Life after death???

[lukenick1]

Wish there was proof that there is life after death. Would make my Mom's death a whole lot easier for me

 

[NY Disney fan]

Well if you read books about people on their death beds many of them have similar stories of seeing heaven and family memebers who have died. This is hard core proof (for me) that there is a heaven. I'm sorry about your Mom

Here's a good thread for you:
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=2417893&highlight=deathbed

 

[Philagoofy]

So sorry about your loss. You can still believe you will be with her again. I often think, how can people love so much only to never see their loved ones again. Whatever else I believe or don't believe, I have to believe that I will see my parents and others again after we all go.

 

[AKL_Megs]

I think Heaven exists, and is the ultimate whatever-your-utopia-is (for me, it's WDW on an eternally perfect day), and everyone important to you who has passed is there to greet you at the gates.

In my mind, if I died today, it's the entrance to MK, and my grandfather is there with my late-step-FIL, along with another special person who was in my life, and they are waiting for me for a fun day in the park!

I am sure your mom is with those she loved who have also passed, and they are having HER perfect day!

 

[LuvOrlando]

I am so sorry you are going through such a hard time.

I don't think there is life after death exactly, but I do think we exist after our bodies pass. In my case I've been visited in dreams by the people I have loved or been related to during very hard periods in my life. This has happened very few times, maybe 3. One that stands out is a time when my Grandfather, who died 20 years before I was even born, came to me and told me he was watching over me and I would be ok.

I think those who really love us are always close, but we just can't see them. I believe sometimes some of us are sensitive to get a glimpse but some of us are not but that does not make them any less present. I guess Faith takes over from there. Believing is such a huge comfort to me.... I am grateful for it.

I hope you find comfort somewhere.

 

[Pigeon]

I don't believe at all in life after death. But I do believe that people we've loved live on in our hearts. My mom died years ago, and I still can hear her voice (in a metaphoric way, not in a schizophrenic way ) at difficult times in my life.

 

[JoBird]

I believe that there is life after death-
for me it would be excrutiating to think that I'd never see my Daddy again- I loved him so much.

This poem has always helped me deal with the feelings i could never put into words- I hope it gives comfort to you as well.




Parable of Immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry Van **** - 1852 - 1933


I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!'
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
'Here she comes!'

 

[iwrbnd]

Add me as someone who believes in life after death. Every culture of every nation talks about it. I believe it has been put in us to know this.

 

[Robinrs]

My Mom is ALWAYS with me!

 

[Jennasis]

There is an afterlife. not like what we have now, but we certainly do not cease to be. It's a very long story, but I know beyond any doubt that Heaven exists.

 

[okeydokey]

There is an afterlife. not like what we have now, but we certainly do not cease to be. It's a very long story, but I know beyond any doubt that Heaven exists.

I'd love to hear it if you want to tell it.

 

[NY Disney fan]

Me too!!!

 

[AKL_Megs]

I'd love to hear it if you want to tell it.

Oh, me too. Share, please?

 

[CathrynRose]

Wish there was proof that there is life after death. Would make my Mom's death a whole lot easier for me

Can I ask you to take a look at this site? It fascinated me for months BEFORE she died, and I now feel I came across it in preparation for her passing:

http://www.near-death.com/

It's huge. HUGE! But will suck you in, and make you feel really okay. I promise.

And everyone - atheists, christians, jews, muslims - they all have the same 'after life' experience. All of them.

Read a little. I also have a fantastic book, that if you would like, I would love to pass on to you.

 

[CathrynRose]

My Mom is ALWAYS with me!

Me too.

 

[sjs314]

So sorry for your loss, I too am greiving, have been for months since loseing my youngest son last July. I do believe in an after life and I feel as if my son is still here with me , I talk to him all the time and that for me gives me comfort. His wishes were to be cremated so I wear a heart locket with some of his ashes , I find myself kissing it before I go to sleep and I know my DS will be with us on our upcoming vacation in November.

 

[disneymarie]

Wish there was proof that there is life after death. Would make my Mom's death a whole lot easier for me

I am so sorry you lost your Mom.
I believe that our loved ones are with us, they know what is going on in our life.
I lost my grandmother in 1979, she was living two doors away at my parents. Early in the morning hours I heard a call from the other room say Sis, sissy, I looked and no one was there. About 15 minutes later my dd 4 came down the stairs and said Mommy, someone is calling me, we called her Sissy,,,,,,
My Dad called me soon after to sat grandma passed away.

Several years later at my dad's veiwing in 2000 my very staunch Aunt and Uncle heard me relate my experience years ago, it was his mom too.
The shared with me how the night grandma passed they heard my uncles name called and woke up. Thinking my grandma had come down from my parents home they woke to talk to her. She was not there, they checked the spare room and no one there....In a few minutes they received the call from my dad that she passed away. This had to take a lot for them to share,

After that one night I had a dream my dad was in the room he stayed in with me. On the bed was tools, he was a mechanic, war memorbilia he was injured at Normandy, and sheets of legal documents with the blue page like a divorce or deed would be on. I did not understand. I asked my dad if I could hold his hand. He acted like I should not but I insisted and when I took his hand it was cold and hard.
With in months I found out my brother with the same name had mortgaged the home in Dad's name and it was being forclosed on in DADs name....

My Uncle told me, he and my Aunt were on their side porch when they heard someone call my uncle by his shortened name. Only my dad called him that. They went into the kitchen and living room to the front door looking for who it could be. No one was there. They went down the basement out the garage door, around the outside of the home, no one there.
I swear these people had to take a lot to share as they would be none believers.

