r/afterlife

Can someone more knowledgeable give me some insight on the problems of evil in the world, past and present. I believe most people are good, and that at the end of it all we will meet again in one way or another. But I have such a hard time understanding somethings and how someone could even think to do them.

Slavery being a big thought problem im having. How did people think it was ok? Did people actually believe it was entirely normal? Im a live and let live sort of person, so long as you arent harming anyone or yourself, or making your problems someone else's problem. I cant understand how people could do it. I also dont get rasicsm. Were all people right? Why do differences in physical appearance make any difference? So long as you are a decent person, isnt that all that matters?

Im just struggling with the thought of it all and I dont know how to reconcile it. How can those who've done such evil meet again in an afterlife if they believe humans arent all, well, human?

I am wondering because I wonder how people who have died in the past view the advancement of technology? Im sure some of the technology is incomprehensible.

I’ve just lost someone i am deeply in love with and he was very young (28) and i really hope I get to see him again, and do the things we were supposed to do down here when my time comes.

I have a few questions:

1. Since he has died very young (homicide), is it likely that he will have reincarnated and so, won’t be available to spend time with me when my time comes?

2. Since i will most likely die old, will he most likely have time to get ‘’bored’’ of me and his earthly attachment?

3. What do you see spirits do in the afterlife? I wish we could go to the beach, hug, etc. I miss him so much :(

Thanks for reading me!

I heard some people are able to do this with stuff like OBEs, ADC, meditation, etc. I was wondering what is the safest way to get a feeling or glimpse of the world beyond without putting my life in danger? I'd like to avoid drugs if possible.

Hey y'all,

I've been trying to track down an account I had read in the past, but I'm at that point where I've just read and listened and seen a few too many to always perfectly remember where I found every last one.

The account (which I believe may have been an ADC and not an NDE) referenced asking one deceased family member about a second deceased family member and receiving the answer (through a kind of visual flash) that the second family member was living in, essentially, what was interpreted as a wizard's tower. The message was given that that family member was isolated on purpose because they preferred to be alone. I think it may have gone into a little further detail about that family member emerging from that place when wanted/needed, so it wasn't like they were cut off forever, but I'll stop here because the details are fuzzy.

Does this account ring any bells for people? And then more generally, does anyone have any other accounts of privacy in the afterlife? People who withdraw, people who put up walls, people who go into their own worlds, etc. Not in a scary or petty "you'll never see me again!" way, but just people who do their own thing and others then respect that.

Thanks, gang!

Hello all, I came across this group and thought I would share a near death experience I had.

The story itself isn’t too long, but is genuinely the most horrifying experience I have ever experienced in my life. I’ll start by saying that from a young age, about 12-13 years old, I have struggled with drug use and partying, which ultimately led to full blown addiction. When I was in my late teens I got into some trouble with the law and at 20 years old I was court ordered to attend rehab, I attended, dealt with all my charges, I got sober, went to college, started my career, and stayed sober for 4 years. After 4 years of sobriety, I slipped back into active addiction and relapsed for 3 years and during those 3 years, things went downhill for me very quick. I lost my job that I was excelling in (I was promoted twice in my first year and a half) I lost my home, my car, lost a lot of friends, and my relationship and ended up having to move back home into my parents house, where I grew up.

My bedroom was right beside my parents bedroom and they had gone to sleep one night. I was in my room getting high and ended up overdosing and dying and I can vividly remember everything. I’ll also add that this honestly wasn’t my first time overdosing, but it was the only time my heart actually came to a complete stop and the only time I experienced the afterlife - or at least a specific area of it.

I was an IV user and did a “shot” then I remember my heart starting to beat really really fast, then slow all the way down and struggle to beat at all, then it would start to beat really fast again, then slow all the way down again. I then could literally feel my heart take its last beat, as my lungs gasped for air and felt like they were closing up. As soon and my heart took that last beat, everything turned pitch black.

After everything turned black, I started falling down into the blackness, i was falling incredibly fast, and where I was falling to felt so far down because I was moving so quick and the black nothingness just kept going and going. It felt like I was falling for hours. And as I was falling I could hear my sister laughing at me (she didn’t even live in the same town as me, nor was she at my parents house that night) but it wasn’t her regular, sweet and normal laugh, it was like, a realllllyyyy scary, evil and sinister laugh, that just kept getting faster and louder, I remember feeling so scared but she just kept laughing at me, despite seeing how terrified I was. (Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel that she was watching me as she was laughing at me.)

When I finally stopped falling and hit what felt like the ground (everything was still pitch black so I couldn’t see anything) everything started spinning fast. It almost felt like a marry-go-round, the kind you would find at a park, but the spinning was 1000x faster, in pitch blackness, with my big sister sinisterly laughing at and watching me. I was begging who I thought was my big sister (we’ll call her Sally) to please help me and to please quit laughing at me, but that laugh just kept getting louder. I was begging, crying and yelling at her: “Sally, please stop laughing at me, this isn’t funny, I’m dead, why are you laughing at me? Please help me Sally.” But again, the laugh just kept getting laughing at me.

