What happens after you die - Live life for yourself

I have been watching videos on Youtube on a channel called Shaman Oaks. He features people who've had near death experiences and they talk about their experiences, who they met, what they saw and learned and it's amazing to hear. I like this channel's guests because they're average folks just like us and they get right down to talking about those moments. There are a couple others where there's a huge long lead up with all kinds of information about their entire lives leading up to those moments.....well, I'm interested in THAT EXPERIENCE, not what your relationships were like with parents when you were a kid....if you know what I mean.

I've been following these sorts of discussions, books and videos for years and I have to say that I'm quite looking forward to it. Enjoying life with my husband, daughter and grand babies, but also looking forward to the joy of going home.
 

Gardenlover said:
Powerful message. In fact one by which to live.
Eye opening
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Depp's words remind me of a visit to a very old cemetery once. The headstones were all very old, weatherworn so that in many cases, the engraved names and dates were almost illegible and overgrown with lichens. Some were small stones but some were kind of ostentatious for the time as though the people beneath them were of some importance in the community.

And the thought occurred to me, just like Johnny said, that there'd be tears in the moment of laying them there.....and then how many ever actually came back to sweep the pine needles away from the ground, pick up the decades of pine cones that littered the old cemetery or just to commune with the departed. Frankly, it looked like never. Because life had gone on for those families and loved ones and the dead were soon forgotten.
 
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My sister and her husband were on a holiday in England, and she wanted to go and visit our grandmother's grave. They looked everywhere and eventually had to go to the cemetery office to make enquiries. Eventually she found it and was saddened to see just the first 4 letters of Granny's headstone broken into pieces. She cleared away the leaves and rubbish and left some flowers. The cemetery office said there was a 6 year (membership) which was paid for someone to look after the grave then after that no money was paid so it fell into disrepair. This is why I want to be cremated.
 
oscash said:
My sister and her husband were on a holiday in England, and she wanted to go and visit our grandmother's grave. They looked everywhere and eventually had to go to the cemetery office to make enquiries. Eventually she found it and was saddened to see just the first 4 letters of Granny's headstone broken into pieces. She cleared away the leaves and rubbish and left some flowers. The cemetery office said there was a 6 year (membership) which was paid for someone to look after the grave then after that no money was paid so it fell into disrepair. This is why I want to be cremated.
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I want to be cremated too. Simpler and cheaper. And I wouldn't expect anyone to visit my grave (to do what? I'm not planning on being there to chatšŸ˜‰) so what's the point of the expense eh?
 
We do overly respond to what others think about us. People do all kinds of things in videos just to get a "click" on YouTube.
Yeah, it's great to not live up to others' expectations of us, but let's not forget that we are basically a herd animal.

(BTW, I have an uncle, who died as a kid, in the 1930s. Each year the family went to the grave. It wasn't until my grandmother died, in the late 60s, that they found out the grave marker was on the wrong grave.)
 
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Lavinia said:
If you believe in re-incarnation, you know that, no matter how bad your life is, you'll be able to come back and live a better life next time.
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And you can even visit your grave. You'll have the place to yourself. That's been my experience when I've gone to visit graves.
 
I had an NBE many years ago. My spirit left my body and I could see the medics trying to bring me back. I remembered the number on the back of a medicis turnout coat as I was watching from the ceiling. After I was well I confirmed that his number (and he) were there.
I will be cremated too.
 
dusty said:
I had an NBE many years ago. My spirit left my body and I could see the medics trying to bring me back. I remembered the number on the back of a medicis turnout coat as I was watching from the ceiling. After I was well I confirmed that his number (and he) were there.
I will be cremated too.
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So it happened to you did it? I've heard that many people are very reluctant to talk about their experiences after the fact. Did you share with others or were you afraid of the reaction from family and friends (if you don't mind my asking)? I've also heard that for many, maybe most, it removes all fear of the transition.

I've got so many books on this and so many about OBE's and listened to so many videos that I'm a complete believer as far as one can be without having the experience themselves. I first became aware when a dear friend told me that he'd had a one time OBE. After reading about those, then NDE's was the natural progression.
 
dusty said:
I do talk about it. I am not afraid to die but at this point I cannot imagine not being alive dispite my RA. I am an empath and a medium. I know this sounds out there but I see and talk to spirit too.
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Do you connect with a particular spirit/s or can you talk to people who have died? I have ESP, but only a brief OBE while on LSD. :) My daughter and I are ESP friends. Many times we will pick up the phone ( back when there were phones ) and there the other person would be, no ring tone because we picked up at the exact same time. :)
 
dusty said:
I can really talk to dead people. I can see them also. I never seek them out in any way; they just show up. They have taught me some good things.
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Ok, this is freaking me out a little bit. Have you had any dead people talk with you and have a conversation? Have you ever known anyone that showed up, and did you talk with them?
 
dusty said:
I do talk about it. I am not afraid to die but at this point I cannot imagine not being alive dispite my RA. I am an empath and a medium. I know this sounds out there but I see and talk to spirit too.
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I don't think it sounds 'out there'. From all that I've read, it seems to me that what we're talking about is different dimensions and somehow or another, sometimes they bleed into each other. A few years ago, I watched a program called The Elegant Universe with physicist, Brian Green and from what I remember of that, there are things that go on in the universe at the quantum level that are 'unbelievable' except they happen. I don't know enough to talk at all about that sort of thing, but if the universe can be as 'weird' as it is, why should people not be able to see and talk to spirits?
 
