It seems everyone has a casual opinion of why they/people are afraid to die.

I know what scares me about it, I haven't had my share of all the bacon yet.

There is one group of people that makes me think just how someone can change

so abruptly concerning death.

 

A hardened cold blooded killer that has lived a lawless, Godless life and then in

a span of twenty minutes their life has taken a one hundred eighty degree

turn around in a religious direction with no fear of death.

 

I believe a person could pull this off for two or three weeks, but forty years?

That would go against human nature in every way. Couldn't be done.

There's too much evidence for a life after death, for that matter, there's too

many spirits roaming the earth for whatever reason.

 

The trouble with so many of us, we don't investigate, we just deny what we don't

want to be true. No fear?

 

What drives an Atheist is the same thing the drives a once saved, always saved

person. An Atheist needs to prove there isn't a God before death and a once

saved always saved needs to believe in a free ticket to Heaven before death.

 

I have a thousand opinions, but only one glaring fact I would bet my life on

and thats a secret. Now secrets, thats a whole nother story.

 

Iv

 

 

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What drives an Atheist is the same thing the drives a once saved, always saved

person. An Atheist needs to prove there isn't a God before death and a once

saved always saved needs to believe in a free ticket to Heaven before death

 

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Invic, you have no idea what drives atheists. We don't need to prove there's no god. Either you believe there isn't, (atheist) or you believe there is or could be. I don't believe there's a god so no one has to prove to me there isn't. And whether or not you believe it, there are plenty of people that are not afraid to die. Like I told RP earlier,  I'm one of those that isn't afraid to die.  Now that doesn't mean I'm not careful or that I take risks, because like I said, I don't want to leave a good party early.

I think a lot of people fear the pain that may come with death. I fear being in a hospital when I die, or being burned to death, or heart attack, or stroke, or cancer.  I don't fear actually being dead, just the process to get there.

 

As long as my body and my mind  hang on, I would like to postpone it for as long as possible.

Originally Posted by b50m:

I think a lot of people fear the pain that may come with death. I fear being in a hospital when I die, or being burned to death, or heart attack, or stroke, or cancer.  I don't fear actually being dead, just the process to get there.

 

As long as my body and my mind  hang on, I would like to postpone it for as long as possible.

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I agree b, I fear being a burden on my family with a long drawn out illness.

Much better to be hit by a comet.

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"Fear of dying" ties right into "fear of the unknown". We know so little about death and where(if anywhere) we go when we leave this body. It's still one of the biggest mysteries left. Many people think they have it all figured out but much like believing in God they cannot prove anything.

I fear growing old and helpless and living out my final days in a nursing home. Those places are so sad, depressing and hopeless. I fear cancer and a long, drawn out painful death. I like another poster has already said don't actually fear being dead just the stuff leading up to it. I'd rather go quickly, perhaps never knowing what hit me. Seems like the best way to me.

Interesting topic.
Originally Posted by dark dreamer:

"Fear of dying" ties right into "fear of the unknown". We know so little about death and where(if anywhere) we go when we leave this body. It's still one of the biggest mysteries left. Many people think they have it all figured out but much like believing in God they cannot prove anything.

 

I fear growing old and helpless and living out my final days in a nursing home. Those places are so sad, depressing and hopeless. I fear cancer and a long drawn out painful death. I like another poster has already said don't actually fear being dead just the stuff leading up to it. I'd rather go quickly, perhaps never knowing what hit me. Seems like the best way to me.

 

Interesting topic.

Ditto, all of the above.  I never thought about nursing homes until my mother was in one near the end of life.  It was a horrible place.

 

I like Vic's method. Death by comet!

I had encephalitis many years ago and almost died, and I remember where I was while they worked to bring me back.  It was a very peaceful place, I have longed for it since then, and I have no fear of being dead or dying itself.  I don't believe there is a God or gods (so I guess in that sense I would be atheist), but I know we don't end forever when we die.

 

I've seen many people right at the moment of death (worked in a hospital), and some screamed in fear while some smiled peacefully or basically fell asleep.  I do not want to leave my young children now just as I didn't want to leave my young son at the time many years ago, and I did have a choice then...perhaps I wasn't at the point of no return to my body so I got to choose.  But leaving here isn't disappearing, and I do believe there is peace after we leave here.  I'm not afraid of dying...not thrilled at the prospect of a long and painful death as I would think most would agree.

 

But I most likely would be more afraid if I hadn't had that and many other experiences I have had, and I can understand the fear of the unknown.