The spinning and the laughing just continued as I was crying and bawling my eyes out. It literally felt like I was down there for YEAAAARSSSS. Wherever that place was, the time there 100% moved differently. It really honestly felt like I was down there for a hundred years. (Despite my parents stating I was only out for about 10 minutes before the ambulance arrived)

I just kept crying and begging that voice to stop laughing at me. Then, I finally said: “God, Jesus, I’m am so sorry, please give me another chance” and I shit you not, AS SOON as I said that, I woke up with two paramedics leaning over me, asking me if I knew where I was, and asking me what my name was.

I spent the night in the hospital and when I got back from the hospital the next day I was using the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I had a black eye, a bruised nose and a fat lip. I asked my mom why I looked beat up and she said that when she found me on the ground after hearing a loud bang, that I was repeatedly smashing my face into the floor. Then I just stopped and quit breathing. My mom stated she has never seen anything like it, she tried stopping me and getting me to calm down, but I just repeatedly, on purpose, kept smashing my face into the floor, then I stopped, went pale and quit moving.

(FYI, I was using cocai*e, but when the doctor ran blood work, he found fentany* in my system - the stuff I bought ended up being laced.) I guess that is why my heart was speeding up and slowing down, the mixture of uppers and downers was essentially confusing my body/heart.

I know this story may not sound that scary, maybe one would have to experience it themselves to fully grasp the horror of it, but I mean it when I say it was literally THEEEE absolute most terrifying thing I have ever experienced in my life, and I still get goosebumps thinking about that laugh and that place I went. It was just pure black nothingness and terror. I hope when it’s time for me to go for good, that I never have to go back to wherever that place was.

I have told a few people about the experience, some say I was in purgatory, some say I was in hell, some say it was my consciousness creating and placing myself into that space, because I had too much guilt, a specific level of hell, some say a low vibrational space in the spirit world, and that demons or negative entities were trying to possess my body as I was dying, why I was purposely smashing my face into the floor to hurt myself. Personally, I believe that it was a form of hell, or that I was on my way there and that bad energy/spirits/demonic forces (whatever you want to call it) were there to torture, make fun of and mock me. That’s definitely what it felt like anyways!

At the end of the day though, I'm not sure it really matters where that place was, I think what really matters is that God gave me another chance to get my life together and heard my cry for help as soon as I called on his name, and forgave me for the life I was living as soon as I asked for that forgiveness. Like I said, it felt like I was down there for years, but it only took seconds for God to hear my call for help and bring me back. I actually sometimes tear up thinking about how quick he was to show me love and help me once I called on him lol. I really feel in my heart it was the Creator who really saved me, despite not even being a Christian at that time. I know a lot of folks will disagree or have their own thoughts on it, and that’s totally ok, I’m not trying to push the idea of God onto anyone, simply just sharing my own thoughts/feelings on it.

I also wanted to add, a little off topic maybe, but I hope people understand that addiction isn’t something you choose, sure, people choose to try or experiment with substances and alcohol, who hasn’t partied in their teens? But addiction is another level of use that is unbelievably hard to beat, something that can stay with and follow you around despite being sober for years. In my culture we refer to addiction as “the spirit of addiction” or “the spirit of alcohol” or “the spirit of drugs” because addiction is said to actually be a bad spirit that will continue to follow you around quietly, in hopes to consume or take advantage of you when your at your most vulnerable. I have seen a lot of things throughout my addiction over the years and can say that your soul definitely becomes more vulnerable and susceptible to low vibrational energies when you’re living that lifestyle. A part of you wants so badly to get sober, but it’s like something else or another part of you takes over control and won’t let you stop, and keeps forcing you back to the substances, even despite all the negative consequences caused by them and despite no longer wanting to use anymore.

Incase you’re wondering, I am sober again now, over 3 years.

If there’s anyone reading this that are struggling with the spirit of addiction, you can make it out, just keep fighting and trying, try ten times over again if you have to. And remember even when it feels impossible to love yourself, you are in-fact loved. ❤️

TW: Suicide attempt mentioned but no gore/details provided.

On 6/2 (a few weeks ago) I hung myself in my kitchen and had to be airlifted to a trauma center two hours away. I was clinically “gone” for 8 mins according to the medics, flight crew & deputies who worked on me.

However, I don’t remember any of it. I didn’t see a bright light, meet relatives, hear a calming welcoming voice…none of that. It was just nothing. From the moment I “did the deed” to the moment I woke up in the ER wearing a neck brace & having no clue what happened, I don’t remember anything else.

I’ve always been extremely spiritual (but not religious) so this has been kinda messing with me quite a bit. I have always leaned towards reincarnation as a belief of what happens once we pass, but now I’m just not sure anymore. I’m really hoping that something did in fact happen and I just can’t remember bc I wasn’t really in this realm anymore, but I’ve read about so many people having NDE’s and remembering them so I’m not sure why I can’t 🥺

For additional context, I spent two weeks in the hospital and am staying with my parents for the time being. I’m also doing intensive outpatient treatment and am doing much better than I was 😊 Hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day/night!!