I remember many years ago whilst on a temporary office job , the girl that was showing me the ropes suddenly said, "I lost my dad a couple of weeks ago but I'm not sad as he comes to visit me all the time, in fact he is sitting next to you at the moment">I quickly turned around and saw nothing but she said " he only shows himself to me", it was quite spooky.
 
Paco Dennis said:
Ok, this is freaking me out a little bit. Have you had any dead people talk with you and have a conversation? Have you ever known anyone that showed up, and did you talk with them?
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I have had dead people just show up and have had a conversation with him. Tim was a man who lived on the 2nd story of my apt building. He was in his late 60's and not well. He was in a wheelchair.

One nice early fall day I was sitting outside the building on a bench knitting when I saw him come around to the sidewalk in his chair. He was fullbodied. We said hi and talked about the beautiful day and said he was going in. I reached to help him with the door when I realized he was fading, becoming translucent. He said he didn't need the help, he could do it. He went in through the door and through the next inside door, not using any security code and the 2 doors didn't open.

I was talking with my neighbor when I mentioned i had seen Tim and Don looked at me and told me Tim had been dead for a week.
 
I live in Sydney and know where to find the graves of my mother's parents and grandparents. My Mum and Dad have no marker, but I arranged for the ashes of Auntie Shiela, to be inserted into the plot of their parents. Her details were added to the quite large granite headstone. I am rather proud of giving her back to her parents.

I also know the whereabouts of Hubby's parents' ashes and some of his mother's relatives.

My daughter and I make regular visits to the cemetery to tidy the graves and refresh the artificial flowers. We make it a practice to include some of the younger members in a visit and tell them a bit about the family members commemorated there.

I have purchase two niches in polished black stone block for Hubby and I but have yet to decide on the appropriate wording for Hubby. His ashes will be placed in one, and in not too many years mine will go in next to his.

On a side note, near Hubby's ancestors there is an unusual grave. There is no headstone and no border, only a smallish block of concrete with his name and dates painted onto a piece of slate in black paint. The slate was just propped up against the concrete. My daughter took a photo and asked some of the Jewish dentists where she works to translate the Hebrew words for her. Apparently, it said, "He was a good man".

She researched his name and found out that he was one of three brothers - one became a successful businessman and local politician, another was a member of a notorious outlaw gang known as "The Jew Boys". He and other members of the gang were hanged for murder.

So much we don't know about the man in the grave. First and foremost - why is he buried among the Methodists? Why is his grave so poor compared to the more impressive graves in that section? Is he alone down there? Did he have a family?

When my daughter and I do the grave run, we always stop by his grave and make sure it is not too shabby. The slate has now fractured but we place the two pieces together to make the wording legible. Finally, we each place a pebble the size of a pigeon's egg on top of the concrete at the head of the grave as a sign that he is not forgotten, even though we did not know him in his lifetime.

That is the least we can do for a good man who is, in death, a neighbour of some of our ancestors.
 
dusty said:
I have had dead people just show up and have had a conversation with him. Tim was a man who lived on the 2nd story of my apt building. He was in his late 60's and not well. He was in a wheelchair.

One nice early fall day I was sitting outside the building on a bench knitting when I saw him come around to the sidewalk in his chair. He was fullbodied. We said hi and talked about the beautiful day and said he was going in. I reached to help him with the door when I realized he was fading, becoming translucent. He said he didn't need the help, he could do it. He went in through the door and through the next inside door, not using any security code and the 2 doors didn't open.

I was talking with my neighbor when I mentioned i had seen Tim and Don looked at me and told me Tim had been dead for a week.
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I wonder if they exist or that we pick up their vibrations from wherever they gather. You saw the man near his house, so there is a lot of vibrations there. I had a visitation that got to real. A young woman showed up when my band was loading equipment. I finally asked her if she was a ghost because a friend told us the house was haunted. She said yes!!!!!! :eek: I just about fainted...I was about 20. Too much. But, I am not sure they are actual dead people, but a combination of some people's abilities/senses and the energy of lingering conscious life forms.
 
After I die I will be permanently unconscious, I'll probably be cremated but I have considered donating my body to the local medical school. Maybe I should ask the family what they think about that.
 
If I ever start talking to dead people on the street, I promise I will move out of my house and into assisted living.
 

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