It is not a seminal foundation of my philosophy, but interesting nonetheless that Pink Floyd published in 1972 these lyrics:

"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

 

The quote is a conclusion.  It is not data.

 

I am not frightened of dying.  Any time will do.

 

DF

I'll take Blood, Sweat,  and Tears:



Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.

Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.

And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.

Originally Posted by b50m:

Frog,

 

Can you describe any of the feelings, surroundings,  or sensations?  I would love to hear it.


This happened twice....once in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and one in the ER when they got me there.  In the ambulance I faded out and was in the place I describe below, but I heard the paramedics asking if "she didn't have a son?" and then yelling in my ear that he needed me.  If you knew my ex you would understand why that was the only thing that would have dragged me back from that place I was.  In the ER when it happened again I watched them work on me from the top of the room above the table, and I remember seeing the doctor's scrub tag sticking out of the back of his shirt and thinking how these techniques they were using were cool but weren't anything to do with a person staying or leaving.  I kept that in mind that later when I worked in the hospital...interesting thought.

 

Both times I was simply peaceful with no emotional or physical pain.  It was the right temperature, lighting, and I felt absolutely content to be there forever, but there was a pull to eventually move on to something I was supposed to go do that would finish whatever...I'm not sure what.  There was no big white light and no particular "Godly being" there, and although I felt that there were energies around me in the distance that I might recognize, the sensations were that of simply going into a room where I rested and relaxed with no need to go anywhere else then.  I "knew" there were other places to go if I stayed and there would be others there if I wanted to be with them, but mainly the sensation and knowing was that I was simply moving on to leave my body and go on as energy.  It was the most wonderful experience both times, and  my ex agreed later that I didn't seem fully back in my body for over a year.  I really yearned to go back there...sigh.

 

I had close calls as a child (abusive parents) and remember starting to drift to that place a few times, but those two times as an adult were different since I went on to be on that place.  I still miss it, but when I give Reiki the feeling is similar enough to be very soothing to me.  But it was profound and changed how I felt about death and life, and it sharpened my senses definitely.

That's sound very similar to other people's description. Just peace, calm, and seeing things from outside your own body. It sounds very nice. I'm sure someone will chime in with 'drugged effect from dying brain cells', but it does sound pleasant.

 

I had one out of body experience as a child that was not due to being sick or hurt. It was my spirit (or something) rolling along with the wind over a field. I could feel the tumbling and see the field go by even though I was standing still holding onto a tree. It lasted for a few minutes. It was a wonderful feeling. I could never duplicate it again.

Originally Posted by rimshot:

Dying can't be as bad as living forever in the south with all its bigots and hatred.

 

There are these big things called buses. They take you places.  There are even bigger things called planes.  They fly. Try one.

Originally Posted by b50m:
Originally Posted by rimshot:

Dying can't be as bad as living forever in the south with all its bigots and hatred.

 

There are these big things called buses. They take you places.  There are even bigger things called planes.  They fly. Try one.

Do they even have buses in Alabama? Oh yes, there was a bus ride in the 60s to register voters. I remember. You must have been one of the people with the dogs and fire hoses. I hope you sleep well.

Originally Posted by rimshot:
Originally Posted by b50m:
Originally Posted by rimshot:

Dying can't be as bad as living forever in the south with all its bigots and hatred.

 

There are these big things called buses. They take you places.  There are even bigger things called planes.  They fly. Try one.

Do they even have buses in Alabama? Oh yes, there was a bus ride in the 60s to register voters. I remember. You must have been one of the people with the dogs and fire hoses. I hope you sleep well.

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C'mon Jammaboy, be nice.

 

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Originally Posted by rimshot:

Calling someone jammaboy is what I mean by bigot and hatred.

 

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If that's the worse that ever happens to you you're in good shape. Why are you still living in the 60s??

Originally Posted by Jennifer:
Originally Posted by rimshot:

Calling someone jammaboy is what I mean by bigot and hatred.

 

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If that's the worse that ever happens to you you're in good shape. Why are you still living in the 60s??

Because he's afraid to go outside??? So, rim, what other scree names have you had?

Originally Posted by b50m:
Originally Posted by Jennifer:
Originally Posted by rimshot:

Calling someone jammaboy is what I mean by bigot and hatred.

 

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If that's the worse that ever happens to you you're in good shape. Why are you still living in the 60s??

Because he's afraid to go outside??? So, rim, what other scree names have you had?

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b5m the screen name popo.That's one of her many hangups rim. She has more than one LMM/b50m/ Little Mean Mamma. She is mean. You wouldn't believe the things she has done to the poor Buffalo and rram. I try to give wide birth.

