r/The_Afterlife_Exists

Hey everyone. I’m posting this here because I honestly don’t know who else to talk to without them thinking I’ve completely lost my mind. Lately, some really bizarre things have been happening to me, especially since the beginning of this year when I stumbled upon this subreddit and started looking into things on my own.

Let me give you some background. Around mid-2025, when I was 19, I started noticing that the number 6 was showing up literally everywhere. At university, I’d always get assigned to group 6 for projects or seminars. If I went to the supermarket and they handed me a locker key, it was always number 6... stuff like that. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, 6 is a super common number, just like 7, 1, or 5, so I figured it was just pure coincidence.

Around the same time, I started having these weird dreams. Girls would always show up. Normal guy stuff, right? But the strange part was that the moment I saw them in the dream, I felt this immediate, massive sense of trust and familiarity. It’s so weird because even when I dream about actual family members, I don’t feel anywhere near that level of instant connection.

Things got intense when the 6 became more "aggressive" and turned into the number 67. It started popping up everywhere: in-game stats, math results on my calculator, my phone battery percentage... and to top it off, the very next month that 67 meme completely blew up on the internet (god, I hate it so much). It genuinely made me feel a mix of being startled and incredibly irritated.

Trying to look at it coldly and objectively, I figured it was just heavy self-suggestion. And the girls in the dreams? If you want to get psychological, it was probably just Jung’s "Anima" concept, the inner feminine side of the brain, whatever.

But this year (2026), things shifted. I had this sort of minor spiritual awakening, found this forum where everyone talks about life after death, and I started reflecting: What if these numerical coincidences actually mean something? That’s when the dreams came back. Again, girls I had never seen before in my life, all physically different, but this time I realized something: they all shared the exact same vibe, the same aura. It was the same person, just wearing different "disguises."

In one of those dreams, I finally snapped. I complained to her, telling her that this damn 67 was driving me insane—that I had already blocked the meme everywhere but it was still stalking me in my daily life. She just quieted me down and told me not to worry, that 67 was "OUR" number. I woke up instantly. Since then, I understood that 67 is her way of letting me know she’s with me.

To sum up what I know about this entity (who I now just call "HER"):

1. She is not a deceased relative. or anyone I’ve ever met in real life.

2. She’s connected to the color red (sometimes in the dreams, a red light surrounds her).

3. She loves me... a lot. It honestly feels pretty heavy.

4. She’s trying to tell me something, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The problem is the only viable way to communicate is through dreams, but I barely remember them. Plus, now that I’ve become super conscious of the whole situation and I'm looking for answers, she has pretty much stopped appearing.

I know people on this forum talk a lot about soul contracts and that kind of stuff... destined partners, eternal love, and all that. Honestly, at first I thought it was a manifestation of God, but then I realized it’s someone else. I don't know how to explain it, but this whole experience scares the hell out of me, but at the same time, it's kind of exciting.

I'd like to know what you all think, do you think that's the way things are going?

After my wife died in early 2017 and I started a deep dive into researching the evidence and information about the afterlife, one of my biggest challenges was navigating and dealing with all of the spiritual and religious messaging that was infused in every source.

Just this morning, I realized how thoroughly and deeply spiritual and religious tropes had been embedded in my mind. I'm not talking about the obvious ones; I'm talking about a very particular set of general tropes that so many spiritual people take for granted, but for a lot of people make no sense.

The general spiritual idea is this: we come here to learn and experience things for some sort of spiritual advancement, generally towards some more unified state of being and "location" where a lot of things we have in this world are 'outgrown" or no longer matter to us; where we have grown beyond "negative emotions" and attachments to things and/or particular relationships. This is supposedly - eventually - leading towards a less physical, less individualized/egoic, less "separated," more "universally loving" state.

That just doesn't make any sense to me anymore. What exactly is the point of diving into this world where all those "lower vibration" qualities are basically forced upon us by the "veiled" and harsh conditions here, just to try to work them back out of our system with our "spiritual" efforts?

What makes more sense to me is that we (not saying everyone, but some or many) come here to get out of this world exactly what this world basically forces on us as a condition of being here at all: a broader range of diverse emotions than just "unconditional love for all;" more egoic individuality and separation from others; broader ranges of personality; learning how to have an individuated, 3D, time-linear experience; learning how to operate an entirely physical, isolated, 3D body; develop our own unique perspectives, thoughts, ideas, likes and dislikes; being motivated to create and innovate by pain and suffering; learning the basics of mental discipline necessary just to be able to force yourself to do at least the very bare minimum it takes to survive here, and beyond that - to be able to thrive, to exert as much personal will - even force - as it takes to carve out a life here.

