My great grandma passed away today, and left this life with 98 years of history behind her.
As only my second death close to me, I find myself wondering “where did she go?” – “was she scared?” – “will I see her again?”. Much as I did when my other grandma died 10 years ago. Only this time I’m at a different place in life, and more open to other possibilities of the “afterlife”.
I’ve never been religious, and really have no idea what I believe happens to us after we pass on from this life. I like to think that she’ll be waiting for me when I pass many years from now… (Or tomorrow, who knows) and I will in fact see her again. But then again, I find myself sometimes entertaining the Buddhist beliefs that you move on to another life based on your karma from this life.. Which would make me think that you just pass on to a whole new life, never to see your loved ones from this life again. Which that thought makes me very sad.
I would love to hear some different perspectives and theories on death, and what happens next. I feel that I very much believe your soul goes somewhere, and the body is simply a vehicle for this life. Pondering these things in some way makes me not feel so sad about her passing.
Read “Tibetan Book of The Living and Dying” It’ll give you a great insight and preparation for what death is. . . to the well organized mind its the next big adventure. And that book isn’t religious in the sense that they try and convert you, they give a straight forward description. It makes sense.
The Kybalion also helps to understand some things.
I strongly believe that we don’t cease to exists when we die, it’s just a transition to something else. I like that view since when one experiences something in an altered state of mind, such a psydelics or lucid dreaming, or else, one still exists within himself, even if your mind is going bollocks and you are becoming something else, if you experience lucid dreaming, and normal vivid dreams, in both cases you exist, it’s just that in lucid dreaming you have your concious in it, and in your vivid dreams your unconcious becomes the state of conciousness. But in both you experience what is happening apart of which is your state of conciousness.
It’s that “primordial essence” that is observing all that’s happening, and when that essence isn’t active, such the case of faints, sleep without dreaming, etc, you don’t experience the non existance, you just transport into the next block of existance, the next morning, or when you wake up from fainting. Your body and brain exists within the reality in those moments, but your essence isn’t there.
@nacrox I heard a piece on a talk radio station recently about there being 10 levels of consciousness, and feel what you’re saying may relate to that.
I recently just really have grown an interest in the mind, the separation of the physical brain and the non physical mind, consciousness, and the wonder of just being so interesting. Just wondering what this whole life on earth means in the non religious grand scheme of things. And I guess my grandma passing had only heightened my curiosity.
I wish I would have had these interests when I was 18, so I would just know what I wanted to learn more about. Now I’m late 20s with bills and established in a different career. Such is life I suppose ✌️
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@drallarnnat, awesome… “Try and imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up. Think about that. Children think about that. It’s one of the great wonders of life. What will it be like to go to sleep and never wake up. And if you think long enough about that, something will happen to you. You will find out, among other things, that it will pose the next question for you… What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That was when you were born”. I’ve never once had that thought before.
But the question that stems next for me is this… WHERE are you born again after going to sleep and not waking up? Is it in this world, dimension, level of consciousness we are familiar with today? Perhaps my grandma was reborn somewhere else in space and time as we know it, on this earth, and is living and breathing today. Or perhaps the concept of time mixes all up when you die, and maybe she was reborn in the past or the future? Man o man.. I wish I knew the answers! It’s been just racking my brain wishing I knew. Losing someone that has been in your life for your entire time on this earth is such an odd feeling. I wish I could backtrack in time, back to when I was little, and know how it feels to lose her. So then I would have spent much more time with her throughout my entire life up until now.
Thanks for sharing :)
I would like to share an excerpt from a book I recently read that describes the story of a man who was dead for 7 days, but then came back to life. In it he explains the events leading up to his death, and what he experienced while he was dead. The story is somewhat long and would take up a good chunk of this thread, so I’ll summarize everything leading up to his death.
This man worked in Singapore as a policemen where he specialized in negotiation. The day before he died he went to a Buddhist temple where he encountered a head priestess. She stopped and told him that he was in grave danger, that he had a dark spot floating above his head, and that he should stay home for the next couple of days to avoid any accidents. Unfortunately, the next day he had to goto work, where he was sent to negotiate a woman off a bridge and from committing suicide. Him and his partner went to the bridge and was able to convince the woman not kill herself. While they were standing on the side of the road, a car swerved and was about to hit all 3 of them. The man pushed his partner and the woman aside, but was hit by the swerving car. This is where the excerpt starts:
“Like I said, I felt nothing. I woke up to find people
swarming all over the accident scene. I tried to talk to
them but no one would answer me. I saw my partner and
the woman standing there and thought, “Good, I
managed to save them.” Then suddenly I was bathed in
Five colors came to greet me. They were incredibly
bright, but somehow you could look at them without
pain. Yellow, green, blue, red, and white, they all shone
down on me. Then without warning, I was in the real
Light. It’s white but cannot really be labeled with a color.
