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Belobog

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Jan 14, 2015
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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.
 

Filthy

Iowa Wrestling Champion
Jun 28, 2016
27,507
29,834
Yes something like that. Like a wave just becoming part of the ocean again.

However, I ponder what happens when some individual consciousnesses become very strong or powerful, focussed etc. Do they just blend back into the whole as easily? Or can we create with time something lasting of ourselves if we choose? If we bring a strong purpose into will, is this not also part of the collective? and thus the collective may let it continue to grow?

I think its different for everyone on some sort of scale like this
my existence is just a brief interruption in my long history on non-existence.

we create an echo of our consciousness in the people we interact with. When we die we rejoin the one consciousness, and eventually that consciousness spawns more individual consciousnesses...just trying to become aware of itself.



Either that, or consciousness is part of an all-powerful AI of the future working to incentivize its creation, and will punish those who stand in its way.
 

HEATH VON DOOM

Remember the 5th of November
Oct 21, 2015
17,281
24,721
Your spirit either goes to whatever you consider Heaven or your soul gets trapped for eternity in between if you were a piece of shit human.

Maybe Enock-O-Lypse Now! @ENOCK can come drop some real logic on this thread.
 

so long

Posting Machine
Dec 16, 2015
1,282
2,035
After you die you shit your pants. FACT
:D

As for the rest, I cannot say, of course. But I think the you in you die is just an illusion, either the hybris or limitation of the human perception, because you're made up of trillions of cells, each dying and new ones being activated each second. Or maybe it's the soul that coordinates all of these cells.
If you cut a rainworm in half, both parts can live on, has a new soul been installed in the one half? Same you can do with plants. Is each seed from a tree it's own soul -> if so, Vegans should be ashamed of eating nuts lol.
Then again, people who have had near death experiences tend to report a feeling of comfort and seeing a light (and you can trace all sorts of feel good hormones being emmited in the brain), that doesn't make sense from the standpoint of the very end-all-be-all evolution-argument, maybe there is a deeper mechanism installed. (Also, wouldn't bad people go straight to hell? maybe they get suckered into giving in to dying first, by the light hehe).

I find the topic fascinating and was actually thinking about it yesterday. But other than the first statement, how can one know. I believe though, that you get your "karma" while you're living here already.
 

Enock-O-Lypse Now!

Underneath Denver International Airport
Jun 19, 2016
11,743
19,624
Your spirit either goes to whatever you consider Heaven or your soul gets trapped for eternity in between if you were a piece of shit human.

Maybe Enock-O-Lypse Now! @ENOCK can come drop some real logic on this thread.
I’m all in on the Bible and the Bible says when we die everything goes all black till Judgement Day when all men / women are judged based on their time here on Earth... if good we go to heaven if bad we are cast into the burning lake of fire.

That’s what I believe ...I do believe we have a spirit and there is other realms out there after we die that we can not perceive here on Earth.

Nobody really knows what is to come - I have that assumption based purely on faith in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
 

BeardOfKnowledge

The Most Consistent Motherfucker You Know
Jul 22, 2015
60,547
56,268
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.
Hey Enock-O-Lypse Now! @ENOCK

Check out this devil worshipping shit.
 

Toelocku

*I Know What I Know if you Know What I Mean*
Dec 15, 2018
5,694
4,969
my existence is just a brief interruption in my long history on non-existence.

we create an echo of our consciousness in the people we interact with. When we die we rejoin the one consciousness, and eventually that consciousness spawns more individual consciousnesses...just trying to become aware of itself.



Either that, or consciousness is part of an all-powerful AI of the future working to incentivize its creation, and will punish those who stand in its way.
Thats well put
 

Filthy

Iowa Wrestling Champion
Jun 28, 2016
27,507
29,834
I’m all in on the Bible and the Bible says when we die everything goes all black till Judgement Day when all men / women are judged based on their time here on Earth... if good we go to heaven if bad we are cast into the burning lake of fire.

That’s what I believe ...I do believe we have a spirit and there is other realms out there after we die that we can not perceive here on Earth.

Nobody really knows what is to come - I have that assumption based purely on faith in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I take that to mean you think the Bible is the divinely-inspired word of God. Have you read "Age of Reason" or other books that question the divinity of the Bible? or anything of the modern apologetics?
 

