What's the next stop? Or is there one?

[A Desert Rose]

I'm just wondering what people think will happen when they die. Do you think there's an afterlife? Another plane we go to? Do you think there's a heaven or a hell? If you do, do you think you've done anything bad enough to warrent a ticket to the everlasting fiery furnace?

I don't want to debate or debunk anyone's view of this. I've just been thinking about it and wondered what others think. Do any of you even think about your own mortality?

 

[FurryFury]

I know what I wish but I believe in nothing really.

Fury

 

[lne_iii]

At this point, I don't know what comes after...

I know what I've been told, which is if I don't follow nearly impossible rules and give praise/money to something I cannot affirm as being real, I'm doomed when I die.

I don't believe that.

But then again, I don't know.
It could very well be.
Just sounds unlikely to me.


LNE

 

[siren319]

I'm just wondering what people think will happen when they die. Do you think there's an afterlife? Another plane we go to? Do you think there's a heaven or a hell? If you do, do you think you've done anything bad enough to warrent a ticket to the everlasting fiery furnace?

I don't want to debate or debunk anyone's view of this. I've just been thinking about it and wondered what others think. Do any of you even think about your own mortality?

I love this stuff. I don't think there is a heaven or hell. I think there is a higher existence. I believe we are all parts of God/dess. That little spark that is our soul is connected to this higher source. I don't believe there is anything so bad that it could warrant a trip to hell as we define hell. What I think hell is, is that knowledge. What if we spent our whole lives denying ourselves or feeling guilty or hating ourselves because we believed we weren't worthy? How tragic would it be to find out you were always loved no matter what? That would be hell to me, finding out I had wasted my whole life believing I was not worth the love of my creator. I bet it does burn like a lake of fire, but is it eternal? I don't know. How stubborn are we?

This is what I "think" happens. We die, we go through are process of letting go of our life. Maybe we do review it and see what we've learned and then we have a choice. Do we come back here and try it again? or do we rejoin God/dess and stay nestled within it(heaven).

I don't know where I got this, but... this is the short version of what I believe happens.

 

[catalina_francisco]

I've aways believed we go somewhere else much less stressful and it seems to be backed by the many people who have recounted their experiences before being brought back to life, and researchers such as Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. It seems to make a mockery of all the deaths in the name of religion as most say it is a placewhere everyone is welcomed no matter what religion, class, colour etc., you are.

Catalina

 

[Chicklet]

my personal opinion is that death is the end. i think that any idea of an afterlife is just what humans think of because they can't comprehend life just being over. but i think that when you die, that's the end.

 

[Master_of_Pupets]

I really dont know what to think at this point, there's mo way to tell before you reach that point, so you cant really run your life based on what might happen because the possibilities are endless. I try to not worry about it and just focus on my life now.

 

[shy slave]

I have very strong Spiritualist views on this.

I really believe we go to our own 'heaven' (for want of a better word) there we are able to learn new things and progress through the different stages of death.

Some people need healing or care when they die, some are already highly evolved souls and move onto higher Realms very quickly. Some need space to come to terms with what has happened to them. As I understand it, initially, each death and coping with our own death is different.

There are choices to be made about what to do in the Spirit world.

I spoke to a psychic medium whom I have known for a number of years recently. She brought through my son, he is learning to communicate with me. He talked of his frustrations about sometimes I can feel him very close and read the impressions he gives me, other times he just can't make me hear him. She also told me he has returned to the riverside where he died to try and come to terms with what happened. He needs to understand it as much as anyone else does.
I have been shown (in pictures in my head) that when he woke up dead the Spirit world had created a hospital for him so he was not immediately aware of what had happened. People then explained it to him in a safe, caring way. This same scene was also told to me by another medium.

I am a grieving mother, I always will be now. But my views were in place years before my son died. This is not some crank idea designed to keep my son close to me during a difficult time.
These beliefs have been with me from being a small Catholic child. They have simply got stronger over a number of years.

I know some of you will think OMG when they read this, others will wonder when the men in white coats are coming to take me away, and some will feel sorry for me for being so deluded. I have no issue with any of that.
Each to their own

 

[A Desert Rose]

I have very strong Spiritualist views on this....
Each to their own

I love this post. I love these ideas.

I you for it.

