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Post by pegasus216 on Aug 18, 2018 0:11:46 GMT
I just hope I can haunt the hell out of my son-in-law.
What do you guys think?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 0:30:58 GMT
I have always believed that we go to another realm (that is what I call it). Our loved ones are there -- ones we know and ones we never have met (other generations). A place of no worries, no tension just togetherness and catching up. We have the chance to help those who arrive after us. I also believe we can watch over those we care about that haven't passed on and too, once in awhile go back and see them. Perhaps we are a gentle breeze to them, a shadow or the feel of us touching their face lightly. standing off to the side of the room or just touching their shoulder.
When we pass on I don't believe its the end, to me it is just the beginning.
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Post by pegasus216 on Aug 18, 2018 10:58:28 GMT
That was well put, Sandy.
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Post by hollygolightly on Aug 18, 2018 14:11:40 GMT
I like that @alexandram! I'm Catholic, and I think the best we've come to understanding -in our way , anyhow - is that life is not ended, only changed. Life is eternal. That's all I've got. I don't know that it would be peaceful to me to watch over my loved ones and all the mistakes they're going to make and all the heartaches they're going to go through. But I think that for those we leave behind, feeling the presence of our beloved dead is what keeps us okay at times. The Jewish faith believes in familial lines - you live on through your descendants. That's easier for me to grasp. There's a lot more to it, and I wish I could explain but I can barely wrap my mind around it. I do think there is peace on the other side.  |
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Post by doccreed on Aug 18, 2018 14:52:02 GMT
Great question, Pegasus. Maybe that's why we all are drawn to Stephen King and the supernatural. We are curious about not only our origins but the afterlife.
As a Christian I believe what the Bible teaches, basically. "And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgement: So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation." (Hebrews 9:27)
"FOR GOD SENT NOT HIS SON INTO THE WORLD TO CONDEMN THE WORLD; BUT THAT THE WORLD THROUGH HIM MIGHT BE SAVED. HE THAT BELIEVETH ON HIM IS NOT CONDEMNED: BUT HE THAT BELIEVETH NOT IS CONDEMNED ALREADY, BECAUSE HE HATH NOT BELIEVED IN THE NAME OF THE ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF GOD." (JOHN 3:17, 18)
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET THIS OFF ALL CAPS.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 16:22:28 GMT
I like that @alexandram! I'm Catholic, and I think the best we've come to understanding -in our way , anyhow - is that life is not ended, only changed. Life is eternal. That's all I've got. I don't know that it would be peaceful to me to watch over my loved ones and all the mistakes they're going to make and all the heartaches they're going to go through. But I think that for those we leave behind, feeling the presence of our beloved dead is what keeps us okay at times. The Jewish faith believes in familial lines - you live on through your descendants. That's easier for me to grasp. There's a lot more to it, and I wish I could explain but I can barely wrap my mind around it. I do think there is peace on the other side. Can you tell me where the picture of the Stone Crosses was taken? It looks so familiar. |
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Post by hollygolightly on Aug 18, 2018 23:29:18 GMT
Those are Celtic crosses at a cemetery in Ireland - I think the photo credit said County Sligo . I have to do a lot of power point presentations and I used that for All Souls Day - with the caption just like above: Life is changed, not ended
They are gorgeous!
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Post by neesy on Aug 19, 2018 3:52:01 GMT
I just hope I can haunt the hell out of my son-in-law. What do you guys think? I believe in life after death - I think our spirit lives on and I also believe that what we did in our life here probably affects what happens to us in a 'rebirth' sort of like reincarnation or good karma. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2018 9:32:11 GMT
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET THIS OFF ALL CAPS.
Right here!
convertcase.net/
Nice thread. I don't know. After death our loved ones get horribly overcharged getting us planted. That's what happens. And we keep getting spam emails. After that? Death appears and drags me down to hades screaming! No. At this point I've become, like my father before me, agnostic. But hide it! I think we just cease to exist.
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Post by Klerekast on Sept 9, 2018 11:26:19 GMT
I have always believed that we go to another realm (that is what I call it). Our loved ones are there -- ones we know and ones we never have met (other generations). A place of no worries, no tension just togetherness and catching up. We have the chance to help those who arrive after us. I also believe we can watch over those we care about that haven't passed on and too, once in awhile go back and see them. Perhaps we are a gentle breeze to them, a shadow or the feel of us touching their face lightly. standing off to the side of the room or just touching their shoulder.
When we pass on I don't believe its the end, to me it is just the beginning.
Beautiful words! Amen! This pretty much sums up what I believe too. I would also like to add that I believe in re-incarnation. Some say there's a certain number of days(?) before you are reborn, but I personally believe you wait for your loved ones first (if you choose to).
I know that my first cat is one of my guardian angels. He appears frequently in my dreams, and saved me from a nightmare once. I dreamt that I was being sucked away by evil spirits (sounds funny, but trust me, it was an awful feeling, terrifying), and then he appeared. They let go of me immediately. However, what makes me so sure of this is that once he was lying on top of me, and a medium saw him. I felt a very pleasant, warm "weight", and she asked if I ever had a white cat... This was 16 years after his death. I don't know why I'm telling this, maybe just to emphasize that I fully believe in this other realm.  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2018 15:50:00 GMT
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET THIS OFF ALL CAPS.
