The Greatest Mystery of the Universe

[FlickerOfLight]

What happens after we die?

This is the greatest mystery we have in my opinion. It is my greatest curiosity. I am naturally a curios person, and what actually happens once we pass through this life is the curiosity I am most excited to learn. There are so many different stories and beliefs here it is enough to make your head spin. This means we don't truly know.

Trying to picture the afterlife is an impossibility. I have one of the most childlike vivid imaginations I've ever known anyone to have. And yet, I cannot picture "Heaven" or "paradise" in my minds eye. We do not possess the knowledge of anything that "good" and pure. We know too much pain and suffering to be able to fathom what perfection is.

I happen to be someone who knows the scriptures. All of them. I have interviewed and dove deep into the different beliefs about the afterlife, heaven and hell. I know all of the theories surrounding what happens to us once we die. There are so many views within this topic it is impossible to know which is actually true and correct. This intrigues me even further.

With all of these different views and beliefs, and my own passionate curiosity, I am actually looking forward to the day I take that last breath, and when my spirit starts to slip out of this realm and into whatever comes next. I am ready to meet whatever is on the other side. I am ready to face my judgement, if that is what it takes. This thought does not frighten me. It doesn't scare me at all because I have learned love and mercy and compassion. I believe these to be the purpose of this life. To see evil, know the evil, dance with the evil, and then see for myself how this "evil" only destroys. It does not build up anything. It only tears things down. I reject evil. My spirit is clean.

I am Standing on all of this, pondering on what I consider to be "the greatest mystery of the universe" and finding out what happens to us once we pass through this life.


Now, this does not mean I am ready for my life to end. I am here until my time is up. I will make the best of this time and situation. But, I do have this childlike excitement about dying and seeing what comes next. I believe once that happens.......then I will be Truly Free, and that's when Life will truly begin.

This may seem morbid to most. But there is this peace, this joy, and a comfort i feel when I think about what happens next. 


I do believe some will go to a paradise and some will go somewhere else. There is a clear division of good and evil. 

But, how it actually plays out....no one knows for sure.

This is the ultimate question, and one we won't know until we pass on.


What do you believe happens after we die? Are you excited, scared, terrified or at peace with the thoughts?

Edit: if you would, plz, don't quote us scriptures and all that. Plz Don't preach. Thats not what im lookingfor here. In your own words, describe what you think happens once your spirit passes on. Thanks


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I will give my opinionon what will take place step by step as i believei see it.

My lights go out. I see a familiar pure white light. I know this light. It is my (our) Lord. He will greet me with His arms opened. I will finally get to hug my Heavenly Father. I will be at total peace. I am home now.

My family will be there.  All smiling, All youthful. They look different, but i know who they are. They are my loved ones who have already passed. Hugs and kisses all around.

I will be introduced the Heavenly hosts. The angels. My new brothers and sisters.

If this is before certain events, then we will wait in paradisefor things to be completed. We will dance and sing and glorify our Father, His Son, our Mother, and the Church (from the boof of shepherd of Hermes).


All the pain is gone. All the hurt. The weight of the world will be gone. I have a new body. A spiritual body. With cool new attributes. One of the first things i will probably choose to do with this new and improved Heavenly body-----is fly...


After that...who knows. Joy and Bliss until this freakshow called the world has run its course.

A new creation after some judgement,
but pretty much just transformedinto the garden of Eden. If im not already there. Its hard to know for sure with what we have, but after 10 years of a Holy Spirit/Word of God guiding me journey,  this is what i have come up with.

Thank you, Lord. Holy Holy Holy...
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If this has any bearing on what exists after death I'll describe some realistic dreams that made me shudder to wake up.

Dream 1/.  (Many years ago perhaps 40 to 45 years ago) I'm in an airliner crossing what I knew in the dream as Bass Strait from Melbourne to Tasmania. Flying south.  I was window seat on the port side.  Looking out of the seascape, approaching land.  The plane tilted to my side and kept rolling.   The airliner did an actual full roll.  I heard screaming but I was transfixed to the window.  The aircraft commenced to roll again but this time it didn't complete the roll and I saw the sea rushing up.  The water was light blue, clear and I could make features out on the sea floor.  It was quick.  Just blackness with my mind calling out.  "I'm here, I'm here" several times.

