was legally dead for several minuetes and there was nothing but blackness and nothingness, no afterlife

Then you were in the right place, you became one with the whole. As you were before becoming living matter. I bet they encourage you to return back to this dimension. They are good at doing this. Personally, I call it manipulation...

lol yea it's total BS. 1 star for you OP

A range ban would be a group or "range" of IP addresses that are banned or blocked. Why would they do they? Well, a guy might be a jerk on GLP and they ban his IP address, he resets his router and gets a new IP address. He breaks the rules again, and they notice that the "new" Ip address is similar to the old one. So to keep him from doing it over and over again... they ban a group or range of IP addresses. Your IP address is one in that range....

As for an IP address... to over simplify it... think of it as a phone number for your computer. One that can be changed by resetting your equipment.

I hope that clears it up.

Yes, the DMT brain dump THEORY is simply a THEORY... There is no evidence this occurs. NONE...

No autopsy has found a "HIGH DOSE" of DMT centered in a certain part of the brain.

As for why we would "evolve" a fake after death experience...
How would that happen? Why would that happen? and thanks for admitting that Atheists are less envolved.

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clinically dead ? Who sure do you think the doctors know that you were dead and not in a deep koma ?

If you pinal gland did not activate then you wasn't dead after all.

And Irak had Weapon of mass destruction ? And cancer is not cureable yes you are right. Mr.Sheep

life---blackness---life

Think about this pattern.
One way you could experience this is if you were to close your eyes and block your ears. The problem is that you would still be thinking and therefore you would know that time is going by and eventually you would start to imagine things so you can fill that time with something.
So therefor it would not be that pattern.

You might argue that since your brain is not working you can't imagine things to fill that time of blackness. But that's the thing, without the perception of time there is no understanding or recognising the blackness. Its just not possible.

There is another way though, its called blinking and usually you don't recognise each blink. This is the only way that you could experience this pattern but there is simply not enough time for the pattern memorable experience for you to talk about.

So if its true that there is nothing but blackness when you die there would be no one who remembers it as it would be identical to the same thing you experience over 15000 times a day.

Nice use of the Confirmation bias. But your point is pointless.

Thank you very much for your response. It makes sense and I appreciate you taking the time to explain it to me. I knew I hadn't done anything and just clicked and seen a you have been banned. I frequent the website often for years and enjoy it. thank you again.

Life is a mystery. There are different stages to life. First you are born. Next you live your life. Then you die. You say there is no afterlife. Reminds me of a story about twins in the womb thinking that there is no afterlife once they leave mommy. It goes like this:

Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the womb. Seconds, minutes, hours passed as the two embryonic lives developed. The spark of life grew and each tiny brain began to take shape and form. With the development of their brain came feeling, and with feeling, perception--a perception of surroundings, of each other, and their own lives. They discovered that life was good and they laughed and rejoiced in their hearts.

One said to the other, "We are so lucky to have been conceived and to have this wonderful world."

The other chimed in, "Yes, blessed be our mother who gave us life and each other."

Each of the twins continued to grow and soon their arms and fingers, legs and toes began to take shape. They stretched their bodies and churned and turned in their little world. They explored it and found the life cord which gave them life from their mother's blood. They were grateful for this new discovery and sang, "How great is the love of our mother - that she shares all she has with us!".

Weeks passed into months and with the advent of each new month, they noticed a change in each other and in themselves.

"We are changing," one said. "What can it mean?"

"It means", said the other, "that we are drawing near to birth."

An unsettling chill crept over the two. They were afraid of birth, for they knew that it meant leaving their wonderful world behind.

Said the one, "Were it up to me, I would live here forever."

"But we must be born," said the other. "It has happened to all the others". Indeed, there was evidence inside the womb that the mother had carried life before theirs. "And I believe that there is life after birth, don't you?"

