What is Death like? What if it was like this?

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Have been toying with the idea of death as I enter withdrawals, not that I want to do it (at least for now), its the typical mental brainwash of withdrawal (tramadol WD here).

I was wondering, what if death was all about existing in total emptiness for eternity? Close your eyes, cover yours ears, lay on your bed: this, for eternity.

Religion tells us all about heaven and hell. But let's look at it from a non-religious view. Emptiness for eternity, the fact that we can see, feel emotions, talk to others is all a privilege of being alive. Once your privilege is over, you go back to being inert, laying there in total emptiness, only that you are aware of this very fact. You are merely aware of seeing nothing, feeling nothing, hearing nothing.

Enough to scare me to seriously contemplate death. What's your take? How do you imagine death to be? Post whether you are withdrawing, not withdrawing or high.
 
I once asked a friend what she was doing after an evening meeting - she said she was going to go home and kill herself. I said: "But then what would you do next weekend? What if you just drift, wouldn't the boredom be awful?"

I thought she was kidding so I gave a flippant answer. A few years later I ran into her again at a meeting - she thanked me for saving her life. Seems she was serious, and my response was enough to make her stop and think.

You never know what effect you can have on people.
 
There is no consciousness in death so there's nothing to imagine.

But then, what would be the transition be from being conscious to being unconscious, what happens to our consciousness?

When you are withdrawing, all your senses are amplified. This reminds you precisely of your consciousness and ability to feel (in this case, all the negativity). I am puzzled at what would happen with our consciousness and, of course, time. Does time stop forever?

I am aware that I am asking fragmented questions on such an abstract topic, I guess I just want to encourage some answers, if anything to address something which becomes a reality when you are at the lowest of your life.
 
But then, what would be the transition be from being conscious to being unconscious, what happens to our consciousness?

When you are withdrawing, all your senses are amplified. This reminds you precisely of your consciousness and ability to feel (in this case, all the negativity). I am puzzled at what would happen with our consciousness and, of course, time. Does time stop forever?

I am aware that I am asking fragmented questions on such an abstract topic, I guess I just want to encourage some answers, if anything to address something which becomes a reality when you are at the lowest of your life.

Time will keep ticking.

You just won't be here to experience it.

Consciousness is merely the state of being awake and aware of one's surroundings. Nothing more. Nothing less.

This is why you need to make the most of your one and only life.
 
The only fear of the afterlife I have is that im wrong. I assume when your dead its all over, there is nothing. Like before you were born, do you remember before you were born? No. You go back to what you were before you were born nothing. Death. Nothingness. Which is a horrible thought. No feeling good no feeling bad no feeling. However I wonder if im wrong. I mean religion has been around as long as humans what if there is something to it, what if there is a hell. I worry a lot more about hell then nothingness. GOD what if you killed your self over something stupid and ended up burning in a pit in hell for ever being molested by some evil demon with spikes and wips.... I mean use your imagination here, think how horrible it could be. Mind you I have taken collage classes on hell, and have read a lot of si fi in my life and fantasy and so I can come up with some horrible ideas....

This life is what 80 years 100 years max...but what about FOREVER, think of being tortured forever. its a scary thought.
 
The only fear of the afterlife I have is that im wrong. I assume when your dead its all over, there is nothing. Like before you were born, do you remember before you were born? No. You go back to what you were before you were born nothing. Death. Nothingness. Which is a horrible thought. No feeling good no feeling bad no feeling. However I wonder if im wrong. I mean religion has been around as long as humans what if there is something to it, what if there is a hell. I worry a lot more about hell then nothingness. GOD what if you killed your self over something stupid and ended up burning in a pit in hell for ever being molested by some evil demon with spikes and wips.... I mean use your imagination here, think how horrible it could be. Mind you I have taken collage classes on hell, and have read a lot of si fi in my life and fantasy and so I can come up with some horrible ideas....

This life is what 80 years 100 years max...but what about FOREVER, think of being tortured forever. its a scary thought.

The whole Hell concept is, indeed, quite a scary one, and religion has emphasized its fabricated role so as to lure those who abide by the religion to not act bad ("bad" being according to each religion). Or that's how I see it.

