What do you think happens when you die

Serenity4321

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I hope this is not too morbid, but I would think we have all at least thought about what happens when we die. I have read many accounts of life after death.. starting with Raymond Moody's book from the 60s. My latest book is Proof of Heaven..written by a neurosurgeon after a near death experience.
Personally, I don't know about the light at the end of the tunnel or the life review but I think..maybe hope, it is an experience of great reunions. I picture meeting everyone I have ever known.
What do you think?
 

I recommend reading a different book by a different neurologist Dr. Kevin Nelson. His book is The Spiritual Doorway In The Brain. He basically goes through most or all of the standard near death things people experience (light at the end of the tunnel, meeting loved ones, out of body experiences, etc...) and shows how they can be produced in brains without any sort of near death experience.

He believes that all of the things that are experienced are already capable of being produced by our brains and that in near death experiences our brains produce these things that people experience.

I believe we are our brains and once they stop working we are no longer around in any sense of the word.
 
I have no idea but I hope people who believe we will be reunited with our loved ones are correct.
I know one person who was pronounced dead but was brought back. He is very religious but he said he saw no light at the end of a tunnel or loved ones. When he woke up he was weak and didn't remember anything.
I hope his loved ones where out for the day and he just missed seeing them.
 
I do not know, but I do know that Shakespeare had it back to front. He has Mark Anthony say "The evil men do lives after then, the good is oft interred with their bones" but in the case of my dear ones, the good lives on in the memory of the many people who were touched by them in life. The love that they generously bestowed is handed down, generation to generation, friend to friend and neighbour to neighbour and spreads out like morning ripples on a pond.

I waste no time thinking about my own death because I totally agree with the bard when he wrote,
"Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come."

As for imagery of death, I really like JRR Tolkien's depiction of the Elves journeying slowly to the Grey Havens where a boat is waiting to transport them over the horizon, to be seen no more. It is a solemn journey that involves separation and loss but that contains also the promise of an end to suffering.

Strangely, as I write these words, my eyes are watering involuntarily.
 
I think no one existed before the instant that their biol. father impregnated their biol. mother; that no one exists after death; and unless someone is famous, once everyone who knew and remembered that someone is dead, it's as if that someone never existed.
 
Thank you to everyone who replied❤️❤️❤️...I find this subject fascinating. I used to think people believed in an afterlife out of fear there is none, but after all I have read over the years, I no longer feel that way
 
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I recommend reading a different book by a different neurologist Dr. Kevin Nelson. His book is The Spiritual Doorway In The Brain. He basically goes through most or all of the standard near death things people experience (light at the end of the tunnel, meeting loved ones, out of body experiences, etc...) and shows how they can be produced in brains without any sort of near death experience.

He believes that all of the things that are experienced are already capable of being produced by our brains and that in near death experiences our brains produce these things that people experience.

I believe we are our brains and once they stop working we are no longer around in any sense of the word.
asp3 TY
... I have read a number of accounts that agree with this thinking, but more that disagree...
 


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