My dad and I use to sit and watch night line every night before he went to bed. One night just after dad's death I went into the bathroom. While sitting there, on the back of the toilet lid a porcelin Cherub soap holder started sliding slowly across the lid, then took a nose dive into the trash can. I sat still and said Daddy if you go in the living room, I will come out and watch nighline with you...

I also lost a dd, I have an attached scent with her, I had one with Dad, and one of violets with my dd. It is not all the time I can detect it, but sometimes it is so overwhelming I am dizzy. There are other things with her, but too emotional to talk about.

So yes there is spirit after death, our loved ones are near when we need them, be open. It took a few months until I could feel my dd. I told myself she is busy with all the family there and took time to connect and let me know she is near.

 

[metalis4ever]

First off Sorry for your loss As I too can relate to what you are going through in the past 2 years I have lost both Grandfathers and my Mother-In Law.....

So yeah, I can understand that desire to believe. I think it does make grieving easier for many people. But at the same time, if there is an infinite afterlife, it would diminish the importance of the life she lived here.

I as an almost lifelong Atheist have no problem in accepting the fleetingness of our existence and find the prospect of a continuous life after death rather horrifying.
We are born, we live, learn and experience and we die ...why more?

Having said that everyone grieves in their own way and if you choose not to believe in an afterlife just remember others may cast judgment on you just don't take it personal when and if you become the target for others anger towards or misunderstanding of your personal grieving process.

As I said personally I choose to remember the time spent with my loved ones that are no longer with me so in that sense they will live on forever in my heart and mind for me that is comfort enough......

 

[lukenick1]

Can I ask you to take a look at this site? It fascinated me for months BEFORE she died, and I now feel I came across it in preparation for her passing:

http://www.near-death.com/

It's huge. HUGE! But will suck you in, and make you feel really okay. I promise.

And everyone - atheists, christians, jews, muslims - they all have the same 'after life' experience. All of them.

Read a little. I also have a fantastic book, that if you would like, I would love to pass on to you.

Thank you....what is the book your talking about??

 

[Jennasis]

I'd love to hear it if you want to tell it.

Oh, me too. Share, please?

Me too!!!

Okey dokey. It's got a few parts.


Part I:
My mom was the medical assistant at an OB/GYN office for many years. A patient came in for her exam a few weeks after giving birth, toting the baby and her 4 year old with her. My mom and the nurses crowded around to ooh and ahh over the baby, and my mom asked how the 4 year old, "Sally", was handling the new addition. The mother said that something strange happened. Sally kept insisting, from the minute the baby was brought home, that she wanted to be ALONE with the baby. No mommy and daddy allowed...just Sally and the baby. Needless to say, the parents were worried about why Sally was so insistent on being alone with the baby, but the little girl was RELENTLESS. So the mom set up the baby monitor so she could listen in and then told Sally should could go into the baby's room for a few minutes with the baby (who was in the crib). Sally went in and shut the door (mom getting a little freaked now, so she peaks in a crack). Sally leans over the edge of the crib and says to the baby:

"Tell me about Jesus. I'm starting to forget him."



NO joke, folks. This family was as unreligious as it gets. No church, no baptism. They just didn't "do" that stuff. Jesus had never been mentioned by any of them (including grandparents).


Part II:
Years ago I went through a "phase" where I was terrified of dying. Not just HOW I would die, but about what happens AFTER you die. The thought of ceasing to exist was just terrifying. It got so bad that I couldn't eat, or sleep. I wouldn't go anywhere (might die, you know), wouldn't socialize (what's the point? Everyone is going to die). It became all-consuming and crippling. This went on for a solid three months. Then one night, my mom finally asked me what was wrong and I told her. My mom is the most spiritual person I know (not religious...just very spiritual). So she asked me if I believed in God. I actually got mad at her. Of course I do. So she said, if you believe in God then you have to believe in Heaven. They're one and the same. Doubting the afterlife means you have lost your faith.

Well that actually made me feel even WORSE. Now not only was I terrified of the "Void", the nothingness of death, but now I had lost my faith in everything. My mom left to run some errands and I was alone in the house. Petrified, angry, and lost. I sat on the couch in my living room and I cried...and cried...and cried. I wept in fear, in anger, in anguish. In desperation, I fell on my knees and screamed out "Jesus, please! I can't live like this anymore. I can't live in constant fear and terror. Not knowing....Please help me!"...and I cried hysterically.

Then it happened. The room suddenly became devoid of all sound. Like the air itself had been sucked out of the room (or the whole world). And in an instant...like snapping your fingers....I stopped crying. I was suddenly filled with unimaginable JOY. Unimaginable PEACE. I can't explain it properly, but Jesus was IN the room with me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence, just as if there had been an actual person sitting on the couch beside me, his hand on my head. And I will never forget what he said....

"Don't be silly. Of COURSE there's a Heaven."

That was it. All doubt, was instantly gone from my mind. I have never been so completely sure of anything in my life. Just like I know the sky is blue. The panic, the anger, the abject fear, instantly washed away. I have never since, EVER, doubted the existence of God, Heaven, or my savior Jesus. There is no doubt. I have seen him, felt him, been touched by him. I KNOW. It was the greatest gift I've ever been given.

You should also know that before that moment, there was NOTHING religious or spiritual about me. I went to church, grudgingly, on Easter once a year to please my mom. I still don't go to church. but I know.


I KNOW.