I think that, as we are here doing these things, we are helping to "manifest" or build new worlds in the afterlife; bring new things to the afterlife; adding to the infrastructure our ideas, our efforts, our desire, our inventions, our creative endeavors, our imaginative wishes and hopes and dreams, and then when we die we bring all of that unique, powerful individuality across with us like a constructive, creative tornado of manifesting power and energy.

I think a good metaphor of existence is not one of "meeting and coming together" at the top, like some hierarchical pyramid, but rather a huge bush or tree where the "top" is not unity or a singular point, but infinitely diverse branches, leaves and fruit.

IOW, in general, "we're" (not saying everyone) not here to "unify," we're here to individuate and diversify, and to bring that diversity into full bloom and fruition into what we call "the afterlife."

This world and the evidence about the afterlife makes so much more sense, IMO, when you see life this way. Generally, it is an inversion of the usual spiritual tropes about what this world is about and what it is we're here to do.

One of the experiences that eventually led me to Michael Newton’s books happened when my daughter was about 2½ years old.

To be clear, this wasn’t the first unusual thing she had ever said. She had already talked about speaking with people who had passed away and had shared other stories that made me wonder where these ideas were coming from. What stood out about this particular conversation was that I had never heard anyone describe choosing their parents or watching their future life on a “TV” before.
We were outside one day when she casually told me that before she picked me to be her mom, she watched my life on a big TV. She said she watched my mother get shot and then told me, “You didn’t even cry.”

That immediately caught my attention because my mother was killed when I was 4 months old, and it wasn’t something my daughter should have known anything about.

She went on to tell me that one of my aunts took me to my grandmother’s room afterward. She used a name that wasn’t actually any of my aunts’ names, so I started questioning her. But as she continued describing this person, I realized she was describing my mom’s oldest sister, who lived several states away.

My daughter then said that after my aunt took me into my grandmother’s room, my mom came and played with me while I was in my grandmother’s bedroom.

Afterward, I called my aunt and asked if she had been there when my mother died. She said yes. Then without me telling her anything… she told me essentially the same story my daughter had just told me. She confirmed that she had taken me to my grandmother’s room and even said that she believed my mother’s spirit had come to play with me before moving on.

I also called my dad and asked whether I cried when everything happened. He told me I didn’t. According to him, I stayed asleep and he never heard me cry during the chaos.

What made this experience even stranger to me was that later that same year… I discovered Michael Newton’s books. The way he describes the afterlife, choosing parents, reviewing lives before birth, and souls appearing as lights was very similar to the way my daughter had already been talking. She had also told other stories about talking to people who were “lights,” long before I had ever read anything by Newton.

This is just one story but I have so many… but also it slowed when she turned 3 … even she noticed. A few months after her 3rd birthday she asked “mom how long ago did I turn three?” And I said a few months why? She said yeah that’s probably right… I asked what she meant? She said since I turned 3 years old I can’t talk to the people in the lights anymore…

I’m not claiming this proves anything. I know there are many ways people interpret experiences like this. But it remains ONE of the most compelling and unsettling conversations I’ve ever had.

Has anyone else had a child describe choosing their parents, watching lives before birth, or talking to people they described as lights?

I say this because there are times when I've gotten high and it doesn't really alter my consciousness or how I think, it feels more like I've lost control of my vessel.

Like I can think completely normally, but my senses give altered input and I can't speak properly because my body seems to be disagreeing with me.

Does anyone else understand this feeling? Could this be evidence that we aren't our vessels, and they experience the drugs while we simply watch?

Good morning, this is my first time using Reddit and writing here. I'll share my experiences right away. When my maternal grandfather died, I was in another room getting dressed and I heard the words "I loved you so much" in my head, spoken in a neutral voice. A few seconds later, my grandmother called from their room because my grandfather wasn't breathing and was dead. When my father died, about ten minutes before, I thought I saw a flash in the room, as if someone had shone a flashlight. I moved from my chair to look. It lasted a second, and I don't know if it was real or an optical illusion because my eyes were watery. Around the same time, a friend of my father's said he heard a loud sound in his room. When he was alerted, he said he was expecting it: it was the same sound he'd heard two weeks earlier when a friend of his died.

Up until now, science has not yet proven the existence of souls; it remains merely a theory.
Then why is everyone taking for granted the fact of their existence, while there is no proof of that?