"How can there be life after birth?" cried the one. "Do we not shed our life cord and also the blood tissue when we are born? And have you ever talked to anyone that has been born? Has anyone ever re-entered the womb after birth to describe what birth is like? NO!" As he spoke, he fell into despair, and in his despair he moaned, "If the purpose of conception and our growth inside the womb is to end in birth, then truly our life is senseless." He clutched his precious life cord to his breast and said, "And if this is so, and life is absurd, then there really can be no mothers!"

"But there is a mother", protested the other. "Who else gave us nourishment? Who else created this world for us?"

"We get our nourishment from this cord -- and our world has always been here," said the one. "And if there is a mother -- where is she? Have you ever seen her? Does she ever talk to you? No! We invented the mother when we were young because it satisfied a need in us. It made us feel secure and happy."

Thus, while the one raved and despaired, the other resigned himself to birth and placed his trust in the hands of his mother. Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. And soon it was time. They both knew their birth was at hand, and they both feared what they did not know.

As the one was first to be conceived, so he was the first to be born, the other following.

They cried as they were born into the light. They coughed out fluid and gasped the dry air. And when they were sure they had been born, they opened their eyes -- seeing life after birth for the very first time. What they saw was the beautiful eyes of their mother, as they were cradled lovingly in her arms. They were home.


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If you still believe into the TV science then you will never find the truth this is what holds you back.

^this!!

stop drinking fluoride.. detox. meditate. die again. tell us your experience then

Yep this is the truth. Many people don't produce DMT...so I guess they just see a black void when they die.

then you weren't dead

You came back to life, you were clinically dead, many issues here.

Welcome back to purgatory.

you have to die illegally, thats when you see the good shit

SPAWN OF SATAN, THING OF EVIL, THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST COMMANDS YOU TO FLEE BACK TO HELL WHERE YOU BELONG.

THE NAME HAS POWER, THE NAME IS A SIGN AND A SYMBOL THAT DRIVES YOU AND DEFEATS YOU.

BEGONE, CHILD OF SATAN, BACK INTO THE FILTH WHENCE YOU CAME.

I have enough personal proof that we persist after we are gone. You don't have to believe, but I know.

full account here

[link to near-death.com]

Howard Storm was in intense agony and dying.]

Struggling to say goodbye to my wife, I wrestled with my emotions. Telling her that I loved her very much was as much of a goodbye as I could utter because of my emotional distress.

Sort of relaxing and closing my eyes, I waited for the end. This was it, I felt. This was the big nothing, the big blackout, the one you never wake up from, the end of existence. I had absolute certainty that there was nothing beyond this life – because that was how really smart people understood it.

While I was undergoing this stress, prayer or anything like that never occurred to me. I never once thought about it. If I mentioned God's name at all it was only as a profanity.

For a time there was a sense of being unconscious or asleep. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but I felt really strange, and I opened my eyes. To my surprise I was standing up next to the bed, and I was looking at my body laying in the bed.

My first reaction was, "This is crazy! I can't be standing here looking down at myself. That's not possible."

This wasn't what I expected, this wasn't right. Why was I still alive? I wanted oblivion. Yet I was looking at a thing that was my body, and it just didn't have that much meaning to me.

Now knowing what was happening, I became upset. I started yelling and screaming at my wife, and she just sat there like a stone. She didn't look at me, she didn't move – and I kept screaming profanities to get her to pay attention. Being confused, upset, and angry, I tried to get the attention of my room-mate, with the same result. He didn't react.

I wanted this to be a dream, and I kept saying to myself, "This has got to be a dream."

But I knew that it wasn't a dream. I became aware that strangely I felt more alert, more aware, more alive than I had ever felt in my entire life. All my senses were extremely acute. Everything felt tingly and alive. The floor was cool and my bare feet felt moist and clammy. This had to be real. I squeezed my fists and was amazed at how much I was feeling in my hands just by making a fist.

Then I heard my name. I heard, "Howard, Howard – come here."

Wondering, at first, where it was coming from, I discovered that it was originating in the doorway. There were different voices calling me.