When you've suffered enough to make you consider death, when emotions are running wild and the only way you can think of to shut them up is to just end it all; do you really have to suffer even more in the afterlife? Why would a good God do that? Wouldn't an omniscient God know exactly how the person felt and what made them choose such a drastic choice? Wouldn't a good and forgiving God feel bad for the person and give them the happiness they never had in life? So why does almost every religion say that suicidal people have a reserved spot for all eternity being tortured in hell, or getting bad karma and reincarnating in a worse life, wandering with regrets in the form of a spirit, etc? It just seems unfair.

Is there a something after death

I believe that our souls are eternal. When we 'die' here, we leave our bodies behind like we might with an old broken-down car. It's just a thing. I have not doubt that our consciousness lives on.

Yesterday, I watched a Hindu man tell his incredible NDE story. Boiling it down, he said he found himself looking at a walled city or walled compound with 12 golden doors. He said he could see that it was heaven inside. He wanted desperately to get inside, but was instead isolated on a platform. Eventually, an extremely imposing figure comes into view. He believes it is God. He has a life review and now understand his flaws and sins. The man he 'speaks' with tells him he is not ready and must go back. He is shown a very narrow door. When he goes back to his life, he must make some changes and be a better person. But, there are vague conditions about how to enter the narrow door when it is truly his time. In time, the man discovers that the narrow doorway is connected to a story in the Bible and that he must take Jesus into his heart in order to enter the gates of heaven.

To me, this contradicts a vast majority of stories that basically put spirituality, goodness and love as the most important virtues. My sense of things is that regardless of your faith, education, knowledge, or religion, we all go to the same 'place'. Maybe we have slightly different experiences based on familiarity, but essentially what happens to a man or woman who dies in Asia or Africa...the same thing will happen to me.

So, the question is, if you believe in an afterlife, are there different afterlives? Are some people in the so-called golden city and other's, even if they are good people, always going to be looking in with envy...simply because they didn't profess their faith in Jesus? I know my Christian family and friends believe this, but, to me, it seems illogical. More than anything, As much as it sounds like I might be looking for religious debate, I'm not.

I never want to come back here again, this life has been horrible. i suffer from severe OCD and schizophrenia which has ruined my life and caused me significant disability for almost 20 years. the only person i ever loved died in my arms on my birthday of all days, i have no friends, i cannot work and i absolutely hate being alive. i know everybody has problems in life which i can respect, but this incarnation has not been a very nice one. - does anybody else not want to reincarnate on earth ever again?

... all the evidence that says otherwise?

Neuroscience studies that prove that whatever you call "consciousness" is a result of brain cells input/output, electrical signals and chemicals? Despite the existence of anasthesia/coma? Despite the fact that memories are neural pathways which makes post-mortem memory transfer impossible? I mean how would that even work in theory?

NDE are just people hallucinating.

Brain doesnt work like radio. Its possible to detect radio signals. It should be possible to see souls/energy flying everywhere and track them. But its not. And all of those reincarnation stories are just kids and parents making stuff up. I mean if reincarnation was possible everybody or atleast majority of people would have some past life memories. Do you? I dont.

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.

So this might be a silly question but since a lot of people say our lives go on as usual in the afterlife and we get to read books, study etc. Do we also get to write books or do scientific research or something? Research has always been my dream but i worry about not having enough time or resources here on earth to pursue it. So I'm wondering what you guys think esp cos there are mediums on this sub who have more knowledge than the rest of us.

I lost the love of my life April 30 very suddenly. He was going to pick up our toddler from swim lessons and was hit by a drunk driver going 100mph who crossed the center line. I replay arriving at the scene daily in my mind. I have never ever hurt like this. I also carry my son’s pain because he and his daddy were inseparable. This has sent me searching for as much proof of the afterlife as I can possibly get.

For context, our toddler was a surprise later in life- I have 2 now grown children from a previous marriage and we have a 2 year old granddaughter, haha. The decade we had together was the best in my life, and my husband finally got to be a dad, stepdad and papa. He relished his roles. Now I’m 40 years old and all alone and looking at a possibility of another 40 years of life without him.

So my issue is the conflict of ever having another relationship. I want HIM. I hope with everything in me that I get to be with him again someday when I go. I struggle with people’s responses to this dilemma because it feels so cold and distant to me-like how there’s no marriage or jealousy after this. Yes I know jealousy is not a positive aspect in general but it comes across like there’s no intimate one on one love. People say he’s at peace he’s happy but how could he be happy having been torn from his family and young son he adored? I just feel like I’m going to die of loneliness but I also can’t stand the thought of sharing that type of intimacy with anyone else . If I did, would I still get to choose him after this life? Would he even want me then? I just needed to get this off of my chest.

If our universe ends someday, will the afterlife realm end too? Or is the afterlife a concept that is above the universe? What do you guys think?

I've personally never experienced anything supernatural. That being said, I hope that there is an afterlife akin to the Rainbow Bridge story. There is nothing more that I desire than to be reunited after death with everyone that I have ever loved.

Do you have to believe in it to be able to see it?

We all know somebody who has had premonitions or dreams of a loved one communicating to them the day or night of their death. Dreams are generally unrecalled by the time we wake, but things like this clearly stand out in the mind as being significant, and are soon realized to have real world-importance...