Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful.
But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
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I like to think it’s this… Kurtzgesagt - The Egg
Here’s a link to the original short story https://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
The simlutation terminates.
The mind is what the brain does .
When the brain stops doing, the mind stops being.
There is no darkness, there isn’t even nothing, because there’s no you to experience it.
Where do the ripples on a pond go if the water dries up? There are no ripples, because there’s no longer a pond for them to be on.
There is no darkness, there isn’t even nothing, because there’s no you to experience it.
It’s such a weird concept to get our heads around but this is it, and I personally find it quite comforting. It’s just very hard to explain why!
Wait… you all don’t know?
Either nothing or everything.
Nothing
Your brain stops firing and you’re gone. You don’t exist anymore. Your body starts to rot.
Our soul is weighed against a feather by the holy mother. Not like Mary or whatever, the real all powerful 5th dimension all is one in time and space holy mother.
If our soul tips the scale against one’s favor then you are reincarnated… you’re reincarnated into tge sane family however the dynamics keeps changing each time you’re born. You’re sister might be your brother next time and you’re a wife in one life then maybe a fatherless uncle in the next. Anyway once we achieve enlightenment, we are given a choice, stop the cycle or keep going
What I think or what I hope?
I think it will be just like before I was born. I will become nothing.
I hope that I’m wrong and I will be reunited with my loved ones.
The Ka leaves the body and goes to The Beach.
My conscience ends.
If the materialists are right, the atoms I’m made of end up reforming my conscience into another mortal coil as a matter of statistics.
If they’re wrong and there’s a spirit that’s not bound to the material world, I end up living inside another hull that accepts consciousness. Repeatedly. Could be human, alien, or that of an animal.
If that happens, I want to live in a world that respects all consciousness.
you become dead
My wife and I have discussed contingency plans for what to do if there’s an afterlife. If one of us ends up in a good place and the other in a bad place, we’re both determined to do whatever is necessary to meet in ideally a middle place or whichever place will take both of us otherwise. If we become spirits that walk the earth unseen by mortals, we’ll meet in the desert where we had our wedding. If we are forced to reincarnate, we will attempt to bargain to reincarnate as the same species within a small enough geographical distance that we can likely meet again.
Each breath is slower than before, your mind enters a mist, friends surround you but not you, they are distant
You focus, focus once more, your pupils dilate as you stare into your first born daughter, then onto your grandson, they seem almost frozen, their mouths move to talk yet it’s incomprehensible
Their lips slap together at an excruciatingly slow pace, then as a final pang of pain enters around your chest, you feel your time stop
The mist encroaches further.