Has anyone figured out what happens when we die? Seriously?

Reincarntaion my friend has the most evidence to date. Look at case of kids claiming to be somebody is recent past life, their stories will amaze you. Do you have images that remain in your head over your lifetime that you cannot explain ? Those are past life flashes.

Read this story

[link to gnosticwarrior.com]

I know, I died 4 times in my coma, anyone that knows me here knows my story and has seen pictures.

I would tell you but, I would most likely be ridiculed here for it.

Many thousands of people around the world, including myself, are following a serious spiritual path. Why?

Because impressions (memories) of more elevated times have been stirred and the contrast between then and now is clearly seen.

When you die you wake up.

This life is a karmonic avatar of shit

(I just made that word up)

You'll be back in 50 years in a better life after you die.

God also chastised, several times, that He is the God of the living, not the dead.

(The god of the dead is satan, by God's permission.)

There are "gulfs", with great divides, outlined in both the Bible and in the apocrypha, such as Enoch I, which demonstrate that there are spiritual places that could be called waiting places.

When I died, thanks to Lyme disease stopping my heart, it was totally unexpected and I did not then believe in God.

I was living in NYC, just after I graduated from a screamingly liberal college there, and God just did not fit into the scheme of my lifestyle.

After all, the colleges tell us that any sort of spiritual belief is a holdover for superstitious, uneducated civilizations. Who wants to be considered intellectually pedestrian?

As for my "religious" background, my family was Christian in official name only. We went to services maybe twice a year...Christmas and Easter. And I really didn't understand why we were there at all. We didn't talk about God ever. I do recall, though, the one time I did ask my father if God was real. I must have been around 9 or 10 years old at that time. He looked at me and said, "I hope there is, but there is no way to know. It would be nice if there were."

He was an engineer and a pilot. Very analytical. To him, a logical mind was the closest thing to God that he could imagine.

He died about five years later. Cancer. I took it then as he told me to during his fight...death is a biological fact of living at all.

Then I died at age 24.

Imagine my surprise when I was yanked out of my body like someone had grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. I was moving backward out of my face-down corpse against my will. I saw me for about 2 seconds and then, woosh!....

Imagine traveling across the entire universe in a fraction of a second, except time doesn't really exist anymore. You just understand in your mind how much distance you have covered and how quickly it happened. It is an inherent knowing...plus the sensation of moving at that speed. That alone is pretty impressive...like you could write an entire sci-fi novel on just that sensation impressive...like time and space were collapsed right in front of your face.

So, there I was, in the velvet black of the edge of the universe, so very far from earth in every sense of the thought. I had no normal physical body, I think, but I do recall trying to thrash my arms and legs around in the void of space, like trying to tread water without much experience at the task, and those limbs FELT like they were there. Ok, I am more than a little embarrassed about this, but I kicked my legs a lot, because I was afraid that I might start falling, instead of hovering in place, like I was at that time. So, that's how I know about the leg part. I never felt like I did not have a body. It just wasn't the body that I have HERE.

There, I was not sick. I did not hurt. I was not dizzy anymore. I just was, whole.

I had a little while to look around then. I could see pinprick stars around me. Off to my right, I could see what seemed to be three stars growing brighter, still a long way off, but getting closer. As they neared, I realized that their light had voices. They were people.

Then, directly in front of me, I saw this faint line of orange light that was parallel with the horizon, if you could imagine one in deep space, like a very far away sunrise. Then that orange line slowly thickened. As it rapidly grew and neared, it also grew in height and color. It was orange and gold and it became a tsunami wall of fire. Burning gold and red fire. The fire burned scarlet and the gold glistened and twinkled in the fire, intermingled.

As it approached, I realized that I had never seen a building or even a mountain taller than this incoming wave of twinkling fire, and I had skied the Alps by then. This was MASSIVE by scale, universal in size, and there was no way out. It was headed in at millions of miles per hour to crash over and through me and I was helpless to move even one inch. So I kicked and paddled my invisible arms and legs around in the velvet black of space and got absolutely nowhere.

It hit me, head on.

I felt all of it.

I drowned in it.

As a human body, a wave can only wash over your outside.

As a spirit body, the wave of God washes into every pore of what and who you are.

That is what I felt.

The fire poured into me, through me, almost blasting me apart.

In fact, a voice said to me in my head, I can destroy what I made. There was a tug, gentle but firm at what seemed to be the fibers of what made my spirit exist. I knew exactly what the voice meant, because I knew that even a slightly harder tug would literally make me turn into nothingness. I could feel it when He pulled at the threads.

Then, while still engulfed by the fire, I was shown the entire universe as a cloth weaved of golden light. And that thread is made of God.

What I saw needs further explanation, because it is so hard to put into words what is shot into your head as instant understanding. This is the best that I can do in this world:

Look at a piece of cloth under a microscope. You will probably see threads intertwined with each other, but between the weave you will see spaces of nothingness...just air between the weave.

