re: What Do You Think Happens After Death?

12 hours after someone important in my life died there was knock on my home door. This was not some kind of one knock which could be caused by a bird or something. And don't think I just imagined it, my wife and kids came down, they heard it too. This was a clear knockity-knock-knock. I opened the door and there was noone there but there was about two inches of undisturbed snowfall on the ground by my door. Any human knocking, from a criminal to a neighboring prank teen would have left footprints (it was not windy, the snow had not been "blown over").

I told my wife I think that was (person who died) so we lit and candle and told them to stop scaring us and it never happened again.

Get fondled in the clouds by faceless spirits.

But it’s a nice sensation. Not at all gropey.

There have been many people who have died and been brought back to life. Many say there is an afterlife, and many of them were atheists. You don’t have to guess if you believe them.

I want to believe in an after life. But …

There was a young boy in the Lafayette area who made the news about having very specific memories of people and events from WWII. He was maybe 4-7 years old and would have nightmares about being in a plane crash. His family was deeply concerned and he was taken to a psychiatrist and he had even more memories surface. So the family did research and actually found the name and information of the man who the boy had memories from. They even introduced him to a survivor of the war who knew the deceased man, who confirmed that man had died in a dogfight and the boy had such specific memories of those events that it had to be that man’s soul in that boy. As the boy got older the memories faded. How the eff does that happen?

There were two lovers, who were really into spiritualism and reincarnation. They vowed that if either of them died, the one remaining would try to contact the partner in the world beyond exactly 30 days after their death.
Unfortunately, a few weeks later, the young man died in a car wreck. True to her word, his sweetheart tried to contact him in the spirit world exactly 30 days later.
At the seance, she called out, "John, John, this is Martha. Do you hear me?"
A ghostly voice answered her, "Yes Martha, this is John. I can hear you."
Martha tearfully asked, "Oh John, what is it like where you are?"
"It's beautiful. There are azure skies, a soft breeze, sunshine most of the time."
"What do you do all day?" asked Martha.
"Well, Martha, we get up before sunrise, eat some good breakfast, and there's nothing but making love until noon. After lunch, we nap until two and then make love again until about five. After dinner, we go at it again until we fall asleep about 11 p.m."
Martha was somewhat taken aback. "Is that what heaven really is like?"
"Heaven? I'm not in heaven, Martha."
"Well, then, where are you?"
"I'm a jack rabbit in Arizona."

Best case you go on existing on another plane. Or it could be oblivion. Worst case to me is reincarnation. I've already been on this ride. I wouldn't want to get back in line and do it again.

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I’m not sure you know what that word means

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do you consider what happened before birth to be oblivion?

ob·liv·i·on

/?'blive?n/
noun
1.
the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening

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Best case you go on existing on another plane. Or it could be oblivion. Worst case to me is reincarnation. I've already been on this ride

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Jim Rockford

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You might not be unhappy to know how little you have in common with Nietzsche's eternal recurrence concept