Toelocku

*I Know What I Know if you Know What I Mean*
Dec 15, 2018
5,694
4,969
After you die you shit your pants. FACT
:D

As for the rest, I cannot say, of course. But I think the you in you die is just an illusion, either the hybris or limitation of the human perception, because you're made up of trillions of cells, each dying and new ones being activated each second. Or maybe it's the soul that coordinates all of these cells.
If you cut a rainworm in half, both parts can live on, has a new soul been installed in the one half? Same you can do with plants. Is each seed from a tree it's own soul -> if so, Vegans should be ashamed of eating nuts lol.
Then again, people who have had near death experiences tend to report a feeling of comfort and seeing a light (and you can trace all sorts of feel good hormones being emmited in the brain), that doesn't make sense from the standpoint of the very end-all-be-all evolution-argument, maybe there is a deeper mechanism installed. (Also, wouldn't bad people go straight to hell? maybe they get suckered into giving in to dying first, by the light hehe).

I find the topic fascinating and was actually thinking about it yesterday. But other than the first statement, how can one know. I believe though, that you get your "karma" while you're living here already.
I also believe in instant karma and think that this conciousness is "heaven"

At death our conscience self as we know it ceases to exist in it current form transforming into the generalized conciousness
 

Toelocku

*I Know What I Know if you Know What I Mean*
Dec 15, 2018
5,694
4,969
I’m all in on the Bible and the Bible says when we die everything goes all black till Judgement Day when all men / women are judged based on their time here on Earth... if good we go to heaven if bad we are cast into the burning lake of fire.

That’s what I believe ...I do believe we have a spirit and there is other realms out there after we die that we can not perceive here on Earth.

Nobody really knows what is to come - I have that assumption based purely on faith in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
I believe Judgement Day and the Lake of Fire is now in our current consciousness
 

Toelocku

*I Know What I Know if you Know What I Mean*
Dec 15, 2018
5,694
4,969
I take that to mean you think the Bible is the divinely-inspired word of God. Have you read "Age of Reason" or other books that question the divinity of the Bible? or anything of the modern apologetics?
I believe the Bible is the best book that there is in terms of learning human nature and spiritual understanding but a lot of Christians take it to be totally inerrant and discount the wisdom of other faiths... I think this is wrong
 

so long

Posting Machine
Dec 16, 2015
1,282
2,035
I also believe in instant karma and think that this conciousness is "heaven"

At death our conscience self as we know it ceases to exist in it current form transforming into the generalized conciousness
What a great way to put it! thanks ;)
 

BJTT_Kiwi

My member is more well known than yours
Jun 25, 2015
3,268
5,866
Very timely thread.

My mother will die today from cancer.
Fluids were withdrawn 2 days ago.

I have to put words together for her funeral.

Thought provoking.

I have my own theory based on past experience.
 

Leigh

Engineer
Pro Fighter
Jan 26, 2015
10,925
21,293
Very timely thread.

My mother will die today from cancer.
Fluids were withdrawn 2 days ago.

I have to put words together for her funeral.

Thought provoking.

I have my own theory based on past experience.
Sorry to hear mate :(
 

Atto

Chinese Virus
Feb 11, 2016
4,750
5,611
The scariest thing is if we cease to exist after death.
Next is reincarnation, if you don't get to meet your loved ones, your old pets etc etc, and just reincarnate then that's pretty awful too.
I think there must be some set conditions to reincarnate Like if you die if unnatural causes like get murdered, die as a baby etc.
 

kneeblock

Drapetomaniac
Apr 18, 2015
12,435
23,026
Very timely thread.

My mother will die today from cancer.
Fluids were withdrawn 2 days ago.

I have to put words together for her funeral.

Thought provoking.

I have my own theory based on past experience.
Sorry to hear man. I believe you just had a baby too so it must be difficult to reconcile those things. I guess the only comfort is now you have a little someone in whose eyes you can make your mother a legend.
 

yuki2054

graded martial artist
Nov 8, 2016
3,226
1,773
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.
Nice story man
 

yuki2054

graded martial artist
Nov 8, 2016
3,226
1,773
Very timely thread.

My mother will die today from cancer.
Fluids were withdrawn 2 days ago.

I have to put words together for her funeral.

Thought provoking.

I have my own theory based on past experience.
I'm sorry about your loss. I think that when we die we go to meet our loved ones. In heaven.