Right here!
convertcase.net/
Nice thread. I don't know. After death our loved ones get horribly overcharged getting us planted. That's what happens. And we keep getting spam emails. After that? Death appears and drags me down to hades screaming! No. At this point I've become, like my father before me, agnostic. But hide it! I think we just cease to exist.
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Post by scratch on Sept 9, 2018 22:02:37 GMT
The world existed before I came to be. It will exist without me. I can't say that I won't be what I was before I came to be.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2018 23:58:41 GMT
Im not sure, I don’t nessecarily believe in another realm for the dead, and I also don’t really believe in a judgment day. I find the idea of an afterlife intriguing but I don’t know what kind of afterlife I believe in. I have to say that I like the idea of reincarnation.
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Post by Steffen on Oct 4, 2018 1:58:28 GMT
I just hope that wherever I end up, all my pets are there too. If Heaven doesn't allow dogs, then I don't want to be there.
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Post by morgan on Oct 4, 2018 2:16:08 GMT
I just hope that wherever I end up, all my pets are there too. If Heaven doesn't allow dogs, then I don't want to be there. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2018 2:20:52 GMT
I just hope that wherever I end up, all my pets are there too. If Heaven doesn't allow dogs, then I don't want to be there. I hope the title of that one animated movie is factual as well (for all critters though) |
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Post by scratch on Oct 6, 2018 22:23:20 GMT
Despite my earlier statement, I do sometimes feel as if maybe we get recycled. Many times I've had deja vu or just some premonition of what comes next. Anyway, there is this story from my past as well.
Leggit died. But it's okay. He came back. Some background: Leggit was my brothers best high school bud but he became one of mine as well. After I was first married they would often come spend the night with us and party on the weekend. This is before I became serious about not drinking in front of kids. My son, who was the only kid then, survived those years and isn't a drunk now so I dodged that bullet. Anyway we would party but we drifted apart after that first year of my marriage once he moved to Memphis. But he came back for a visit about a year later and told me this story because I asked how he got his face scars.
He was partying with a guy in Memphis he worked with and they had run out of beer. On the beer run some idiot crossed the line and hit them head on. Likely someone as drunk as them. That guy did die. So did Leggit. His face smashed the windshield and went through it. On the way back it cut him really bad. He fell back on the seat and bled. The blood ran into his mouth and filled his lungs. He drowned in his own blood. He died then. The paramedics brought him back. They punctured his lungs and drained blood and reinflated and all that crap. He came back in the hospital. He doesn't recall it but they told him he did. Then they gave him a drug. I forget what. He was allergic to that drug. He died again. They brought him back again. What luck to die twice and come back huh? Well he was comatose for a week.
This is the freaking weird part. When he came to he wasn't Leggit anymore. He was a world war II fighter pilot who had been shot down. He was certain of it. He recalled his wife and two girls and his life in the forties. He thought that was who he was. They filled him in on the truth and all that had happened and at first he denied any of his life to that point. He was a fighter pilot and recalled it all perfectly. He knew he was. They were crazy. He knew who he was. Eventually they convinced him. What else could he do but go along? When he told me this story he said he had accepted who he is now and had even gotten back most all his memories of this life. He had come to see me to check if there were some he didn't recall. I filled him in on some stuff but most he could tell me just as it happened without hints or urging. He was his old self. Almost. He had never forgotten his past life though. He still had all those memories and feelings attached to a family he didn't know if they even existed or not. Looking in his eyes I knew he was not just Leggit anymore.
It's been decades since he came by. I still think of him and the memories we shared. I hope he is doing well and has a family now. Or has raised one like me. But what he shared he was serious about. Real life is beyond anything I could imagine and freaks me out sometimes. He was two people. He was that fighter pilot who was shot down. He was Leggit. He didn't have a choice. I don't know if the brain makes things up at death to keep from accepting reality but I knew he knew he was that guy as well. Do we get to live again? I hope so. For all the wonderful people I've known I hope so. Looking in his eyes and hearing him speak I believed it that night. Hell, he had the scars to prove it.
