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How can we be certain that there is any form of existence after death? [Spirituality & Religion]

Try as I may to keep my mind open to core spiritual ideas, I can't help but think most of the time that nothing happens after we die.

I would like for there to be some sort of nice afterlife, but I cannot shake the feeling or rather understanding that we are just animals who will decay and return to dust.
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SatanBurger · 36-40, F
The same feeling you get that we all turn to dust is the same feeling I get that I'm not sure death truly exists for lots of reasons.

I can't say anything that can prove anything but I had a pre-birth experience that was pretty trippy, that made me believe that nothing ever dies. It's not the ONLY reason but it's something that has never really left. I never talk about it because I'm not exactly sure of the origin and it's hard to explain, I also accept there could be a scientific reason but it does feel more like a memory.

It's hard to explain the feeling of a memory over a dream. The feelings that you get when you have a dream is far different than that of a memory but I realize that memory can be faulty too. But I remember dreams that I had when I was 4. I remember them and then forget them like everyone but my dreams are usually so intense that I do remember if I have a dream or a memory.

Anyways, a pre-birth experience is the opposite of NDE's and happens in the womb however mine [b]didn't happen[/b] directly in the womb, it happened before the womb and ended shortly after. Basically, I was just floating and kind of scared. I didn't have a body and I can't remember where I was going but I remember I kept being pulled down by something. I kept trying to go somewhere but I don't remember where I was trying to go. I remember seeing bright lights and what I know must have been people.

It's kind of hard to explain, but it's a very weird feeling not having a body and just feeling sheer panic. Like it wasn't like I was conscious like I am now, just talking to you. It wasn't that at all, it was more... primal??? I guess??? Like a cat hunting its prey?

It's like... feelings I guess.. weird to describe. Like I was trying to go somewhere but something kept pulling me down as if it was saying I couldn't. I wish I could remember where I was going lol, it must have been super important whatever it was.

But yeah, then I was sucked down into a liquid and for some reason thought I couldn't breathe. I couldn't really "see" in the womb, just shadows and stuff. I felt liquid though. I remember feeling really scared like I was going to choke to death until I figured out that I wasn't dead and could breathe.

I was so scared, started moving a bunch like I was trying to get out. Then everything went black and I don't remember anything from there.

The funny part is, I actually kind of think that if the pre-birth experience was real, it kind of explains why I'm so claustrophobic and stuff. I have all these weird phobias like afraid of elevators, I'll go in them with family but alone, they are gateways to horror movies 😂

Seriously though, it makes sense to me if my pre-birth experience was real, waking up in a womb and not knowing it's a womb at the time (I didn't really know what I was) then yeah, that shit would be traumatic.

I'm NOT saying that this couldn't have been a dream but it does feel like a memory. There's way too much stuff to say why I feel like death doesn't exist but I just feel like that.

I don't however, think it's what you're trying to get at, that when we die, we wake up and are fully ourselves. Let's say death wasn't real, more than likely you would have no memory if you were something else or turned into energy.

But technically when looked at it in that manner, death doesn't exist. I just doubt it's all like we imagine it to be.

In my my pre-birth experience, it was more like a compulsion that drove me... I didn't realize what "humans" were nor that I didn't have what was called "a body."

It was a compulsion and not necessarily anything physical.