Are you scared of death?

I think everything is going to hell in this old world. It's all coming down bit by bit. I think its quite easy to spot. Therefore I've been thinking of my own mortality... and after much consideration i've come to believe that death may be just into something. No religious text appeals to me as there are hundreds claiming to be the truth and the simple fact is, none are. Religion in itself infers some sort of curbing of the truth or the facts or taking a logic leap to believe them. So by my philosophy religion is by and large worthless to me in some respect. Though I think its a different thing entirely to spirituality.

Anyway if there is nothing after death then I don't worry because I'll never know. If there is I know it'll be something exciting, it could be anything, it could be waking up from this simulated reality, it could be moving into the mind of a new organism new universe world with new laws of physics. It could be anything.

But death is nothing to be scared of, as Herodotus told us, the mother prayed her sons have the greatest gift bestowed on mortals, and the gods gifted the two sons death, they did not wake up from the temple floor in the morning. In a way I think herodotus is onto something. And I'll never be scared of death. I'm still interested to see more in this world due to sheer curiosity. But im ready to let go whenever.

 

There are scarier things than death

 

I went through a period in teenagehood that I would fear death constantly. Not these days.


Life could be tougher than death, anyways.

But, of course, I am naturally afraid of death. Just not intellectually so anymore.

 

its the next great adventure...

 

I am afraid of it

and I want to keep living.

I sometimes wonder when people say the world is so worse off now, how they would have felt as a slave stolen from Africa, a Jew in Auchwitz, etc

 

I agree...


I don't think about death because if one becomes consumed by the thought of death it would probably drive one quite mad.
I am not afraid of death...

 

Sea, how did you climb into my brain and read exactly what my thought was...

 

I'll let you know if Im actually scared of death or not at the moment I disconnect

 

I'm not afraid of him. I mean, have you seen his gallery?

 

Haha.. Zing! Well, his kitty litter pictures were quite scary...

 

Yes...

You know, considering how close it likely is.

 

60 years?

You'll be ok

 

well you're the both of you fools as you can point to any time and highlight individual or even group suffering. im just saying that theres a lot of suffering today and a lot more tomorrow and in fact more than ever has been before. we've had the glory days of man's youth in this expanding ages and consumerism and the middle class threatens to destroy it all... they will drive the people back down into the muck... and there we'll have to toil a while... at least this is one of possible futures

 

sadly I've gotten use to death so I don't fear it. I fear losing people and friends and love ones but I don't fear death itself.

 

I would like to see you quantify suffering.

Tell your mom you want some frozen pizzas while she is at the store

 

Haha...

Thanks.... I hope... (I go at 8 am tomorrow. :stunned: )

 

Ummm... there has been lots and lots of suffering in history.

 

It's always just a blink away, a distracted driver, a falling coconut, a million different ways to die. We don't really have much input on the matter of timing.

 

Well here's the thing, I believe that I was allowed to see the beginning of the initial death stages, and to be honest I felt more fear than I could ever imagine feeling in this reality. The hell that I was exposed to was nothing more than being exposed to myself, or at least what was wrapped up around my true self, you know, accumulated illusions, negative intentions, parasitic ego attachment, etc. Hell, as I saw it, was a destruction of the 'mind', a sort of conditioning, or purification process. Somehow, as I watched everything appear to break out of control, I realized that there was some kind of natural awareness present, not the universal consciousness, not even God, but me, there was still a me present somewhere and the 'me' broke out of this torture. What came next Im not even sure that I can remember, and eventually it all stopped and I was back here, completley healthy and pain free, and everything settled back into place and became absorbed in mother Nature again. It was, to say the least, disturbing, but my mind was put at rest when I realized that it was not me who came out of it, it was God who made it stop.
One curious thing that I cant stop obsessing over is that right before this happened, my vision became enhanced as if I was looking through a microscope, and somehow I could clearly see in the molecular realms, down into atomic and subatomic particles, finally I went 'through' the smallest of the small and came out on another side, of life? But before the dying process went down, I felt first like my body had fallen asleep, limb by limb, then it felt like I was being electrocuted (painful seizure sensation), then it felt like I was burning on the inside, afterwards I felt my lungs cease moving, my heart stop, the blood still, and organ by organ I shut down completley, and fell into an afterlife phase. This was of course on magic mushrooms, but feeling actual physical pain of the body switching off, I feared that I had eaten poison mushrooms and that I was indeed actually dead.
Namaste

 

Yeah, nostalgics always feel things are getting worse.

Optimists always feel things are getting better.

But nothing follows such a neat progression.