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Post by morgan on Oct 6, 2018 23:26:12 GMT
Despite my earlier statement, I do sometimes feel as if maybe we get recycled. Many times I've had deja vu or just some premonition of what comes next. Anyway, there is this story from my past as well. Leggit died. But it's okay. He came back. Some background: Leggit was my brothers best high school bud but he became one of mine as well. After I was first married they would often come spend the night with us and party on the weekend. This is before I became serious about not drinking in front of kids. My son, who was the only kid then, survived those years and isn't a drunk now so I dodged that bullet. Anyway we would party but we drifted apart after that first year of my marriage once he moved to Memphis. But he came back for a visit about a year later and told me this story because I asked how he got his face scars. He was partying with a guy in Memphis he worked with and they had run out of beer. On the beer run some idiot crossed the line and hit them head on. Likely someone as drunk as them. That guy did die. So did Leggit. His face smashed the windshield and went through it. On the way back it cut him really bad. He fell back on the seat and bled. The blood ran into his mouth and filled his lungs. He drowned in his own blood. He died then. The paramedics brought him back. They punctured his lungs and drained blood and reinflated and all that crap. He came back in the hospital. He doesn't recall it but they told him he did. Then they gave him a drug. I forget what. He was allergic to that drug. He died again. They brought him back again. What luck to die twice and come back huh? Well he was comatose for a week. This is the freaking weird part. When he came to he wasn't Leggit anymore. He was a world war II fighter pilot who had been shot down. He was certain of it. He recalled his wife and two girls and his life in the forties. He thought that was who he was. They filled him in on the truth and all that had happened and at first he denied any of his life to that point. He was a fighter pilot and recalled it all perfectly. He knew he was. They were crazy. He knew who he was. Eventually they convinced him. What else could he do but go along? When he told me this story he said he had accepted who he is now and had even gotten back most all his memories of this life. He had come to see me to check if there were some he didn't recall. I filled him in on some stuff but most he could tell me just as it happened without hints or urging. He was his old self. Almost. He had never forgotten his past life though. He still had all those memories and feelings attached to a family he didn't know if they even existed or not. Looking in his eyes I knew he was not just Leggit anymore. It's been decades since he came by. I still think of him and the memories we shared. I hope he is doing well and has a family now. Or has raised one like me. But what he shared he was serious about. Real life is beyond anything I could imagine and freaks me out sometimes. He was two people. He was that fighter pilot who was shot down. He was Leggit. He didn't have a choice. I don't know if the brain makes things up at death to keep from accepting reality but I knew he knew he was that guy as well. Do we get to live again? I hope so. For all the wonderful people I've known I hope so. Looking in his eyes and hearing him speak I believed it that night. Hell, he had the scars to prove it. |
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Post by hollygolightly on Oct 7, 2018 1:36:11 GMT
That is a very interesting story scratch ! Fascinating - we just don't know what goes on after life. I like stories like that - even though we don't know what exactly comes next, I feel like it affirms my belief in something more. |
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Post by neesy on Oct 11, 2018 20:39:21 GMT
Despite my earlier statement, I do sometimes feel as if maybe we get recycled. Many times I've had deja vu or just some premonition of what comes next. Anyway, there is this story from my past as well. Leggit died. But it's okay. He came back. Some background: Leggit was my brothers best high school bud but he became one of mine as well. After I was first married they would often come spend the night with us and party on the weekend. This is before I became serious about not drinking in front of kids. My son, who was the only kid then, survived those years and isn't a drunk now so I dodged that bullet. Anyway we would party but we drifted apart after that first year of my marriage once he moved to Memphis. But he came back for a visit about a year later and told me this story because I asked how he got his face scars. He was partying with a guy in Memphis he worked with and they had run out of beer. On the beer run some idiot crossed the line and hit them head on. Likely someone as drunk as them. That guy did die. So did Leggit. His face smashed the windshield and went through it. On the way back it cut him really bad. He fell back on the seat and bled. The blood ran into his mouth and filled his lungs. He drowned in his own blood. He died then. The paramedics brought him back. They punctured his lungs and drained blood and reinflated and all that crap. He came back in the hospital. He doesn't recall it but they told him he did. Then they gave him a drug. I forget what. He was allergic to that drug. He died again. They brought him back again. What luck to die twice and come back huh? Well he was comatose for a week. This is the freaking weird part. When he came to he wasn't Leggit anymore. He was a world war II fighter pilot who had been shot down. He was certain of it. He recalled his wife and two girls and his life in the forties. He thought that was who he was. They filled him in on the truth and all that had happened and at first he denied any of his life to that point. He was a fighter pilot and recalled it all perfectly. He knew he was. They were crazy. He knew who he was. Eventually they convinced him. What else could he do but go along? When he told me this story he said he had accepted who he is now and had even gotten back most all his memories of this life. He had come to see me to check if there were some he didn't recall. I filled him in on some stuff but most he could tell me just as it happened without hints or urging. He was his old self. Almost. He had never forgotten his past life though. He still had all those memories and feelings attached to a family he didn't know if they even existed or not. Looking in his eyes I knew he was not just Leggit anymore. It's been decades since he came by. I still think of him and the memories we shared. I hope he is doing well and has a family now. Or has raised one like me. But what he shared he was serious about. Real life is beyond anything I could imagine and freaks me out sometimes. He was two people. He was that fighter pilot who was shot down. He was Leggit. He didn't have a choice. I don't know if the brain makes things up at death to keep from accepting reality but I knew he knew he was that guy as well. Do we get to live again? I hope so. For all the wonderful people I've known I hope so. Looking in his eyes and hearing him speak I believed it that night. Hell, he had the scars to prove it. Wow - that's a great story
"Despite my earlier statement, I do sometimes feel as if maybe we get recycled" - that's a good way to put it - I will get weird deja vu feelings at times too.
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