Now imagine that thread is made of God's energy. Woven to make all of creation. Including you and me. In between the creation threads, God left empty spaces. And He left them there on purpose, because we are each supposed to fill up those spaces.

In my vision/lesson, I was shown "beads" of light and dark. (There really is no better way to describe it here, even though these beads are each testimonies of your actions in life.)

Christ only has to look at the spaces between the golden threads to understand and know what you did with your life, because you will show either beads of light or beads of darkness in the spaces between.

These are the spaces created for free will.

They are not of God and they are not of the devil.

They are YOUR choices.

On these you are judged.

Having said this, this former atheist looked down at the ratio of light-to-dark "beads" and the prognosis was not good for me, and I knew it, after what I had just been shown.

Then the craziest thing happened, or so I then thought. I have since learned that it was an act of love;

I was blasted through with the fire. Literally through every pore of my being. I thought God was trying to pull me to pieces. I saw my fabric. I saw the beads. I saw them all burn, all of them. I thought I would die forever, because the blast was like nothing an atom bomb could ever try to match,

In the end, I was left floating in the universe again, in the starry, quiet velvet, entirely sandblasted inside and out by my encounter with God.

Then, very unceremoniously, I was dumped back into my body.

No whooshing. No nothing. Just slam-dunked into a corpse. Like space didn't even exist, either.

I got up feeling like I just got hit by a truck, surrounded by French people in a foreign hospital.

I have since learned that I was literally baptized by fire, and I am so very grateful.

I have severely screwed up since that time, multiple times, in terms of being right with God. But my ultimate take-away from my OBE, as negative as it seemed at the time, there is a God who loves me so much that he would drag me across the entire universe just to have a discussion with me about my lifestyle.

Not only that, but He washed me clean in fire so that He could call me one of His own going forward.

God..... I'll be honest. I'm so lost and confused when it comes to whether or not I should believe in religion.

I've prayed countless times... and never once have I been answered. I've begged for some obvious sign, or a "please just talk to me!".. kind of moment more times than i'd like to admit..... always the same outcome... nothing what so ever.

That being said, I do not doubt that there IS some "supreme creator/being"... but the "bible god" we are told to worship.... let's face the honest truth.... there hasn't been any "for sure" proof that it's for real....

But then.... in the same breath... how the hell did we get here? I mean... how did it all begin in the first place?

Hence the confusion I have towards religion. I'd love to just blindly follow the "one true god that will forgive you for your sins if you just believe and have faith in him/her"... but how can you do that and not feel a bit like a simpleton?

Have you ever repented / asked God for forgiveness of your sins?

Have you ever asked Jesus to be your Savior?

Long story short....

I just need to know if there is ANYTHING to look forward to once you die...

Have you ever repented / asked God for forgiveness of your sins?

Have you ever asked Jesus to be your Savior?

I think there's plenty of circumstantial evidence for proof of an afterlife - NDEs, ghost sightings/haunted places, drug "trips", deep meditative states where people report accessing other realms, numerous mystical/religious texts, magick, etc.

That being said, I don't think you're going to get your answer from someone else. You're going to have to go within.

My personal belief is that there is an afterlife, which probably varies depending on how that person lived their life on Earth. "Good" people may go to a heavenly place to relax, rest, and learn for as long as they choose. Then eventually they may feel the need to incarnate again if they get "bored". Rinse and repeat.

I am of no specific religion or practice.

Long story short....

I just need to know if there is ANYTHING to look forward to once you die...

This life has really fucked me over hardcore, and my heart is not long until it gives out due to the stress i've dealt with nonstop for almost 40 years.

Honestly.. even if "the lights go out" and that's that.. is acceptable at this point... I've gone through so much bullshit with my ex constantly causing me drama over our kids for the past 18 years, that I just can't physically or mentally take this crap anymore!

When my father died back in 2002, at age 48, the morning after my birthday no less, my mother went to see a "psychic" shortly afterwards with his sister (my aunt) and they purposely told the lady nothing at all regarding any details that could clue her in... and yet somehow.. she knew that my fathers truck tire was flat for the past week... which is a completely random thing to "get as a message from the other side"... Because of THAT though, I felt that somehow, our "conscience/soul/energy" continues on after death in some way, shape or form.. at least for some sort of time frame.

So seriously.... does ANYONE honestly KNOW what happens once our body shuts down? (aside from that DMT brain activity part people talk about)

I guess I just need some peace of mind... who wouldn't?

SO give it to me straight.... do we just completely cease to exist ... or do we go to "heaven".... or reincarnate.. or just live on a different plane/dimension??

Love all the replies. Thank you all for taking the time to share your beliefs and experiences.

I think the only sure fire way to know what happens when we die... is to simply wait and see when the time comes.

Again, I thank you all for everything.

we die and stay dead that so simple