Life After Death - What Happens


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If there's an afterlife - and no cosmic horrors like eternal recurrence, reincarnation, nor quantum bullshit (where one keeps waking up in alternate realities) - then I think the afterlife works something like "The Nexus" from that Star Trek movie. An "externalized inner reality" as David Staume put it. I like the vision of Emmanuel Swedenborg (1688-1772) in "Heaven And Hell" - although I hope the hell state described is temporary anyway.

If there's no afterlife, one won't know there isn't because one wouldn't be around to experience the lack of experience.
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Sinners Sandwich

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Well we simply don't know.

But there is so much weird stuff science found out like quantum mechanics, multiple dimensions (not the scifi versions) etc. There are also so many things we still can't explain (like we still don't know where consciousness is actually coming from). And then there is countless stuff we as humans will never know because our human bodies can't see, feel or comprehend them.

So if you asked me if there is something after our human bodies die I'd say:

Probably yes.

But what is it? How would I know??

Perhaps you spawn at a bonfire or a lamp.

Captain Communism

I had to live in a paper bag
I think about this sometimes.

I think that there is no Heaven. But Hell and Purgatory do Exist, Purgatory exists for Neutral and Good People. Bad people go to Hell.

Purgatory is an alternate dimension where it is essentially an Unlit Earth, there is no Sun and Moon, Light and Fire do not exist initially in Purgatory, you can find Flashlights and Batteries to go with the Flashlights, but when you turn the Flashlight on, you will notice the Materials looks remarkably unlike anything normal in Real Life. The closest fictional equivalents are either Otherworld Silent Hill and or Username: 666 Textures.

Flesh and Skin, filled with holes created of Vantablack-like Material, the Darkness of the Flesh is said to be, an opening to the Abyss, a kind of portal to Hell.

There are no Hues corresponding to Blue and Violet.

In Purgatory, there are tall slender Shadow Men with pitchfork hands and dual-jointed legs, wandering without any pattern. When you get close to them (about 10-20 Feet), they simply turn into White Fog, and rematerialize back into their when you move away from them.

There are also Blots of Shadow that split into Four when stepped on, they will always try to reform, no matter what, even if blocked by Obstacles.

I am at ease with the thought of absolute loss of consciousness/self...but again, limited as we are , we can not really conceptualize what "could there be".
A possible "state if being" after death philosophically stands in total opposition of what life as we know it, entails.
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A part of me thinks the Dead Archons isn't just schizo-posting. Some astral projectors claim the afterlife is ruled by evil aliens, who force humans to reincarnate to feed on their suffering.

I'm hoping for heaven and hell. Where you can spend eternity with loved ones in a comfortable house, but there's also areas you can live out whatever fantasy you want.


♡ meow vey ♡
I like this idea the best:
The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

The Great Chandler

"Pickleless girls don't marry virgin boys"
In the case of an afterlife like Hell, I always thought of it like this:

Fire is a cleanser of sin, it does not burn forever. The sins are merely the amount of fuel accumulated of grave sins. Therefore, hellfire is not eternal.
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What a horrifying idea. Imagine being every lolcow who ever was and will be.

Not to mention the victim and perpetrator of every atrocity ever.

Such a being making a person do that would be supremely evil, insane, or both.
It sounds like fun to me, but to each his own. Imo, if death is not the end, atrocities and other dangerous experiences aren't nearly as spoopy.

It sounds like fun to me, but to each his own. Imo, if death is not the end, atrocities and other dangerous experiences aren't nearly as spoopy.
You say that now but wait until you wake up one day as lucas werner, after having been chris chan and zoe quinn.....only to die in some hobo related incident a few years later and then be reincarnated as....russel greer

This whole place is full of examples of people I wouldn't want to be

I mean really, would you ever voluntarily become mundane matt or onision?

On the plus side it does mean that lucas werner is essentially cockblocking himself and refusing to provide himself with a zoomer bae, and most of all.....he is his own mother telling himself its not in the cards

The Great Chandler

"Pickleless girls don't marry virgin boys"
What a horrifying idea. Imagine being every lolcow who ever was and will be.

Not to mention the victim and perpetrator of every atrocity ever.

Such a being making a person do that would be supremely evil, insane, or both.
Well, one could see that as a way to understand human suffering. On the other hand, I can't see myself being a tyrant Inna past life. I personally like to think there are long intervals of a heaven or hell before entering a new life.


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I like the simplicity of my belief.

If you have accepted Jesus in your heart, your spirit goes to Heaven.

If you didn't, Hell.

Not going to argue, not going to debate, people can freely believe what they choose to, that's just what I believe in. Short, sweet and to the point.


Token Hispanic Friend
True & Honest Fan
understand human suffering
Suffering sucks. It's better if it's lost to the void - or even better yet, forgotten in the bliss of eternal Heaven. I think the Buddhists and Hindus are right that reincarnation is a hellish thing to be avoided - but I see reincarnation as impossible.

Also, I think it's better to think that each life is of a unique and different person, rather than losing one's identity and becoming a different person over and over and over. Especially if the afterlife allows each person to grow and develop forever, free from hellish mortal limits (disease, injury, starvation...).

Not going to argue, not going to debate, people can freely believe what they choose to, that's just what I believe in.
I think it's good some are still Christian in Current Year. Sometimes it seems the only religion left is identity politics.
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PFurrie and MAP hater
Well, scientists say it would be nothing.
I don't truly know, though I once had dreams of a family friend as he was dying (One in which he was skeletal in a hospital bed). After he died, I had a dream that he was happy while a jukebox was playing.
I'm not positive it's like Christians believe (St. Peter greeting you, pearly gates)