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

technically... that answers more of a "what happens when you're BORN"... not die. But then... I really don't know what that"memory" was all about... all I know is that it was the 1st thing I can remember, that, and darkness and my moms heartbeat rhythm.

As for my dad, no... his name doesn't not have an "F" in it.
His first name was Vincent (Venicio <-- Portuguese)

OP you should start going to famously haunted locations and investigating for yourself. That way you wont have to wonder if these ghost shows are legit or just fake drama anymore. I plan on doing that eventually.

Not in his middle or last name either?

i would suggest you look for any interviews on youtube with robert munroe, the founder of the munroe institute...

he had over 30 years of out of body experiences and has written 3 books which document his experiences and what he has seen...

he knew the only thing that dies is the body...

the animating stream that keeps your body alive and produces the aura around your body is of a higher vibration then physical matter and can not die...

where you go and what you do after physical death is for you to discover...

Well.... funny you mention that. I'm a bit of what people call "a medium".... And before people say i'm contradicting myself... let me explain a bit.

All my life, my mother and I have shared the ability to sense peoples emotions (empath I think it's referred to) and I can get "cloudy visions" if I hold a persons hand, or sometimes just general contact with them... but since my father passed away, i've suppressed most of it for whatever the reason.

Also, I've messed around with OUIJA boards more than I probably should have (with friends)... and there was one specific occasion... that i'll mention.

My sister, old friend and myself... broke out the standard store bought type board that everyone knows... and we were playing around with it in our living room. Well, we all figured one of us HAD to be moving it around.... so stupid me and my friend.... I put a pantagram on the plastic part that you look through while it's sliding around... and he happen to be wearing a quartz crystal on a necklace...

Well, when that crystal hovered over the clear plastic piece/pentagram.... the shit hit the fan!!

There was flashes of blue/white light(ning) shooting across the ceiling over our heads and the light switch on the wall started flicking back and forth by itself.... and we slid the pointer to "goodbye" and ran our asses off out of the house!

Now with that being said... I don't know exactly what the hell happened, or what caused it.... but something definitely happened... and at that point in our lives (we were all kids)... we figured it was bad spirits/demons/the devil.... or something to that nature.

Still get goosebumps talking about it... 30 years later.

Nope... no "F"in his entire name, first middle or last. (i'm assuming you think maybe the psychic lady was using letters in his name to try to go with something? (get a bite, so to speak)

I'll take a look on youtube tonight, thanks.

Robert Monroe

His books are amazing and he is the real deal and has never been debunked to the best of my knowledge.

This topic has been discussed here many times on glp.

Go to nderf.org and get thee some hope.

I'd love some hope.... that's all anyone really wants, right?

I just hate to think that when you "die"... the lights go out, your unconscious... and that is THAT!

There are just too many strange circumstances that make me feel that "something else" happens after we die, and before we "live" for that matter.

I'm checking out this one on youtube right now.. it's an hour long.

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Actually, I was picking it up on you, around you, thru your father. Maybe even a nickname? Frank? I don't know. Perhaps I assumed the F was your father because it felt like the F came from your father... it was just like a quick click connection and all it said was "F". (I'm still learning/practicing.)

Hell yes tell us!

F and V have a very similar sound though.

There is much to be said about our still inner voice.

I have hope and believe that we will not be worm food.

It takes lots of curiosity, research and maturity to come to that conclusion, at least for me, and it brings me peace. It's easy to believe that we are simply stupid mammals with a meaningless existence.

And btw religion has nothing to do with it.

Learning/practicing what?
I'm a bit of a clairvoyant, though repressed purposely.. which is probably not a good thing to do. Now it all tends to build up on me every so often.

I'd still love to to know what's behind me seeing 9:11 pretty much every day.... then at times weeks/months pass... then there it is again...

First time it started... was 6 months before "9/11"... and I was like.... WHAT!! Nah... it couldn't have been that.

Then I figured maybe it was "something" trying to warn me of impending bad news/danger that was coming my way..

All in all.... still confused. Still miss the heck out of my father, and still never had any kind of "visit" from him since he passed on.

Pretty sure it will be the exact same as before you were born, non existence. We've all been there, hmm really can't even call it there....

^^this

Agreed, please tell us about your experience. Even is it's a snip from the other thread you posted on. "copy and paste" is your friend!

I do mean that HE is there. By witnessing HIS perfection it literally is undeniable. I had no idea what perfection was I mean I knew what it meant but I had never felt anything like it. Nothing wrong could have ever come from HIM. Like everything HE does is perfect and always has been so. I actually take a great deal of relief from that and Love HIM all the more for it. I didn't feel comfortable because I felt I mess up the perfection as I'm not like that but I now realize that is a strength that will never fail and I probably didn't have to leave so fast. Anyway I tell you this because sometimes what you think you lack you might already actually have it just needs to be built upon. The best part of life is having GOD in it and remember loving HIM above all is the first commandment. You see HE wants to be near you and loves you so as I'm sure your heart can agree. Ask for spirit and repent of sin change where you need it and I'm sure the LORD will make HIMSELF known to you.