 

[saw_man1]

True Story

My first thoughts about the afterlife came via a nun in my first year of catholic school. She was well known as the meanest nun in the entire school so naturally she taught religion! During the first week of my third grade religion class she announced that we were going to spend this class period learning about heaven. She started and ended the class with this warning - Heaven is a beautiful place but the road to heaven is fraught with danger. Satan will do everything he can to keep you from heaven. Satan is especially dangerous at night. So remember this - When you go to bed tonight and every night, make sure you don’t touch yourself! Whatever you do, don’t touch yourself.

That night I lay in bed spread eagle for fear that my arm might brush my chest if I rolled over.

It wasn’t until forth grade that I understood exactly what she meant.

 

[Kajira Callista]

Me beliefs were confirmed for me as I stood next to my granny as she died.
I spent the day with her...just talking and saying prayers and telling her how much we all loved her.
A nurse came in and asked me if i needed coffee or anything and i began to ask her a million questions. I wanted to know what was keeping her breathing and holding on to this life.
The nurse told me "She is waiting for someone" and I didn't understand what she meant. I talked more to granny and told her that while she was sleeping everyone came to see her to say goodbye and they all told me to let her know when she was awake (she was sorta asleep the whole time, she was on big
time morphine).
Later in the evening I was standing over her...fixing her hair wiping her face...ya know, stuff you do for people that sick...and she kept opening her eyes and looking past me. I kept looking behind me and no one was there. My mother laughed because i really felt as if there was someone there and my mother kept saying one word, "angels" and told me to not be afraid because that would help granny go.
About a half an hour later she opened her eyes and they weren't all blurry looking, there was a sort of sparkle there. Her mouth formed the word "Oh" although no sound came out. Then she smiled and looked at me then behind me then back at me with a happy big warm smile and tears streaming down her face.
I was scared now because i now understood what the nurse had told me early in the day and i knew what was going to happen next. My mother coached me (gotta love moms knowing what to do) and told me to let her know it was OK and that she should go with who ever was there that i couldn't see.
I kissed her and whispered in her ear...asking her to let me know, if she could come back to tell me, how beautiful heaven was. My father told her a bunch of stuff in Italian and she nodded and stopped breathing about 30 seconds later.
Of course over emotional me hugged her tight and started to cry and she started breathing again. The nurse standing there to see if her heart stopped told me not to do that, that she would keep trying to live if i cried and was so upset so i held my breath and stayed calm and watched her go wherever she was going with a happy content smile on her face.
After all was done and i was getting ready to leave i went to the nurses station and asked if the nurse with black hair was still there. I told the nurse that was on that i wanted to thank her for helping me understand something i did not.
The nurse looked at me odd and said there is no nurse with black hair working here. I was going to insist that there was and tell the nurse how i knew but i decided to hold on to the very special thing i had experienced earlier that morning.
My grandmothers death showed me that things i was taught to believe without question are very real. What did I learn? There is a heaven...and people that love us are waiting there for us....and it is a place that is happy..sorta like "going home"
About hell...Last rites cleanses you of your sins and prepares you forheaven...so i don't think about hell often. It is probably a bad place *shrug*

 

[Ebonyfire]

I'm just wondering what people think will happen when they die. Do you think there's an afterlife? Another plane we go to? Do you think there's a heaven or a hell? If you do, do you think you've done anything bad enough to warrent a ticket to the everlasting fiery furnace?

I don't want to debate or debunk anyone's view of this. I've just been thinking about it and wondered what others think. Do any of you even think about your own mortality?

Quite frankly I do not think anything can be worse than the world we live in now. Racism, hate, greed, avarice, evil people doing evil things; Hell would be a picnic.

Positive people go to where all the positive people hang out, and the negative people go to where the negative people hang out. At least that sounds good.

Eb

 

[SpectreT]

Another crackpot hypothesis...

of mine.

The Catholic faith I was brought up with doesn't have it quite right. Neither does any other organized religion, but at least the Catholic I was brought up with gives me a framework to hang my thought on.

When they talk about the afterlife, which isn't often, they make it seem like a sorting bin; nonbelievers and the unbaptized get to sit in the eternal waiting room of Limbo, while the rest of us go to Purgatory; where we work out our sins before we can get into Heaven. Hell is pretty much strictly reserved for Satan and his followers.

Now, I look at the world around me, the difficulties and challenges, all the negativity, with the occasional powerful positive person... And I think, this is Purgatory. We're here to work out our shit. If we don't get it right, we have to try again, and again, and again. We all have to come to terms with who and what we are, and we all have a duty to each other as much as ourselves, to be as helpful and useful to one another as possible.

I sure don't want to hang around here forever; so it's up to me to try and get it right while I'm here.

