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Full Version: What Happens When We Die?
lol at the correlation right at the end...
decent read, but nothing really there.
decent read, but nothing really there.
You go to a beautiful place in the sky.
Nah, hahah, I'm just kidding, you rot in the ground.
Nah, hahah, I'm just kidding, you rot in the ground.
Your soul goes to a garage in Buffalo.
I studied about it. The Bible says you go off to Hades. Some folks call it Hell, I call it Hades. Mmmmm
You're dead.
Your body goes deep into the ground, and begins to decompose.
Your soul goes to a Cracker Barrel, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
Your soul goes to a Cracker Barrel, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
I'm ordering soup and a salad if they still got that special going on...
i'll probably be cremated but some people get buried
After reading that I'd say we either go North or South Dakota
mexico
Actually....you'll be glad to hear that the Bible DOES NOT teach that when we die, we go to "Hell". Sheol and Hades are not "Hell"...those two words mean common grave for mankind...or graveyard.
What happens at death is no mystery to Jehovah, the Creator of the brain. He knows the truth, and in his Word, the Bible, he explains the condition of the dead. Its clear teaching is this: When a person dies, he ceases to exist. Death is the opposite of life. The dead do not see or hear or think. Not even one part of us survives the death of the body. We do not possess an immortal soul or spirit.
After Solomon observed that the living know that they will die, he wrote: “As for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all.” He then enlarged on that basic truth by saying that the dead can neither love nor hate and that “there is no work nor devising nor knowledge nor wisdom in [the grave].” (Ecclesiastes 9:5, 6, 10) Similarly, Psalm 146:4 says that when a man dies, “his thoughts do perish.” We are mortal and do not survive the death of our body. The life we enjoy is like the flame of a candle. When the flame is put out, it does not go anywhere. It is simply gone.
Jesus Christ spoke about the condition of the dead. He did so with regard to Lazarus, a man whom he knew well and who had died. Jesus told his disciples: “Lazarus our friend has gone to rest.” The disciples thought that Jesus meant that Lazarus was resting in sleep, recovering from an illness. They were wrong. Jesus explained: “Lazarus has died.” (John 11:11-14) Notice that Jesus compared death to rest and sleep
What happens at death is no mystery to Jehovah, the Creator of the brain. He knows the truth, and in his Word, the Bible, he explains the condition of the dead. Its clear teaching is this: When a person dies, he ceases to exist. Death is the opposite of life. The dead do not see or hear or think. Not even one part of us survives the death of the body. We do not possess an immortal soul or spirit.
After Solomon observed that the living know that they will die, he wrote: “As for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all.” He then enlarged on that basic truth by saying that the dead can neither love nor hate and that “there is no work nor devising nor knowledge nor wisdom in [the grave].” (Ecclesiastes 9:5, 6, 10) Similarly, Psalm 146:4 says that when a man dies, “his thoughts do perish.” We are mortal and do not survive the death of our body. The life we enjoy is like the flame of a candle. When the flame is put out, it does not go anywhere. It is simply gone.
Jesus Christ spoke about the condition of the dead. He did so with regard to Lazarus, a man whom he knew well and who had died. Jesus told his disciples: “Lazarus our friend has gone to rest.” The disciples thought that Jesus meant that Lazarus was resting in sleep, recovering from an illness. They were wrong. Jesus explained: “Lazarus has died.” (John 11:11-14) Notice that Jesus compared death to rest and sleep
how about i murder u and when u find out come back as a ghost and tell me
QUOTE(Savior Breath @ Sep 29 2008, 02:54 PM) 
how about i murder u and when u find out come back as a ghost and tell me
"You wonderin' about Death and I? Well see, I figure we just might be a couple… I mean, we might as well, 'cause there ain't a doubt in my mind that I've thought about Him more than any girl I've ever been with. Hell, probably even more than all of em' put together!"
"…I looked up one day and Death was marching straight at me. Like Soldiers on Parade! The Army of Death was marching straight at me… It seem like Death himself reached out and touched me on the shoulder. He touch me just like I touch you. I got cold as ice and Death standing there grinning at me."
" I say… 'What you want, Mr. Death?'"
"…Death standing there staring at me… carrying that sickle in his hand. Finally he say, 'You want bound over for another year?' See, just like that… 'You want bound over for another year?' I told him, 'Bound over hell! Let's settle this now!'"
