What happens after we die?

What happens after we die?
Has anyone here been clinically dead?
Is anyone here currently dead?

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On the inside I have been for the past two decades.

Here's what happens, you enter a dreamless sleep state for eternity.
E.g. nothing. You don't notice, you don't think, you dont understand, you dont watch, see or contemplate, nothing, nothing happens and you are not conscious of anything.
Time passes as if you were asleep without dreams but you just don't wake up.
It's not something to be scared or happy about its just nothing.

I hear some pretty nasty stories of people coming back frightened due to visions of hell. So probably that.

I died after my 3rd suicide attempt. I was in purgatory with the two people I found most responsible for my death- my old best friend Brandon, and my ex-lover, Kayla. Kayla told me that she loved me after all, and that I wouldn't hope to understand unless I went to hell.

I told God, who came to us three as a Janitor in a great warehouse (which I discovered was Purgatory, or rather, the place that files you into Purgatory or heaven), that I felt I was not deserving of heaven after killing myself and putting so much pain on my great friends and family. Brandon was happy to let me know that no one showed up to my funeral. I was surprised that my parents even took it seriously that I wanted a funeral- I always thought they would have me cremated as per family values. I wondered if they played the right song at my funeral, this one- youtube.com/watch?v=pUxjo5L4rkk

anyway, I begged God to watch over the Earth with him in heaven. He said I did not yet earn that right, and that it only comes to truly holy men. I told him then that I would prove myself to him in any way that I could, that I could aspire to attain this right. It was my greatest dream, it was the only thing I've ever wanted since I was a little kid.

So he said: "You will have to go back to hell, to the Earth from whence you came. Then and only then will you find the holiness in you necesarry to fulfill this duty- the duty of saints."

I said to him, "I don't truly believe I could be saintly... but I will try. I will have to. It is my dream, my only ambition."

So I saw a flash of light in my 3rd suicide attempt. I was standing in the road at night in a rural area, on a blind corner. I saw the car swerve around me, and I saw the possibilities of what could have happen before me. This was my first "awakening", as is called in some occult circles. I started to see reality as it truly was- a set of different possibilities.

cont.

Stfu and none of that's true.

I started using this power for very stupid, selfish reasons. I started to be able to communicate with people's minds at will. I tried leading people to a good place, while still messing with people I felt deserved it. Several times I forced Donald Trump to hallucinate the sound of me pissing into the toilet (just a sign of disrespect). I played jokes on humanity by leading Donald Trump's hate campaign, and reassured him that if he was staunch about building the mexican border wall he'd have the republican vote. It worked.

But what I saw after death... about a year after I came back to Earth, the devil came to me in a vision. I knew it wasn't physical, but I could see the convulsion of static that appeared as his spectre. He told me it was time that I saw what lie beyond death. He told me that it was time I saw what the occultists sometimes call "The Door" or "The Gate". I knocked on it, and it cracked open. The devil said he was just there to show me the door, and I told him I knew that he didn't want anyone to see what was behind it.

What lied behind was pure bliss and light. It filled me with an emotion that was beyond human capacity. I felt new gateways of energy open inside my mind, and I understood that celestial bodies had a form of consciousness just as we (scientifically backed, as both entities hold electromagnetic fields that coalesce in complicated ways- I believe this is the essence of consciousness).

This Light told me that it was God. I didn't believe it, because God could not be known to mortal men. He told me it would make sense in time. It still doesn't, at least not fully.

I was filled with this bliss and forgiveness, this love from on High for nearly a year and a half. I fostered the feeling so it wouldn't leave. He warned me that there was another force in this world, bent on stopping me at every turn I had.

I told God the only thing I wanted was Love.

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I believe that our soul or consciousness (or whatever you want to call it) goes somewhere else. A new world, a new life. Maybe we remember pieces of our previous selves or not but i really believe that there is more.

Stop pretending and commit suicide already you fucking faggot. If you're pretending to be dead on some website you probably should in the first place.

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If you're lucky, then your pineal gland might release some DMT and you will be tripping balls in your final moments.
After that, it's almost certain that you will be in an internal state of nothingness.
Your brain cells will die and you will cease to exist.