She loves to tattle. I'm almost certain I've met her in real life. There is this woman, I wont say where, but she spends all day tattling . Drives me nuts.

Originally Posted by b50m:

 I'm sure someone will chime in with 'drugged effect from dying brain cells', but it does sound pleasant.

 
Well of course!  Science has fairly definitively determined that NDE's are simply the symptoms of an oxygen-starved brain.  Out of body experience happen all the time.  They care called "dreams."  Some people have been documented to have 6 or more OOB's per year and it scares the hell out of them every time.
 

I had one out of body experience as a child that was not due to being sick or hurt. It was my spirit (or something) rolling along with the wind over a field. I could feel the tumbling and see the field go by even though I was standing still holding onto a tree. It lasted for a few minutes. It was a wonderful feeling. I could never duplicate it again.


Yup.  And I fly like superman all the time.  If I could make myself experience that feeling at will, I would never wake up.  It is the most wonderful feeling in the world.  But, alas, it's just a dream.

I also have "NDE's" often when I go to sleep.  At the junction between sleeping and waking there is a state of consciousness that is wonderfully comfortable.  I have taken a nap on a hard, cold concrete floor and still can find that comfortable place.  It's difficult to get to. The trick is to keep yourself aware just a little as you go to sleep.  There are book devoted to the subject.  Some people claim to be very good at it.  I only have limited success.  Goode "lucid dreaming" sometime.

Nothing magical about it at all. Just plain old extraordinarily complex brain function.  

I just thought I would mention this wasn't like sleep paralysis or a dream...and really science can't 100% explain what a person experiences at near death.  Yes, I accept the scientific explanation up to a point, but I've had OOE, journeyed while awake, dreamed of course, and this was a different sensation.  I have almost died several times in my life and have experienced the deprivation hallucinations, but this felt different and affected me differently.

 

But I do realize that my experience is subjective and that science would tell me that it was all due to oxygen deprivation. 

My NDE’s [dreams that is] are very very real to me. They are well arraigned into sensible experiences.

When I awake from them in the morning I go over them and usually they are a composite of things that happened the day before but amazingly have continuity involving different experiences. I remember them for days and even for months if they were interesting. Many times they are inventions of things or tasks that I am not capable of accomplishing while I’m awake. Not feats of strength or anything weird but mechanical devices that do not exist. There is never a waking moment that I have an idle mind. Even if I’m on the phone, driving or in conversation I’m pondering ideas and unknowns. I use all my spare time listening to lectures via ipod, smart phone or laptop. I listen sometimes until 2 AM and fall asleep.

Last night I dreamed I was on the campus of Stanford University. I realized Dr. Susskind and Dr Conway taught there and what would be the chance I would see them. I ask a student about their offices and was pointed to the building. To make a long story short I got to meet with both of them and I did convey to Dr. Conway my concern for his health and that he was such an important individual and the scientific world could not do without him. Susskind agreed and ask me my opinion about a scientific subject and when I gave the answer he was pleased. I was elated. Then Susskind ask me if I could give a couple of his students a ride back to Florence. No farther instructions other than their name was given. Gray was the last name and when I went into a crowd I called their name and they walked up and introduced themselves. I had become separated from a friend Ed who was with me and the rest of the dream was trying to find him and explain we had additional passengers . We must have made it home.

Originally Posted by Jennifer:

Frog I have no idea how it works. I've read that people from all over the world claim NDE and truly believe they've had them, and what they experience goes along with what they have been told and believe about their culture's afterlife.


I agree and the funny thing is that I was Catholic at the time and one would think my frame of reference would be God-centered, but it wasn't.  Anyway, I was a different person in many ways after that, and whatever the cause I am much more sensitive to many things...it changed things on several levels.  I'll take it whatever the explanation..lol.

Originally Posted by vminetree:

Want to know the truth about dying?  It is found at this link!!!  In this message, Dr. Stanley shares with us the incredible victory Christ had over death.  http://www.intouch.org/broadca..._of_the_resurrection

 

 

"For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity." --William Penn


 


But of course his opinions are no more fact than my experiences...interesting, but not necessarily a truth.

 

Originally Posted by Unobtanium:

Yup.  And I fly like superman all the time.  If I could make myself experience that feeling at will, I would never wake up.  It is the most wonderful feeling in the world.  But, alas, it's just a dream.

Nothing magical about it at all. Just plain old extraordinarily complex brain function.  

Sorry Unob, I was wide awake, standing outside at the time. No dreaming. But since you gave the answer I had expected, no surprise.

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