…Fair Citizens, Meet Mr. Death! [raw]
Countless mysteries exist in this universe, those which even the marvels of science cannot answer with absolute certainty: the cause [purpose] of our existence, and the fate we must endure as an effect of dying, to name a major few. However, given that an individuals consciousness and well being are not dependent upon any sense of purpose or significance [though we seek both], it seems that the matter of eventual death is the greater cause of anxiety and confusion in most people: here's
why…
Even if anyone were to ascertain a definitive "meaning of life"--whether for themselves or for us all--there is a skepticism that will continually deny such a claim. For instance, lets say a given individual postulates that simply "existing" is reason enough to acknowledge a valid significance in all our lives. That is, they would profess that human consciousness-- having cognitive thoughts, undergoing emotional change, experiencing the world via physical sensation, being capable of social interaction, etc-- is a meaningful privilege. On the other hand, one might imply that true purpose must be everlasting, and that since our existence itself seems only temporary, all purpose is void.
There are, of course, those who place faith in an afterlife, and believe that attaining this state of eternal life after death is the actual, and perhaps final, purpose of life. However, for those who require more substance before submitting to such absolute faith in a thing as unverifiable as an afterlife (though these same skeptics may agree it is possible in some form or another), their anxiety typically seems to stem from the fact that the outcome of ones death cannot be determined until after it occurs. So, clearly the solution to this dilemma-- faced by those who feel they cannot be certain of what will happen after life is over-- will never be something capable of public, if even individual knowledge, until we have perished collectively from the earth.
In spite of this insight, there seems to still exist a mass epidemic of the fear of death, should one feel "threatened" by it or begin to ponder its contents too deeply (even though we cannot "know" those contents). This innate fear of nonexistence seems a natural instinct; a necessary reflex we've all inherited in order to help us survive. And yet, there are those who are not at all frightened by the thought of dying, or--in cases even more extreme--embrace the time of their life's end. For this triumph over fear, I will introduce two possible explanations:
I. Complete ignorance
II. Complete acceptance
The first means of overcoming death I have already mentioned, in part by referring to ones religious faith in an afterlife. Could this hope in an immortal soul possibly be as equally instinctive as the fear which aids us in our survival? Perhaps their impacts on an individuals sense of self are interchangeable, only the reverse of one another? Whatever the case, to me, the belief in life after death suggests a rather egoistic state of mind, since the notion is pulled from sheer speculation. Why else would man fear death, presuming that dying implied only a state of nothingness? Because despite the lack of discomfort, or any bad feeling whatsoever, there would also be absent the feeling of good. That is, where a death with "nothing" would suggest neither pain nor pleasure, a death with additional life afterwards would leave room for additional pleasure [in some form or another]. This statement can also account for those who openly welcome their own demise, and it is from this notion that I have grasped the relatively selfish attitude guiding the hope of life after death, to put it in the most straightforward terms possible.
It is, however, understandable that after an entire life piloted by [inescapable] self-interest, many might become accustomed to mental and emotional satisfaction, so much so that they would assure themselves and others that even death cannot put an end to it. But this unwillingness to part from consciousness after a [typically] long and intelligent life--though, when held against the span of time on a whole, short by comparison--only establishes further our capacity to take for granted what little or lot we have while we have it. I would have a much easier time identifying with the idea of life after death if it constituted an entirely new existence of change, but the idea generally seems to insist on the eternal paradise, or never ending torment in some unchanging place.
Following the first naïve perception is an ignorance in a more raw form, which alleviates a given individual from the pressures of passing away all together. In this case, it is short and simple: one would surmount the anxiety of dying by never facing or considering it in the first place. For instance, how could one preserve religious or spiritual qualities if they hadn't ever thought, or weren't ever capable of thinking about God(s) or a godly realm? As far as we know, we [people] are the only inhabitants of earth capable of such thoughts and beliefs thus far, and yet it is evident not all of us hold faith in or give much thought to a God. So, the same could be said for the concept of "dying". There are those who, even though they may be capable, simply never give much thought to the idea of death, and can thus not be afraid or feel threatened by it.