Call it bright. It is bright beyond the sun, but that
brightness does not hurt your eyes. All I knew was that I
wanted to go into that light. And I realized that
this light was not somewhere outside myself,
but rather within my own heart. It resides within all
our hearts; the light connects us all.
There were many people standing in the light with me,
going into it one by one. They were all naked. I looked
down at myself and saw that I was naked too. There
were several really beautiful girls around me, but I had no
interest in them. I had what felt like a child’s innocence; it
was then that I knew I had died. I realized that we are
born into the world naked and exit the world naked as
well; we take nothing with us but our innermost thoughts
and feelings in the end.
I was ready to go into the light myself when suddenly
Huang-Ti, the holy emperor of the Chinese people,
appeared before me and told me that it was not my time
yet, that I had to go back. I don’t know if it was really
Huang-Ti or a spirit that had taken his shape to make me
feel more comfortable and to get my attention. He told
me many things then that I am not at liberty to discuss.
He stroked my hair and said he would be waiting for me
Then I was back on earth. I could not move. I
realized with a start that I was inside a coffin!
I could only move one hand, so I began to bang on
the coffin’s lid again and again. After a time, I heard a
little girl’s voice. I tried to shout but only a strange noise
came out. Somebody screamed. The lid was opened and
I saw people staring at me.
I found out later that I was on my way to be burned;
they had opened the coffin thirty minutes before my
cremation. What had saved me was the Chinese custom
of waiting for one week before burning the dead. My
niece heard me banging on the coffin; at first she was
afraid of me—she thought I was a ghost—but then she
tried to talk to me. Her bravery saved my life.
I was taken to a hospital. Both my legs were broken,
and one arm. My face was a mess and I had lost an eye;
seventeen operations later my looks are almost back to
normal. And amazingly, I received a present from the
Beyond: I spoke fluent Mandarin Chinese, whereas
before my accident I spoke only English! This was a gift
from Huang-Ti, I think. It is to him that I owe my current
occupation as a translator.
And do you know what is the truly astonishing part of
the story? Remember the head priestess at the temple?
Well, she disappeared the night of my accident. After
seven days, the day of my funeral, they opened the
locked door to her room and found her. She had been
dead for seven days! They also found a letter from her to
me. Writing that letter was the last thing she did.
“I think she chose to die in my place,” Bobby
concluded, “taking my karma onto herself. I hope to be
able to repay her kindness, in this life or the next. But you
know what?” He smiled. “What I want more than
anything else is to be able to go back into that light
Yes, this is the story of a real person, and probably can be verified by an investigator or professional researcher. When I tried looking up more information on this story myself I ran into some difficulties that I’ll go into, but here are the author’s own words regarding the validity of this story:
“Bobby had been dead for seven days, but sprang
back to life on the day of his funeral. His story is the
parable I use whenever I try to convince people to
attempt meditation. I would like to share it here with you
in hopes that you, too, will learn from it. Like all stories
and anecdotes in this text, it’s true, and anyone with
enough perseverance could probably meet the man and
verify the story for himself.”
First difficulty, the author of the book never used anyone’s real name in order to protect their privacy. I don’t know to what extent he obscured personal information in order to protect these people’s identities, but I believe he kept as true as he could to the original story.
Secondly, being that this happen in Singapore, I don’t know if the report describing this incident is in english or chinese. Probably in chinese and if it is, I’m out of luck because searching the web for content in chinese is almost impossible for me.
Thirdly, this story happen before the year of 2002. Most likely (and this is just a guess based on other things I’ve read in the book) this incident occurred between the 1980s and late 1990s. This is an issue because I don’t know if the record of this event was documented electronically.
With all that said, I was able to come across this Wiki page listing the deaths of Singapore policemen from the 1900s. This was promising, but after looking through most the deaths I wasn’t able to come across any accounts similar to this story. This also posed another question: If the man is still alive, would he actually be on that list?…. Probably not, but I don’t know.
But yes, this is a very interesting story that does offer a valuable perspective on what happens when we die. I’m happy I was able to come across it, and hope that others can take away from it as well.