What I truly believe is simple, when you die and your heart stops it was proven that you still have consciousness for a few minutes and within these few final moments I believe you will see your entire life again as if you were born again and everything was planned. Then after your final moments when you see your death arriving again you are born again,
But being born again you lose near all of your ability's such as knowledge, the power of wisdom the power to exist
I do have memories of a past existence. Very minimal, but seems very real . I believe our inner energy source exists for eternity., passionate with things you once loved them the most
Upon death, your soul continues to exist, just like it existed before birth. This lifetime is just a temporary experience in physical reality. You will experience many lifetimes in many bodies on many planets.
What if death is a good thing but the society put it like a bad thing!?
I wonder though, if its like a dream after you die, but you only know so much about the universe, what happens when you run out of dreams? Dreams are made of experiences and knowledge, so what happens when you run out it..?
tell me, what are you without your memories, without your dreams, without your powers.
I had to die eight times to find the answer of my life, so let me tell you..you 're just a small dust in a whole wild world after all..
“try and imagine what it would be like to go to sleep and never wake up”
seeing as it’s not an experience i can only imagine it from another’s point of view.
but if it’s the opposite of waking up after having never gone to sleep then won’t it be just closing your eyes to enter to a non existent world It would be your own reality
Death is just like sleeping
You dont have to work or think normally
your free to do anything you want because you own your dream, you own this reality , this fantasy of yours..
So therefore, in the course of nature, once we 've been chosen to see no longer magic in the world anymore, we are no longer fulfilling nature’s game of being aware of it.
There’s no point in it any longer. And so we die. And, so something else comes to birth, which gets an entirely new view.
It is not, therefore, natural for us to wish to prolong life indefinitely. But we live in a culture where it has been rubbed into us in every conceivable way that to die is a terrible thing. And that is a tremendous disease from which our culture, in particular, suffers.