Dream 2/. (A couple of years ago)    My mate was driving his 4 x 4.  I was in the passenger seat and my wife was in the rear seat.  We were in the hills just driving and chatting.  I saw out to the right of the vehicle large objects in the sky.  By large I mean huge building size.  I said,  "Pull over, stop"  Which we did.  We got out of the small truck and watched as these object floated across the sky, different shapes.  As they moved over and along the horizon they started bricking up the sky with elongated hexagonal shapes of sorts blocking out the light.  As they did I could hear a thump as each one went into place.  Gradually darkening the sky until thump, the last one was placed and it went totally black.  Could not see, could not feel, could not talk.  I imagined I was dead.

Dream 3/. (Not so long ago.)  I dreamt I was dying in bed and couldn't move.  As I passed of course everything went black.  I was nothing.  Just mind.  Couldn't move and in my mind again I couldn't feel anything. I felt like an atom in darkness.  Just my thoughts existed.  Was going nowhere.  Then I woke up.

No light in any of these dreams.

In real life I very nearly died 2005, staying conscious on the slab while the doctors and nurses worked on me but I willed myself to stay awake.  I could discern light flashes with my eyes open and could logically think that I can't die.  Pain was immense and I couldn't breath and they pumped me full of oxygen and morphine.  I consider myself lucky but as I said I didn't close my eyes.  Once the episode passed I spent a week in ICU.

Had other dreams.  I'm dreaming every night.

Kind regards,

Bally.)

I just now saw this.

Okay, wow, this is interesting. 

So you're having recurring dreams of different deaths?

Kinda neat and makes ya wonder.
May I ask, do you have a fear of dying?

I am a dreamaholic. I dream constantly, vividly, and powerfully. Constantly. 

I love it.

I've had a few dying dreams.
The most interesting was one I kept dying over and over. 

It started where I was leaving an apartment in a downtown urban area. It was night, as are all my creepy dreams. I walked through the streets, knowing I was risking my life just walking out into the streets. It was as if it was an end of the world situation, and things were really bad, and as I was walking down a side road some guy jumps out and shoots me. I die. But I wake up back at the beginning. Knowing I had just died and started over. I try again. Same situation. Same streets. I get a little further down a different road, and then bam. Same thing. Some dude jumps out and blasts me. Poof...I wqke up at the beginning. This happened seven times. Each time I'm aware of the last. I'm gaining wisdom from each try. For survival for myself, and the people I am with, i must continue to try to escape these streets or city we are in, but we are all trapped, and so I keep braving forward and every time, a little further, but end up getting shot.

Until the seventh time.

I had made it the farthest and was almost free from this urban hell hole, but as I am coming to the end some dude jumps out, but this time he shoots me 7 times. This is like a matrix scene, only I'm getting hit by each bullet slowly. I usually wake up here, but this time it's playing out. I realize I should be dead, and I might be, but I didn't jump back to the beginning. So, I this. For some reason I stretch out my arms and suddenly begin to float away slowly at first. I realized I could control this flight and so I take off flying.


I wake up.

I have no clue what that means, but it was mighty powerful.

I think I had died seven times, and was on my eighth life. I think I was flying to heaven. Just, not dead.

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I have to admit to having a fascination with NDE's. I've studied dozens, or perhaps in the low hundreds, of them, and have come to some certain conclusions. Additionally, I've known two people personally who "died" and then were returned, and reported their own NDEs which never really made it into the literature, and I have to wonder how many other thousands of times that has happened, with few or none the wiser for it.