Now there is the final account--that of acceptance--which is the matter of those who have given the idea of death a great deal of consideration, and have done so without any religious safeguard, yet are seemingly immune to the fear associated with eventual non-being. This is due to a choice one must make in the event they are faced with death, or the overwhelming thought of it. Either they will allow pure uncertainty to consume them and develop into an everlasting anxiety, or they will recognize the futility in fearing that which is essentially predestined from birth. In essence, pondering death beyond the simple fact that it will one day claim us all is much like trying to "think about nothing", because the concept will ever elude our grasp.
Prior to the things I’ve experienced this year, it would have sounded logical to me if one were to say that a life of happiness is of the highest value, but I must contest that theory after becoming intimate with my own mortality. In accordance with the former idea of acceptance, I have come to believe that a feeling of content with ones own eventual death is what initiates the sudden awareness of life's truly meaningful facets--released from more trivial concerns--no matter how small or short-lived. Because despite the absence of religious character, a sort of spiritual worth may manifest itself in the realization that by conquering the fear of death and replacing it with an air of content, we may in some sense escape our firm self-centered nature by making the ultimate ego-oriented sacrifice: to accept that one day our time will come, and the person we’ve spent our entire lives existing as may come to a decisive halt upon this change, rather than believing our character will remain permanently in tact for the rest of time.
Someday, our physical selves will undoubtedly diminish into nothing. However, despite all these ideas of “nothingness” I’ve mentioned, I am now going to suggest why I have no faith in the existence of a nothing. I feel obliged to admit that I believe something has always been in the universe, because it doesn’t seem to make sense [to me] to assert that the universe, and everything in it, came from an utter nothingness. I ask, how could a God/celestial force/changing chaos, or what have you, cause anything to be, without having had something to create things out of? The notion seems absurd, because regardless how powerful and influential the maker, I think there must have always been a something around to be manipulated or acted upon, in order for anything to exist.
With this idea in mind, consider the essence of consciousness: where did it come from? If it couldn’t just pop into being from a state of nonexistence, then it must have always existed, as with every other ‘something’. Otherwise, all life would have essentially arrived here in the [somewhere] universe, from absolutely nowhere, and out of nothing. This is why I myself don’t consider dying to be the end of things, because I believe our consciousness may only go from this somewhere to another somewhere, though where or how we shall exist I could not begin to fathom quite yet. All I can say for sure, is that dying simply seems another part of all things that must change indefinitely. The naked face of Death bears no emotion, while life, on the other hand, is filled with just that. So, in the simplest of terms, we must love life along with its changes, but not fear its end… Because it is in finding this inner balance, and only then, that we will be set truly free; free to discover the inherent magnificence in the infinite cycle of which we are all a beautiful part.
--Juco
"…I looked up one day and Death was marching straight at me. Like Soldiers on Parade! The Army of Death was marching straight at me… It seem like Death himself reached out and touched me on the shoulder. He touch me just like I touch you. I got cold as ice and Death standing there grinning at me."
" I say… 'What you want, Mr. Death?'"
"…Death standing there staring at me… carrying that sickle in his hand. Finally he say, 'You want bound over for another year?' See, just like that… 'You want bound over for another year?' I told him, 'Bound over hell! Let's settle this now!'"
-August Wilson, 1957
…Fair Citizens, Meet Mr. Death! [raw]
Countless mysteries exist in this universe, those which even the marvels of science cannot answer with absolute certainty: the cause [purpose] of our existence, and the fate we must endure as an effect of dying, to name a major few. However, given that an individuals consciousness and well being are not dependent upon any sense of purpose or significance [though we seek both], it seems that the matter of eventual death is the greater cause of anxiety and confusion in most people: here's
why…
Even if anyone were to ascertain a definitive "meaning of life"--whether for themselves or for us all--there is a skepticism that will continually deny such a claim. For instance, lets say a given individual postulates that simply "existing" is reason enough to acknowledge a valid significance in all our lives. That is, they would profess that human consciousness-- having cognitive thoughts, undergoing emotional change, experiencing the world via physical sensation, being capable of social interaction, etc-- is a meaningful privilege. On the other hand, one might imply that true purpose must be everlasting, and that since our existence itself seems only temporary, all purpose is void.
