the many sacred texts weigh in on the fundamental question which leads me to believe that these are the fundamental questions. And people DO question it all the time, and there are examples of movies and literature that delve into the "where"...but ultimately it can lead someone to madness because there will never be an answer that will provide us with 100% certainty. Individually, though, the questions will lead some to reaffirm their existing faith, maybe to to find a new faith, or to lost their faith all together.

Personally, I feel I am more of a hopeful nihilist/stoic. I don't truly "believe" in anything but the scientific explanation...that our bodies break down and the atoms are reabsorbed into the universe. However, I do "feel" that we are more than atoms and are part of a greater consciousness and maybe we re-join that once our time in the bodies is passed.

I am sorry for you loss, OP.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

Religion at its base involves the worship or belief of a god. My question has nothing to do with god, heaven or hell. It's much bigger than that, which is likely the reason I am having difficulty articulating it. I respect differing religious beliefs and I have my own, but this not a religious question. My question really has more to do with why people don't question it when we question everything else. Loved ones essentially disappear/vanish from your life and you grieve the loss, but never really delve into where they are. I guess I am just amazed at that part. Everyone so easily accepts the disappearance without questionning how.

Maybe this is grief talking, but I have always had a curious mind so it does not surprise me that this is the way I express my grief via curiosity.

I think the practice of religion involves worship of a god or entity, but the many sacred texts weigh in on the fundamental question which leads me to believe that these are the fundamental questions. And people DO question it all the time, and there are examples of movies and literature that delve into the "where"...but ultimately it can lead someone to madness because there will never be an answer that will provide us with 100% certainty. Individually, though, the questions will lead some to reaffirm their existing faith, maybe to to find a new faith, or to lost their faith all together.

Personally, I feel I am more of a hopeful nihilist/stoic. I don't truly "believe" in anything but the scientific explanation...that our bodies break down and the atoms are reabsorbed into the universe. However, I do "feel" that we are more than atoms and are part of a greater consciousness and maybe we re-join that once our time in the bodies is passed.

I am sorry for you loss, OP.

I think you are totally correct about the potential madness exploring the subject could cause. It's just so very fascinating because there is no answer.

I also fear that you are correct about the scientific explanation...that is actually my biggest fear and the ending I would like the least.

I would never commit suicide, but I often wonder if some who did were simply curious about what was behind the curtain.

[Anonymous]

My mother often wondered about NDE's and life after death. She had many interesting experiences in her life that led her to thinking about them. She did not share her thoughts with many people, but she did with my sister and I when we became adults. I have often thought about them as well, as I too had many unique experiences in my life that are unexplainable with our limited senses.

My mother passed away 9 years ago from cancer at the age of 57. My step father called me and I went to the hospital. I got there about 2 hours after she passed. My grandfather, aunt and uncle, step father and godparents were all in the room. My mothers clothes were neatly folded on a table against the wall and her glasses were sitting on top of them. Everyone in the room was very still and quiet. All of the sudden we hear something fall. I looked on the floor and it was her glasses that fell down. Nobody was near the table and the glasses were firmly planted on the clothes. When this happened, I had a tingling sensation in my stomach and I started crying. I had the idea pop into my head that my mother was communicating that she could see us. It truly could have been coincidence, but it was pretty wild and felt more than coincidence.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I had a loved one die recently and I have been questioning it a lot lately.

I want to believe it’s just not: nothing.

My siblings and I have had a few occurrences that we believe are signs from the loved one—even the non-believers.

You think people who didn't believe in the afterlife are now sending messages from the afterlife? If so, what are they saying?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

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.

I can’t say I truly believe you, but I definitely want to.

To me, it sounds like a very nice dream, that would have ended if your died and instead ended when you woke up. I'm glad it's enhanced your life.

I think no one can say that this is what will happen to everyone when they die. It's one dream among many.

I think the greatest likelihood is what we see with other living things. They are born, they live, they die and decay into the earth. I try not to worry about dying and instead focus on being grateful for being alive -- which was not a given at all -- it's a tremendous accident that any of us ever made it into life.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My mother often wondered about NDE's and life after death. She had many interesting experiences in her life that led her to thinking about them. She did not share her thoughts with many people, but she did with my sister and I when we became adults. I have often thought about them as well, as I too had many unique experiences in my life that are unexplainable with our limited senses.

