Quote: Harridan @ February 7 2013, 8:49 PM GMTPlease don't preach to us, lofthouse.
Quote: lofthouse @ February 7 2013, 8:51 PM GMTYou don't have to read it
On this occasion - That.
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Quote: Lee @ February 7 2013, 8:53 PM GMTOn this occasion - That.
If it was contained in its own thread or if lofty had prefaced it with a note to say he'd just read this thing about the afterlife and thought it interesting, fair enough. Otherwise, how do I know I shouldn't read it until I've read it?
Quote: Harridan @ February 7 2013, 8:56 PM GMTIf it was contained in its own thread or if lofty had prefaced it with a note to say he'd just read this thing about the afterlife and thought it interesting, fair enough. Otherwise, how do I know I shouldn't read it until I've read it?
Read it until you lose interest.
Quote: Lee @ February 7 2013, 8:57 PM GMTRead it until you lose interest.
I don't think this forum is an appropriate place for proselytising (though I appreciate now that's not entirely what lofty was doing).
Its just a very interesting dream some woman had
Nothing religious about it
Just a dream!
Quote: lofthouse @ February 7 2013, 9:02 PM GMTIts just a very interesting dream some woman had
Nothing religious about it
Just a dream!
It's very religious to atheists. 
I had a dream that Kevin Spacey lived next door and let me use his swimming pool.
I had a dream where I was...hmm maybe I shouldn't tell you guys about that...
Kissing Kevin Spacey?
I didn't do that. No way...
Maybe she was Kevin Spacey...
Quote: lofthouse @ February 7 2013, 8:46 PM GMTWhat happens to us when we die? I think every human being wonders this. It's the great unknown, this final frontier. We've all heard stories from people who crossed over and came back. The details differ a little bit, but the essence is the same: the soul leaves the body and exists outside of it. But how do we know if there really is life after death? What if these people simply weren't "dead" long enough to find out.
There's no way to know for sure what happens after we die. All we have is faith and belief. And for some of us, memories.
A few months ago I had run out of Special brew and had started drinking mouth wash and then the brasso then I dreamed that I died. I dream this a lot. No matter what the circumstances of the dream, though, when I die I am always greeted by another soul, usually a wiser one than myself. In this particular dream, this soul appeared to be wearing white robes, was male, and had the obligatory gr mustache bleach blonde, gel spiked hair and a badge reading "senior nurse Raymond". I was with a group of other souls who had recently crossed over and each one spoke briefly to this man and then went on to another area I could not see. When it was my turn to speak with him, he welcomed me and asked if I would like to go on or simply cease to exist, but either way if I was allergic to penecillin, had any next of kin and if I'd brought a spare pants of pants as someone had done a shit in mine. This surprised me. Here is how our conversation ensued.
Me: You mean I get to choose?
Him: Yes. You may choose to continue drinking spirit to continue on and take the next step in your evolution or you may choose to let your liver dissipate and have a massive hangover like a diplodocus took a dump in your ear sweety
Me: Wow, I always believed our souls continue on in the afterlife. I know so many people who think that when you die you just disappear; that there is no afterlife at all.
Him: Yes, it's a choice. Now are you safe to go home?
Me: Well then who would choose to just disappear entirely? If there is the chance of continuing to exist, why would anyone choose to disappear altogether?
Him: Fear, pain, lack of belief. Many people simply aren't that interested in evolving. They find life too difficult and don't want to try again. But once you get all that puke out of your pubes you'll be just fine.
Me: I never considered that. I very much want to continue on, but I've always wondered what it would be like to just disappear completely. I guess I'll never know.
Him: Actually, if you'd like, I can allow you to experience both choices and then you can decide.
Me: Oh. Wow. Okay, sure. I'd like to know the difference, I guess.
Him: Very well. This is how it will feel if you choose to merge your essence back into the ether and no longer evolve.
He lent over and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, it tingled and I felt uncomfortable
I came back gasping in shock at the experience.
Me: No, no. I didn't like that at all. That was horrible. I never want to experience that again.
Him: I knew you wouldn't like it. But you can imagine how if a soul is in deep pain and doesn't desire growth, that it is a comfortable way to end one's existence. Of course I always use protection ducky.
Me: There was nothing comfortable about that experience. But I'm not a soul in pain so maybe it feels differently for me. Why don't you just counsel people, so they want to continue to live. Why not just show them what they have to live for?
Him: We try. But free will exists even here. If people want to spend their lives as some boring straight, well that's their loss.
Me: Okay, well I appreciate the experience but I definitely want to go on. Can you show me what that's like?
Him: Certainly.
He rubbed something on my gums then pinched my arse and this time I felt lighter and filled with energy. It was like I was infused with a power and strength I had never felt before on Earth. I could practically hear a chorus of angels, a vibrational humming that resonated deep within my soul. I felt like I was coming home. I wanted to embrace that feeling and move towards it. I no longer felt constrained by my "body." I was just ethereal energy.
But he brought me back before I could move on.
Me: Yes, yes! That's what I want. I'm certain.
Him: I know you are, Erin. But it's not time for you to move on. This is just a dream, you know. I only wanted to give you a glimpse of the choices people have to make when they die.
Me: But why bother? I've always believed the clubs goes on after closing time. You had to know I would choose to continue on.
Him: Yes, that's true. I didn't reveal this to you so you could choose. I showed this to you so you could share it with others. Many souls who come to this point believe so strongly that there is no "afterparty" that they are simply unable to grasp that they have a choice. Before they reach me, they choose to dissipate. They never realize they have a choice. I want you to let people know this, so that when you become divine you consider both options. Explain to people how their souls evolve, how they can live more than one life, and how beautiful it is to remain "themselves" whilst drinking ether. Let them know what it feels like to "go homo" and possibly dance all night to Abba in a mini dress.
I hope I seem him again, he gave me his address on Grinder
I hopethat's all in the Mid Stafford report!
Quote: Harridan @ February 7 2013, 8:59 PM GMTI don't think this forum is an appropriate place for proselytising (though I appreciate now that's not entirely what lofty was doing).
I hear what you're saying but by the very nature of this thread, censoring him would be hypocritical. Especially as it was posted in the most appropriate place on these here boards and he didn't create an unnecessary new thread.
Quote: Harridan @ February 7 2013, 9:06 PM GMTI had a dream where I was...hmm maybe I shouldn't tell you guys about that...
Talking Heads wrote a song about that!
Quote: Harridan @ February 7 2013, 8:49 PM GMTPlease don't preach to us, lofthouse. Just because you dreamed something doesn't make it real, and just because you believe something doesn't mean we all should.
As ever all words are welcome in the anarchic pirate free harbour of BCG
Including juvenile reediting of lengthy posts.
Quote: zooo @ February 7 2013, 9:05 PM GMTI had a dream that Kevin Spacey lived next door and let me use his swimming pool. Then Micheal Barrymoore turned up and said he was going to "strike it lucky!" And I said
"leave me alone I'm a girl" and he said "No you're not you're a bottle opener alwight"
God Zooo even your dreams are homophobic
Yeh but the absence of phantom tickling undermines your hermeneutic of faith