I asked who they were, and they said, "We are here to take care of you. We will fix you up. Come with us."

Asking, again, who they were, I asked them if they were doctors and nurses.

They responded, "Quick, come see. You'll find out."

As I asked them questions they gave evasive answers. They kept giving me a sense of urgency, insisting that I should step through the doorway.

With some reluctance I stepped into the hallway, and in the hallway I was in a fog, or a haze. It was a light-colored haze. It wasn't a heavy haze. I could see my hand, for example, but the people who were calling me were 15 or 20 feet ahead, and I couldn't see them clearly. They were more like silhouettes, or shapes, and as I moved toward them they backed off into the haze. As I tried to get close to them to identify them, they quickly withdrew deeper into the fog. So I had to follow into the fog deeper and deeper.

These strange beings kept urging me to come with them.

I repeatedly asked them where we were going, and they responded, "Hurry up, you'll find out."

They wouldn't answer anything. The only response was insisting that I hurry up and follow them.

They told me repeatedly that my pain was meaningless and unnecessary. "Pain is bullshit," they said.

I knew that we had been traveling for miles, but I occasionally had the strange ability to look back and see the hospital room. My body was still there lying motionless on the bed. My perspective at these times was as if I were floating above the room looking down. It seemed millions and millions of miles away. Looking back into the room, I saw my wife and my room-mate, and I decided they had not been able to help me so I would go with these people.

Walking for what seemed to be a considerable distance, these beings were all around me. They were leading me through the haze. I don't know how long. There was a real sense of timelessness about the experience. In a real sense I am unaware of how long it was, but it felt like a long time – maybe even days or weeks.

As we traveled, the fog got thicker and darker, and the people began to change. At first they seemed rather playful and happy, but when we had covered some distance, a few of them began to get aggressive. The more questioning and suspicious I was, the more antagonistic and rude and authoritarian they became. They began to make jokes about my bare rear end which wasn't covered by my hospital dicky and about how pathetic I was. I knew they were talking about me, but when I tried to find out exactly what they were saying they would say, "Shhhhh, he can hear you, he can hear you."

Then, others would seem to caution the aggressive ones. It seemed that I could hear them warn the aggressive ones to be careful or I would be frightened away.

Wondering what was happening, I continued to ask questions, and they repeatedly urged me to hurry and to stop asking questions. Feeling uneasy, especially since they continued to get aggressive, I considered returning, but I didn't know how to get back. I was lost. There were no features that I could relate to. There was just the fog and a wet, clammy ground, and I had no sense of direction.

All my communication with them took place verbally just as ordinary human communication occurs. They didn't appear to know what I was thinking, and I didn't know what they were thinking. What was increasingly obvious was that they were liars and help was farther away the more I stayed with them.
Hours ago, I had hoped to die and end the torment of life. Now things were worse as I was forced by a mob of unfriendly and cruel people toward some unknown destination in the darkness. They began shouting and hurling insults at me, demanding that I hurry along. And they refused to answer any question.

Finally, I told them that I wouldn't go any farther. At that time they changed completely. They became much more aggressive and insisted that I was going with them. A number of them began to push and shove me, and I responded by hitting back at them.

A wild orgy of frenzied taunting, screaming and hitting ensued. I fought like a wild man. All the while it was obvious that they were having great fun.

No soul = no afterlife. Simple as that. Sad for OP.

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Uhhhhh ghosts... Souls are pure fantasy. There are no souls.

Sad for us all, especially you if that is truly your belief :(

One sure thing is you CANNOT "experience" nothingness because of the nature of nothingness. This is actually the main reason NOBODY can prove there nothing after death while proving there is something is open to debate.

Nope, sure isn't the truth. The TRUTH is, no one knows what happens when you die or why near death experiences exist at all. Stop caring- it isn't like you can avoid it any way.

It is the antithesis of history. Dont burden me with all that. It's your former religion, not mine.

What was your experience?