When you die!

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I have discussed this before on wrong planet a few years ago.

As someone on this site said once "when you die you will never be alive or aware of anything ever again"

Do you truly believe that is what happens in death or not?

I believe that I will still exist after I die, both in the memories that people have of me, and in the material objects that I have left behind (AKA physical pictures, laptop pictures, etc. I personally will not be aware of anything again, but others will still be aware of me.

my religon dictates taht one wil be oblivon when they die - I imagin it liek being unconscius, as in knockd out, only never wakng back up. Howevre, one can live beyonnd their physical body's death if thy maek thmselves a new body via magick; very few peple suposedly acomplish this thuogh becuse these people who achiev it aparently become like unto gods - they can go wherevre they wish and incarnate as they wishh, carying over any knowldge they lerned from previous lives, and since we do not see kids who knw a lot of stuff withuot having learned it, we asume its something difficult to achive, thuogh there are alternate explanationss to difficulty. Thats why one's "name" is so importnt in our religon - your legacy wil outlast you in all likelihood so you maek sure you appease the propr people and live with honuor for them to make yuor name good if you die.

I tend to believe what Edgar Cayce, Dr. Ian Stephenson, Robert Monroe, George Anderson, Dr. Raymond Moody, Dr. George Ritchie, et al, say about the subject.

The thread title reminds me of some lyrics from my 1995 song Death. The last part goes:

going through a less-than-fulfilling life, only to become wormfood at the end, is SOOOOOOOOOOO depressing a thought! I cannot NOT believe in heaven, otherwise why would I have gone through what I've gone through?

I sometimes wonder if psychedelic experience is a hint of what afterlife existence would be like. Something mostly incomprehensible or alien.

This is just speculation. I don't have concrete beliefs on it.

To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

“Anyway, if you stop tellin' people it's all sorted out after they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive. ”
- Terry Pratchett

Boom,boom,out go the lights.

I would like it to be true. But no one can prove what is after death.

written by a 16 year old girl.
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It's probably oblivion, but there is only one way to know for sure and it's not on my current plans

I expect I'll be asleep in the grave, till the resurrection.

-Bill, otherwise known as Kraichgauer

Oblivion for what was once "TallyMan". His memories and personality will be gone permanently. I've bequeathed my body to a local medical school for students to dissect as part of their studies into human anatomy.