You know, sometimes I have thought: what if we are born again as soon as we die? We are born again into another life not the same, just another life (say, you are born in another country and another gender and what not). I have thought about this because I have, a few times in my lifetime (im in my 20s), suddenly have had thoughts of deja vu when looking at history pictures, of me having actually lived at that time and in that place. Mind you, this deja vu was caused while not being drugged/not using any psych meds.
 
http://youtu.be/Hw1TYUgFM1s is a trippy reading of part of the Tibetan Book of the Dead. I don't subscribe to this, or any other religious view of death but I find them all interesting and entwined in the same metaphor. I like the idea that we just keep recycling until we get back to becoming pure mind, or our essential nature as they call it: compassion. The young man in this video, Dan, died of an accidental drug overdose.

Since my son died I have had every person in my life that has a religious belief try to convince me of it in order to give me solace. While I appreciate their intentions, it doesn't work that way for me. I find that the mystery of it all, which is all I have ever been able to believe in, is still fine for me. It's all about this life right now, what we do here with the little time we get to do it. My son once wrote, "Don't look back. Don't look forward. Look around you. Don't miss. Love." Those words ring true for me. Why worry about what comes after? We will be there when we are there. Be here now. ;)
 
This is why you need to make the most of your one and only life.

But you can never know that, can you. You are here now, what makes you think you will not be here again (here can be a broad term, like conscious)?
 
That's amazing man and you're exactly right. Just think about yourself, for instance. The littlest things can make the biggest difference in people in both good and bad ways.

I hate to say it, but earlier today when asking a question to a boss of mine (not a big boss, one right up from me but still. Just got promoted a few weeks ago and really stressing about it...another post for another day though :|. ) came across extremely condescending and somewhat angry towards me and for a few minutes after this I stewed and honestly felt bad after. Just bad. I just go I usually do internalize things all the time as we all do, but not to this degree as I was just having a bad day and this piled on. Sucked.

Now, if she would have been more pleasant, helpful, and legitimately helped me out, I know this situation wouldn't have happened. I try to think of this when dealing with anyone because I know when I have bad days, I can be very unresponsive and blank. I never try to be mean or hurtful, but I just become a blank slate of "yeaaahhh"'s.

What a great story that was though man, just awesome. It's sometimes little things that can make you smile. and nowadays, for myself and the world around us...smiles can be tough to come by.
 
Think back to what it was like before you were conceived. That's what death's like.
 
There is nothing after life. You don't know that you're dead. You just cease to exist. Having experienced many drug overdoses, and having been clinically dead on at least one occasion, I never knew that I was dead. It was neither pleasant, nor unpleasant. I just wasn't here anymore. But maybe the soul leaves the body post death, who knows?

Ash. <3
 
I'll defer to the oft quoted Mark Twain who's thoughts on the matter parallel my own:

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

....which makes my time here all the more meaningful.
 
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

That is a brilliant quote. I love Mark Twain so much.

Ash. <3
 
WHen My OCD spiked. I imagened God was opening up my heart and the world we live in today was my fault. Can you imagen the weight it put on my neck. Thinking at any moment I wouild be thrown in hell. I have recovered but there are alot of scares from my secular life.
 
DS to P&S ?

I was tempted to do that exact move but then I thought that a little TDS discussion might be a good thing considering so many of us have been/are suicidal. My thinking was that by leaving it here and discussing our ideas about death it might be a helpful discussion for some TDS members who don't visit P&S. What do you think?
 
So, death is neither good or bad. Painful or pleasant. Long or short. If death serves no purpose other than to close the curtains on our perception of reality, then death is irrelevant. The question is what is life like? If death as we experience it when our bodies cease to provide oxygen to our brain and our heart ceases to pump blood about the vessel, is simply a "nothing state of being" of which we are unaware, then it serves no purpose. I think purpose must be derived from life whilst we are alive, and though death to me is neither scary nor carefully avoided, there is something that tugs at me, it pulls.. The purpose that must be found from life, whatever that is, by fingertips, keeps me grounded here still breathing. I tell you what, life better deliver, or I'll be sorry I didn't let go long ago.

Ash. <3
 
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