My mother passed away 9 years ago from cancer at the age of 57. My step father called me and I went to the hospital. I got there about 2 hours after she passed. My grandfather, aunt and uncle, step father and godparents were all in the room. My mothers clothes were neatly folded on a table against the wall and her glasses were sitting on top of them. Everyone in the room was very still and quiet. All of the sudden we hear something fall. I looked on the floor and it was her glasses that fell down. Nobody was near the table and the glasses were firmly planted on the clothes. When this happened, I had a tingling sensation in my stomach and I started crying. I had the idea pop into my head that my mother was communicating that she could see us. It truly could have been coincidence, but it was pretty wild and felt more than coincidence.

It comforted you at the time, which was a very good thing, whether or not it was really your mother trying to communicate.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

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.

The part about the music reminds me of my father's experience. He died during surgery and was resuscitated. Ten years later, I asked him about the time he was dead. He told me he heard the "music of the spheres". He wouldn't/couldn't elaborate because it is indescribable.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:My mother often wondered about NDE's and life after death. She had many interesting experiences in her life that led her to thinking about them. She did not share her thoughts with many people, but she did with my sister and I when we became adults. I have often thought about them as well, as I too had many unique experiences in my life that are unexplainable with our limited senses.

My mother passed away 9 years ago from cancer at the age of 57. My step father called me and I went to the hospital. I got there about 2 hours after she passed. My grandfather, aunt and uncle, step father and godparents were all in the room. My mothers clothes were neatly folded on a table against the wall and her glasses were sitting on top of them. Everyone in the room was very still and quiet. All of the sudden we hear something fall. I looked on the floor and it was her glasses that fell down. Nobody was near the table and the glasses were firmly planted on the clothes. When this happened, I had a tingling sensation in my stomach and I started crying. I had the idea pop into my head that my mother was communicating that she could see us. It truly could have been coincidence, but it was pretty wild and felt more than coincidence.

It comforted you at the time, which was a very good thing, whether or not it was really your mother trying to communicate.

Very true.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

Not necessarily, it is also scientific question and a lot of scientists attempted to answer this question.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

Religion at its base involves the worship or belief of a god. My question has nothing to do with god, heaven or hell. It's much bigger than that, which is likely the reason I am having difficulty articulating it. I respect differing religious beliefs and I have my own, but this not a religious question. My question really has more to do with why people don't question it when we question everything else. Loved ones essentially disappear/vanish from your life and you grieve the loss, but never really delve into where they are. I guess I am just amazed at that part. Everyone so easily accepts the disappearance without questionning how.

Maybe this is grief talking, but I have always had a curious mind so it does not surprise me that this is the way I express my grief via curiosity.

I think the practice of religion involves worship of a god or entity, but the many sacred texts weigh in on the fundamental question which leads me to believe that these are the fundamental questions. And people DO question it all the time, and there are examples of movies and literature that delve into the "where"...but ultimately it can lead someone to madness because there will never be an answer that will provide us with 100% certainty. Individually, though, the questions will lead some to reaffirm their existing faith, maybe to to find a new faith, or to lost their faith all together.

Personally, I feel I am more of a hopeful nihilist/stoic. I don't truly "believe" in anything but the scientific explanation...that our bodies break down and the atoms are reabsorbed into the universe. However, I do "feel" that we are more than atoms and are part of a greater consciousness and maybe we re-join that once our time in the bodies is passed.

I am sorry for you loss, OP.

I think you are totally correct about the potential madness exploring the subject could cause. It's just so very fascinating because there is no answer.

I also fear that you are correct about the scientific explanation...that is actually my biggest fear and the ending I would like the least.

I would never commit suicide, but I often wonder if some who did were simply curious about what was behind the curtain.

You are wrong, there is an answer. You have to sick it and you will find it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP here, I originally posted this thread on the Off topic board and was baffled when I saw that it had disappeared-- only to find it here. IMO this topic has zero to do with religion, so I am not sure why it was moved here.

This, I believe, is part of why I find the subject to be so intriguing...no one knows what to do with it or how to treat it. It's taboo.

But isn’t it your question the fundamental question of all religions? Where did we come from? Where do we go?

Not necessarily, it is also scientific question and a lot of scientists attempted to answer this question.

Well, religion predates science. And the earliest scientists were often religious...at least until they were labeled heretics and condemned to death.

It’s definitly, though, falls under “philosophy” which also overlaps science and religion.