There are, of course, those who place faith in an afterlife, and believe that attaining this state of eternal life after death is the actual, and perhaps final, purpose of life. However, for those who require more substance before submitting to such absolute faith in a thing as unverifiable as an afterlife (though these same skeptics may agree it is possible in some form or another), their anxiety typically seems to stem from the fact that the outcome of ones death cannot be determined until after it occurs. So, clearly the solution to this dilemma-- faced by those who feel they cannot be certain of what will happen after life is over-- will never be something capable of public, if even individual knowledge, until we have perished collectively from the earth.
In spite of this insight, there seems to still exist a mass epidemic of the fear of death, should one feel "threatened" by it or begin to ponder its contents too deeply (even though we cannot "know" those contents). This innate fear of nonexistence seems a natural instinct; a necessary reflex we've all inherited in order to help us survive. And yet, there are those who are not at all frightened by the thought of dying, or--in cases even more extreme--embrace the time of their life's end. For this triumph over fear, I will introduce two possible explanations:
I. Complete ignorance
II. Complete acceptance
The first means of overcoming death I have already mentioned, in part by referring to ones religious faith in an afterlife. Could this hope in an immortal soul possibly be as equally instinctive as the fear which aids us in our survival? Perhaps their impacts on an individuals sense of self are interchangeable, only the reverse of one another? Whatever the case, to me, the belief in life after death suggests a rather egoistic state of mind, since the notion is pulled from sheer speculation. Why else would man fear death, presuming that dying implied only a state of nothingness? Because despite the lack of discomfort, or any bad feeling whatsoever, there would also be absent the feeling of good. That is, where a death with "nothing" would suggest neither pain nor pleasure, a death with additional life afterwards would leave room for additional pleasure [in some form or another]. This statement can also account for those who openly welcome their own demise, and it is from this notion that I have grasped the relatively selfish attitude guiding the hope of life after death, to put it in the most straightforward terms possible.
It is, however, understandable that after an entire life piloted by [inescapable] self-interest, many might become accustomed to mental and emotional satisfaction, so much so that they would assure themselves and others that even death cannot put an end to it. But this unwillingness to part from consciousness after a [typically] long and intelligent life--though, when held against the span of time on a whole, short by comparison--only establishes further our capacity to take for granted what little or lot we have while we have it. I would have a much easier time identifying with the idea of life after death if it constituted an entirely new existence of change, but the idea generally seems to insist on the eternal paradise, or never ending torment in some unchanging place.
Following the first naïve perception is an ignorance in a more raw form, which alleviates a given individual from the pressures of passing away all together. In this case, it is short and simple: one would surmount the anxiety of dying by never facing or considering it in the first place. For instance, how could one preserve religious or spiritual qualities if they hadn't ever thought, or weren't ever capable of thinking about God(s) or a godly realm? As far as we know, we [people] are the only inhabitants of earth capable of such thoughts and beliefs thus far, and yet it is evident not all of us hold faith in or give much thought to a God. So, the same could be said for the concept of "dying". There are those who, even though they may be capable, simply never give much thought to the idea of death, and can thus not be afraid or feel threatened by it.
Now there is the final account--that of acceptance--which is the matter of those who have given the idea of death a great deal of consideration, and have done so without any religious safeguard, yet are seemingly immune to the fear associated with eventual non-being. This is due to a choice one must make in the event they are faced with death, or the overwhelming thought of it. Either they will allow pure uncertainty to consume them and develop into an everlasting anxiety, or they will recognize the futility in fearing that which is essentially predestined from birth. In essence, pondering death beyond the simple fact that it will one day claim us all is much like trying to "think about nothing", because the concept will ever elude our grasp.
Prior to the things I’ve experienced this year, it would have sounded logical to me if one were to say that a life of happiness is of the highest value, but I must contest that theory after becoming intimate with my own mortality. In accordance with the former idea of acceptance, I have come to believe that a feeling of content with ones own eventual death is what initiates the sudden awareness of life's truly meaningful facets--released from more trivial concerns--no matter how small or short-lived. Because despite the absence of religious character, a sort of spiritual worth may manifest itself in the realization that by conquering the fear of death and replacing it with an air of content, we may in some sense escape our firm self-centered nature by making the ultimate ego-oriented sacrifice: to accept that one day our time will come, and the person we’ve spent our entire lives existing as may come to a decisive halt upon this change, rather than believing our character will remain permanently in tact for the rest of time.