 

[kiten69]

I'm just wondering what people think will happen when they die. Do you think there's an afterlife? Another plane we go to? Do you think there's a heaven or a hell? If you do, do you think you've done anything bad enough to warrent a ticket to the everlasting fiery furnace?

I don't want to debate or debunk anyone's view of this. I've just been thinking about it and wondered what others think. Do any of you even think about your own mortality?

Hmmm that is a good one ADR...

well there are obviously alot of different point of views...I myself believe that a part of my soul will go onto a "higher place"...but the majority of my spirit will begin life again as a different "being"...reincarnation if you will...

 

[shy slave]

KC that is a beautiful story

Thanks for sharing something so personal

 

[Kajira Callista]

I don't do personal often...but ADR is special

 

[shy slave]

I don't do personal often...but ADR is special

Agreed,

she is very special

 

[A Desert Rose]

Me beliefs were confirmed for me as I stood next to my granny as she died...
About hell...Last rites cleanses you of your sins and prepares you forheaven...so i don't think about hell often. It is probably a bad place *shrug*

A beautiful post. And thank you for sharing it. I've been with lots of people when they were dying and then died. From my own experiences, I know some of what you wrote here, KC.

I'm only special because of the friends I have. But thank you both for your kind words here:
https://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=18307601&postcount=17

 

[A Desert Rose]

... Positive people go to where all the positive people hang out, and the negative people go to where the negative people hang out. At least that sounds good.

Eb

And sounds good to me, too, Eb. LOL You say so much in so few words. It's why I love ya.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I honestly don't know Miss Rose........

I hope it feels like the lyrics from this song though.......

'Heartbeats'

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief

Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

And you, you knew the hands of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no



I may have a different view tomorrow I'm like that......smiles

Just emailed you the MP3 of this song

 

[Ebonyfire]

And sounds good to me, too, Eb. LOL You say so much in so few words. It's why I love ya.

Lots of love back at ya!

Eb

 

[Recidiva]

I am not sure.

I think of living things as waves in the ocean. We rise, we take form, we fall. No wave is exactly like the other waves, and the same wave won't rise again exactly as it was before. But they will retain so much in common, and be composed of so much that is the same. Maybe we carry within us the memory of life the way waves could carry the memory of the sea.

I think of a connection to life like the wave's connection to the ocean. Is memory retained? Maybe, I like to think I remember people, places, thoughts, feelings, skills, that I had before I was born and I'll have when I leave here.

I used to be afraid of thinking of this as a karmic cycle that I couldn't break...doomed to rise and fall never ending.

Now with the friends I've made, my love for this place, my love for the people here...it doesn't seem like such a bad thing any more, to be back again, seeking out friends and family.

Hopefully between lives we sit down and have a drink and swap stories and get questions answered before we take the dive again.

 

[A Desert Rose]

I honestly don't know Miss Rose........

I hope it feels like the lyrics from this song though.......

'Heartbeats'

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away...


I may have a different view tomorrow I'm like that......smiles

Just emailed you the MP3 of this song

Beautiful song, I just listened to it. (Speaking of songs... I have another thread idea developing... LOL) Thank you so much for the email. It's just soooo pretty and calming. May have to download that one to listen to while I'm in the tub... yea? ;D

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Beautiful song, I just listened to it. (Speaking of songs... I have another thread idea developing... LOL) Thank you so much for the email. It's just soooo pretty and calming. May have to download that one to listen to while I'm in the tub... yea? ;D

Nodding.........don't forget tea or wtf that liquer is you like to sip ( blackberry ?), essential oils and candles

 

[A Desert Rose]

I am not sure.

I think of living things as waves in the ocean. We rise, we take form, we fall. No wave is exactly like the other waves, and the same wave won't rise again exactly as it was before. But they will retain so much in common, and be composed of so much that is the same. Maybe we carry within us the memory of life the way waves could carry the memory of the sea.

I think of a connection to life like the wave's connection to the ocean. Is memory retained? Maybe, I like to think I remember people, places, thoughts, feelings, skills, that I had before I was born and I'll have when I leave here.

I used to be afraid of thinking of this as a karmic cycle that I couldn't break...doomed to rise and fall never ending.

Now with the friends I've made, my love for this place, my love for the people here...it doesn't seem like such a bad thing any more, to be back again, seeking out friends and family.

Hopefully between lives we sit down and have a drink and swap stories and get questions answered before we take the dive again.

What a wonderful view or thought on an afterlife. This really makes me think and in a good way.
Thank you doll!!! And thank you for posting here, period!