You keep going through a cycle and there's a way out, but I always choose to stay I believe. I'm just trying to get it done and help others at the moment.
I've had heart jumped back to life twice in my life. Could not tell you a thing about it and wouldn't have known if they had failed to recover me. So my though is this. The world will keep spinning and life will carry on. People will think of you for a while (longer for a loved) but over time moving on (as they should) and the memory of you will fade. I don't know if there is an after life (choose or believe what you want). But I do know at some point we all must pay the reapers toll.
I believe that we go to Heaven if we have accepted Jesus and dedicated ourselves to Him before we die. But God IS love and I don't believe that He would torture anyone for eternity. The Hebrew word translated as hell is sheol. It literally means the grave. The Bible tells us that every person in the grave (those who died before the Rapture, which yes, is a real thing) will be raised up following said Rapture; those who did evil things and good alike. This is the time for redemption. Everyone-- those who were left behind at the Rapture and those who died without accepting Jesus, whether they were down and routers or just ordinary folks who lived a good life-- now get a chance to accept the gift of Grace. This is true. I know with every fiber of my being.
I've been dead twice in my lifetime. Both times I was sent back to my body. I wasn't happy with the people who helped revive me blaming them for taking me away from where I was. I've been trying to figure out what I was supposed to do before I could go back. I can only hope I'm doing what he wants me to do.
I came close once when I was in my 20's. Got into a bad wreck with my mother's car when I 1st got my license. I don't remember getting knocked out. All I heard was a loud bang and I was out. I guess I almost died. I recall hearing someone telling me not yet. You are not ready. I remember begging to go. Then I woke up. No sound, no pain. The feeling of being relaxed and happy. No one was around. I got out of the car. Walked around trying to figure out if I was still alive or not. I looked over the passenger side of the car. The passenger seat belt buckle holder was broken. No one else was in the car besides me. I pinched myself to snap out of it and come back to reality. I knew I was still alive. It was at the moment that I started to thing what really happens to us when we die. And honestly. No one knows except the dead as the dead only knows the truth about what happens to us when we go. At the end of the day. We are just a shell as our soul moves on when we are ready to go. Day 1 is when you are born. Day 2 is when you figured it out and move on from this planet. Me personally have already accepted it. I use to ride with a fire department. And yes, you often ask if you are going to make home after each call. Seeing the carnage after someone crashes. It does get you to think about life in general.
It seems to me that our consciousness will live forever (according to subjective impressions) the last memory. Like a dream that doesn't last more than two seconds, but we describe what was in this dream for a long time.
Anybody who does not believe in God, is to be permanently in hell. Forever.. That is what religion says.
If it is saying in Quran, it must be saying in Bible, though. Considering both came from the same god. Not believeing in God itself is the biggest sin in the eyes of God itself. God wants to be known because it is selfish.
i'd rather believe in a god who is good then one that is either selfish or having the slightest desire to be feared. humans who wrote both books put those words in the mouth of how they imagined their god to be, because that was how humans understood power. but the power of a real god, does not in any way depend upon that sort of thing at all. the power of a god is intrinsic to its nature, not to human response to it. at least that's how i understand the idea of a god to be defined.