Someday, our physical selves will undoubtedly diminish into nothing. However, despite all these ideas of “nothingness” I’ve mentioned, I am now going to suggest why I have no faith in the existence of a nothing. I feel obliged to admit that I believe something has always been in the universe, because it doesn’t seem to make sense [to me] to assert that the universe, and everything in it, came from an utter nothingness. I ask, how could a God/celestial force/changing chaos, or what have you, cause anything to be, without having had something to create things out of? The notion seems absurd, because regardless how powerful and influential the maker, I think there must have always been a something around to be manipulated or acted upon, in order for anything to exist.
With this idea in mind, consider the essence of consciousness: where did it come from? If it couldn’t just pop into being from a state of nonexistence, then it must have always existed, as with every other ‘something’. Otherwise, all life would have essentially arrived here in the [somewhere] universe, from absolutely nowhere, and out of nothing. This is why I myself don’t consider dying to be the end of things, because I believe our consciousness may only go from this somewhere to another somewhere, though where or how we shall exist I could not begin to fathom quite yet. All I can say for sure, is that dying simply seems another part of all things that must change indefinitely. The naked face of Death bears no emotion, while life, on the other hand, is filled with just that. So, in the simplest of terms, we must love life along with its changes, but not fear its end… Because it is in finding this inner balance, and only then, that we will be set truly free; free to discover the inherent magnificence in the infinite cycle of which we are all a beautiful part.
[Juco]
"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die."
--Leonardo da Vinci
everyone who's died is in a big room, getting older and older. Everyone is really cranky. There's a radio and a nintendo wii.
you get reincarnated as a tree and watch as your predecessors saw off your limbs
either that or you wind up in new jersey
QUOTE(Savior Breath @ Sep 29 2008, 12:54 PM)
how about i murder u and when u find out come back as a ghost and tell me
LMAO...thats cold blooded
QUOTE(Kofi Will Not Be Televised @ Oct 12 2008, 04:10 PM)
everyone who's died is in a big room, getting older and older. Everyone is really cranky. There's a radio and a nintendo wii.
like a nursing home?
The same thing that happend before you were born.
go back into our father's testicles?
QUOTE(Nycto @ Dec 2 2008, 11:35 PM)
go back into our father's testicles?
You go back to non-existance.
and no one turns up to your funeral cos you were a douche
i heard you shit your pants when you die....
QUOTE(Karl Childers @ Sep 25 2008, 05:43 PM)
I studied about it. The Bible says you go off to Hades. Some folks call it Hell, I call it Hades. Mmmmm
mmhhh
doesnt dmt release in your brain when you die?
so yea you basically go on a crucial dmt high and have no body to come back to.. so your consciousness spirals into the next level of existence
so yea you basically go on a crucial dmt high and have no body to come back to.. so your consciousness spirals into the next level of existence
You chill with Sean Bradley and Fredrick Weiss
QUOTE(The Madder Rapper @ Dec 3 2008, 09:12 PM)
doesnt dmt release in your brain when you die?
so yea you basically go on a crucial dmt high and have no body to come back to.. so your consciousness spirals into the next level of existence
so yea you basically go on a crucial dmt high and have no body to come back to.. so your consciousness spirals into the next level of existence
So what happends when the high wears off because your brain is dead and the chemicals can no longer affect it?
QUOTE(Savior Breath @ Sep 29 2008, 01:54 PM)
how about i murder u and when u find out come back as a ghost and tell me
tell that boy if he see gerald wakins from a hunnid thirty third street that marvin washington is lookin fo' his ass.
QUOTE(The Madder Rapper @ Dec 3 2008, 09:12 PM)
doesnt dmt release in your brain when you die?
so yea you basically go on a crucial dmt high and have no body to come back to.. so your consciousness spirals into the next level of existence
so yea you basically go on a crucial dmt high and have no body to come back to.. so your consciousness spirals into the next level of existence
But what about the bad folks? I hear there doomed to relive their lives as Human beings until they can learn their lesson, which could take a loooooong time. I dunno it's something I read about thought.
I'll read the rest when I get home.. Nice stuff..
I think after you die your soul goes into another form. That form depends on your Karma from past actions. I dunno much about believing in other specifics of this type of theory.
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