Nobody knows what really happens when we die.

Oeh

now go do all that shit

Those type of people live too much in the material world. They've been spoon fed up the ass their entire lives and probably have rich kid problems.

True, OP.

This is very true.

In all probability though, a person just wakes up at a point in time as if nothing happened.

Consciousness can exist outside a torus field in tact. Where does it go?

Link to claim "Consciousness can exist outside a torus field in tack"; wanna see that.

You can stop your heart if you want proof.

I have experienced it. Like getting sucked into space very fast. Now here is my theory.

When a person dies they just recycle and have no clue because they have dmt overload at death.

Like literally you could die tomorrow and you wouldn't know it. You might just start existing a week earlier as if everything was honkey dory. Even if you grew old and died you could still come back to that week before today.

Or anytime really. Any place where time has existed and you have a connection too.

Now when someone figure's out enough they start dyeing and coming back earlier in relation to when they died. Until eventually they ascend this process. When they ascend, it is the last time. No more recycle. Sometimes these people realise this sometimes they don't. If you do, well then shit you really wouldn't believe it yourself unless of course you knew the process in advance.

The ones who do, well, you might call them gods. I would call them tricky :)

Here is something else nobody knows, not even me.

Everyone can do this process in this lifetime before the planet ruined beyond our control.

It is a simple process but there must be a bond forged with one and everything that does not contain the I am presence.

This bond is not simple at all. I think I could explain the process if anyone was interested.

You die every time you sleep, and wake upon the morrow. Your body lays upon the slab and rather seems forgotten, while spirit soars to worlds untold, the soul no less engaged. Your mind and will and all you feel are tangible either way. In waking oft is mirror used to see what you've become and in sleep the makeup fades. A layer of abstraction stripped, the experience no less profound. That which was can be again by merely taking thought, the sights and sounds and tastes and smells, once lived and many times forgotten. Where you've been, you surely know, but in Deja Vu you ponder how. Five minutes passed but days you spent until the daydream was interrupted. Alarm clock sounds and gone is the world you spent a life exploring. Must focus now on the day ahead, no time for make believe. So much to do, to earn, to buy, so that it can be remembered later, assuming it will even come to mind.

I do!