God told me that true Love, the love I experienced behind the gate, was not to be found in women. I told him I wanted a wife, and I wanted a good woman who would make me a good man. He told me that this love would not be found in my first ex, who I wanted back so intensely. I thought he was wrong.

Anyway, the Light fell from me. I started smoking cigarettes. I started drinking. I continued to smoke weed. The whole time I heard warnings from on High that this would lead me astray, and that my enemy would be the victor of a "bet" that I had failed to remember from my vision of the warehouse.

Now I fear a sociopath and a murderer holds the Light. I feel ill, and ill-begotten. I fear that I am not the victor after all, but I follow these words from on High to lead me back to the Light and into heaven.

I am only here to sanctify these unholy grounds. I fear that a war is necesarry, but I will do everything in my power to prevent it, as best I can.

Now that a liar holds the power of the Light, however... I fear hope is waning. Perhaps this is too soon to give up. Maybe I simply just need to be pious. This is hard. Very hard. I browse Sup Forums regularly... maybe I should stop, the porn is too much.

All I know for certain, Sup Forums, is that I died. And I've continued to die several times, but would hear just before my attempt, "now is not your time", and I would narrowly escape my self imposed death nearly 14 times now.

I don't care if no one considers this true. It's just nice to scribble my story on the subway walls.

I am not Holy. At least, not anymore. But the so-called "Holy" one is a false prophet and a liar, and will continue to corrupt state and church alike.

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You may want to believe that. But there is absolutely no evidence whatsoever to suggest or reason to believe that it is the case.

This question is particularly hard to answer because we don't quite know when a person is actually dead. Sure they cease function after immediate decapitation or when a shotgun explodes their heads outward. But let's just say a person dies of natural causes with body intact. A skilled doctor can easily resuscitate and there have been instances where the person, indeed, does come back to the living world. So first define death, then you will have the answer to the million dollar question.

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My grandfather died and came back. He was stuck in the bottom of a dark well and he couldn't climb out.

Another relative of mine (unrelated to my grandfather) died and said he was in a void type place. He said he was visited by three angels and was shown terrible/gruesome visions.

Cry me a river, cookiepuss

Nothing.

If you think it carefully enough, you'll realize that you're already dead, is just that your brain doesn't know it and deludes you into the perception of you as a separate being watching and influencing your sorroundings.

In reality, you're just a temporary partially-ordinated fluctuation of matter, and (one of) the emergent features of your way of processing information is the perception of being conscious and alive.

There's no reason to believe it isn't the case either. No one who dies and stays dead gets to come back and talk about it. Science can theorize all they'd like, but they can prove as little about life after death or lack thereof as religion can.

i was born dead.

it was a homebirth too, so my parents were freaking the fuck out. i have no clue what death is like, but i'm sure it's something similar to Sup Forums

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Let's all hope it's this

Those were the times...

Not much, things were pretty serious with your mom and I

my dad has been clinically dead 3 times, told me heaven was bullshit.

I believe death will be exactly like before you were born, complete nothingness, no consciousness

return me to the void senpai

Overdosed twice, by accident.
After you let go of the panic and accept whatever comes, it is pure peace that fades into black.

you're just being silly. Why don't we reincarnate into an elephant's butthole? We have no reason to believe we don't reincarnate as an elephant's butthole.

>Has anyone here been clinically dead?
I was dead for over 10 minutes during an emergency room operation is what they told me later.. I was already on a respirator but they broke 4 of my ribs doing CPR.

I was riding my motorcycle one night on the interstate, a car changed lanes into my path and pushed me into a truck. I had an open chest wound and my blood pressure dropped too low so my heart stopped. But I was was conscious when they wheeled me in to surgery.

I have to say I felt really strange for a full month after that happened, not just because of the sedatives and pain killers, there was definitely something else like my brain wasn't the same. I felt like a stranger trapped in my own body, if that makes sense.

this.
you and me brother.
fuck all the religions. it's just nothing you can make a profit with.
enjoy life while it lasts