Farfenugen
Well-Known Member
Death is not an end. I have been there. No need to go into the details, it would take up too much time. Needless to say, as I was dying, I felt this rush of energy and a sort of heaviness at first, like I was punched in the chest, then everything was lifted. This is a cliche, but I was pulled out of my body, it was very electrical, my thoughts (my own) were very clear, as my sense of self, my body, my physical sense was still with me. I felt like a glass human, still with form but made of light energy. I don't believe in God or religion or any of that nonsense but I do believe in continuing on. And no, I wasn't high at the time. No dream, or trance, just the reality of knowing that it wasn't an end, death (the death that I had always though of) wasn't real. It was no big deal what all the fuss was about. Do I wish I was still there? No. I want to live for a long, long time, 100, 200 years if that were possible. It will always be there waiting for us, so I see no need in escaping it, just making my life as happy and easy as I can with those that I love. This includes my free will, not fearing the big bad meanines who think they control everything and these silly stupid rules about what I can and cannot grow or put into my body.