One of those who died and came back was "dcmb1490" from ATS, whom I also knew from outside that site. He died on the operating table, and then was returned. A few months later, he died for good, of cancer. He told me, in that time in-between deaths, that he was transported to something like "a huge meadow", filled with flowers. He could feel other "people" there, but couldn't see anyone. One thing that stuck out to me is that he said "there were no shadows. None at all. it seemed like the light came from everywhere, and that left no place for shadows to form" He said that the flowers in the meadow were the most colorful, the most beautiful he had ever seen.

And then he was sent back to finish living his life. I don't know what else he had to accomplish, but whatever it was, it only took him a few months before he left for good.

One of the last things he told me was that, because of that experience, he was no longer afraid to die... which he had been before.

The other individual died in childbirth, bled out, and was revived using I suppose gallons of blood to replace what was leaking out. She had what we would think of as a more traditional "religious" experience of death, and was a bit put out at being sent back from what she perceived of as "bliss". However, she too is no longer afraid to die, due to that experience.

What I have gathered from that report, as well as many more "traditional religious" experiences from the NDE literature, is that most of those folks calibrated in that direction see a "religious figure". Oddly, perhaps, they all identify that figure with prominent religious figures from their own religious tenets... but I do not know of any actual cases where that figure identified ITSELF. it has always been the supposition of the viewer that has made the identification, rather than the religious figure confirming that. It seems to be content to allow them to think what they want to think regarding it's identity.

So, Muslims will see "Mohammed" or "the Imam" during those experiences, where Christians will see "Jesus", and Hindus will see "Buddha", etc. it seems to me that they are all seeing the SAME religious figure, but that their own experiences are being allowed to color whom that might be, whom they identify it as.

So, I think the reality of the afterlife is far greater than we can conceive it to be. I think it is far more all-encompassing than the various "religions" will allow for it to be. I think that many religions act as boundaries to limit what people believe will be experienced.

I think the reality of it is far greater than we can understand, because we have been made to wear blinders so that we can only see in one, approved, direction, and have to ignore all the other potentials because we are no being allowed to see them.

However, I have no doubt that there is "something" beyond this life. it's just that the "something" there is far more than we can see for now.

Breaking the prohibition on religious quotes, I would like to offer at least some small support for this "wider" viewpoint from the Bible itself - "For now, we see as through a glass, darkly. But then we will KNOW, even as we are known".

You may make of that quote from Corinthians what you will. I choose to see it far more broadly than the average "Christian", though.

I prefer not to attempt to put human limits on Deity.

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That's actually quite beautiful, really. 

I have the opposite of a fear of death. An odd comfort with it. I have a feeling I'm going "home" when I do finally pass on (this time). That's a feeling that I can't describe. I guess it's because I have found the kingdom of heaven while on this earth and in this life. I've entered into that kingdom. It is indescribable and has brought me a joy this world couldn't even imagine up. Knowing that I've only had a morsel of the kingdom of God, and how awesome that was, then whatever is waiting for God's children on the other side is greater than our minds can fathom. My soul is at ease with whatever is waiting for me on the other side. 

Something greater than this is still to be seen once we "Cross over." I have no doubt about that.

"he was transported to something like "a huge meadow", filled with flowers. He could feel other "people" there, but couldn't see anyone. One thing that stuck out to me is that he said "there were no shadows. None at all. it seemed like the light came from everywhere, and that left no place for shadows to form" He said that the flowers in the meadow were the most colorful, the most beautiful he had ever seen."

Okay, so I've seen something exactly like this in a handful of dreams now.

In these dreams I'm walking with God. I cannot see him, but I'm walking through this meadow, or huge garden, and as we are strolling casually through this beautiful place, that yeah, no shadows, the most beautiful colors and smells and sounds I've ever heard, and as we walk I am asking questions and getting answers. It's as if God is explaining things to me that I had been asking about. Things I had been meditating on for years. In other dreams it's as of he is sharing wisdoms and insights with Mr. In one of them it was actually Moses and David I was walking with, as they were also talking with me in this way. These are beautiful and peaceful dreams.

But, when I wake up I don't remember anything that was said.