True, good point. Except that I heard and saw an F.



Oh, sorry about that. Learning/practicing psychic connection. I may be off, but that F still feels persistent with you. Pardon if I'm hittin you with a big miss, lol.



I hear you on your 911 feeling. I had flood dreams the week of Katrina. The images and videos on the news were eerily similar to the dream where I was sitting on the roof and the water was up to the gutters/roofline.

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.

Well, the "psychic lady" my mom went to, gave great concern with my dads truck having a flat tire. I worked with my father, and that was "our truck" so that was our bond in this physical plane.. I know my father, and that flat tire would have pissed him off, lol. Can't go to work with a flat tire after all.

It was THAT factor that made me think that there actually WAS in fact, some sort of conscious existence after death.

It gave me hope that you don't just die, and that's the end of the road...

I would have loved if he would have talked to me somehow..
I could never "feel" him around me..... I assumed maybe he just "moved on" to whatever else you do once you die and carry on with you" life".... ya know?

My dads middle name is Frederic

there is another series of books by a person who was a student at tmi who has gone in to even greater detail then robert munroe...

unfortunately the books are no longer available, as they were published by a small publisher who has discontinued distribution, and they can not be found at any book seller...

i will try and give you a snapshot of what i understand from reading the material:

In this part of the universe we have galaxies...these galaxies exist for experiential learning and are brought in to existence by galaxy game creators who are energy beings like you and I, who have chosen to get involved in galaxy game creation as a step up in their experiential learning...

you and I, as energy beings traversing the universe, at some point came across these galaxies...after examining the various galaxy games and their rules we chose this milky way galaxy...

we took up our position in the galaxy and participated by extending energy from ourselves to animate bodies...part of the rules require that the incarnation (body) would have a limited awareness of it's source until certain stages of progression have been achieved...

this galaxy game is in many ways similar to a school yard with all kinds of characters you have to interact with...it is this interaction that allows the true you to develop your spiritual outlook, reflected in your aura that enables you to move on to greater experiences beyond the galaxy games...

that's the brief of it...I can add more if your interested?

That part right there.... that's my 1st memory. I felt like I was pulled away, but for me.. it was calm and "flowy" lke a soft breeze pulling me away... but I was definitely pulled from behind... and the direction was "away from the source"... and at a slightly downward angle....

Maybe that was me leaving my previous body??
But I was put into a new body... (a baby).. to "try again" because I failed??

The only emotions I could feel were a slight sadness for leaving the "source/oneness"... but it was all a soothing and comforting experience all in all.

Not really sure what happened though...

Edit: Not so much "sadness".. but like... the feeling you might have when you leave your family and move on. You "know" you'll be able to see them again eventually... but for now, you are being separated from everyone.. like when you move somewhere new and start a new life.... new job, new faces, new friend, new everything.

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Here ya go OP, had this link stashed in a Saved folder.

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Man, I'm with you.

I've talked to God Thousands of times only to be met with deafening silence. That and self proclaimed Christians have completely killed my faith.

Those goddamned self proclaiming Christians are the worst kind of scum imaginable. They are worse...much worse than those who blatantly live wicked lives.

Take the blacks for example. Shit! As evil, wicked and Godless the way they live at least they don't deny that they are scum...they are very content with who and what they are. The self proclaiming Christians are sanctimonious, judgmental hypocrites who think they can get away with what they do in the name of Jesus. They overlook the fact that they bear bad fruit and the the never occurs to them that they are an unholy mixture of dead branches and tares. Jesus even said many who think they will be going to Heaven will be in for a very unpleasant surprise.

I could go on, but I think you've got the idea.

Without the Holy Spirit you come back to earth and your lot in life is based on consolation (has nothing to do with "genetic bloodline"). I don't know the delay in "resurrection" (reincarnation for non-Christians) and I don't know if after death they send you somewhere to get you to agree to come back to earth.

Odds are if you don't have the vibration to leave via the Holy Spirit you have a zero chance possibility of going elsewhere by using your consciousness to outsmart whatever the new agers say is between lives. They say not to "go into the light" (because you should know via the Holy Spirit that you yourself are light John 1) at death but I don't know how much of that is true.

My advice is to never ever ever make a "deal" with those subconscious entities because that's their whole game. Feed off of you while you're ignorant to what's going on. They do this on earth as well you just can't see it or feel it, they can just "make it appear" that you're somewhere else and do the same thing of course they need to generate the negative emotions to feed.

Please do. My mind is about as open as anyone's could be.

Like I mentioned earlier... i'm just so "lost" in the sense of not knowing/understanding why we're here and what the purpose of being "aware" is all about...

Like.... how/why do we even understand anything at all that's going on all around us, and figure things out and learn, etc, etc....

It's all just one big mind f^&*ck.....

I yearn to find out the truth of our existence.
I've watch a million documentaries on creation, science, theology.... conspiracy... deceit.

I think doctor who might have said it best....

"We're all just stories in the end... Just make it a good one"

Just remember, some don't come back, want to spend your last years as a "veggie"?