Ancient Egyptians worshiped the sphynx…that’s one ugly pussy to worship imo
Maybe some pussies should have hair after all…just sayin
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Bro worshipping “pussy” has been my downfall 
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It’s a man’s favorite distraction 
think i prefer that to the alternative tbh
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They all only want one thing! EVERYTHING 
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It’s ok cos tomorrow it’ll all change anyway, usually, mood depending 
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All I know is heyyyyyaaa,…smoke weed everyday!
Sigmund Freud once stated that no one believes in their own death. In the unconscious, there is a blank space where knowledge of this one sure thing about our futures should be. If the pandemic has changed life for ever, it might therefore be because that inability to countenance death – which may seem to be the condition of daily sanity – has been revealed for the delusion it always is. To be human, in modern western cultures at least, is to push the knowledge of death away for as long as we can. “There used to be no house,” the Marxist critic Walter Benjamin wrote in his 1936 essay The Storyteller, “hardly a room, in which someone had not once died.” In modern life, on the other hand, he argued, dying had been pushed beyond the perceptual realm of the living, although his diagnosis did not of course include the destitute nations or anticipate the impending war.
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lol! They went back and edited the post so it didn’t say that thing that was so… hilarious that had made me go wow hah hah! Theres some classic internet “discussion” for you.
Why does this entire post feel like someone left their computer logged into a public place and someone is trolling us.
I saw this post and wanted to relate. I hesitated to a point that I couldn’t resist after reading some of the post. I’m none judgmental and only speak from personal experiences.
My first experience with life after death occurred about 25 years ago just before my mother succumbed to breast cancer. This event made it hard for me to discredit supernatural happening.
During that time of my life, I was questioning my belief in God. I asked god to prove to me his existence. Also it didn’t help that I had a unnatural fear of dying.
Anyway, i came in late one night. My mom had given me her car keys, but I forgot the keys to the door. It’s close to 2:30 am, so I wouldn’t dare wake anyone up to get inside. My mom really on her death bed. I figure I’ll wait it out until my step father qets up to prepare for work. Closing in on 4am and I’m getting impatient. I’m looking at my watch every 30 minutes, or less. I know usually my mom is asleep on the sofa which is not far from the door.
I peek in to see if she is possibly awake. It’s pitched dark in there. I can’t see anything at all. I got my face pressed to the widow, thinking about my mom and praying she is ok and will see another day.
It’s dark, but all of a sudden I saw something. I jumped away from that window so quick. My mom is dying so I forced myself to go back to the window to see what was going on.
What I saw was a ritual of some type. There where these figures standing around my mom. They didn’t move and I was trying to figure out what they were. Then all of a sudden a dark winged figure walked from my moms bedroom to the couch. It extended its hand to my mother and stood there for a few seconds. I started crying because I though my this meant that my mom had just passed.
Sobbing with my face still pressed to the window, I saw the figure walk back into my mom’s bedroom. A few seconds later I saw a white figure come from her room. I was able to see this one much better, because I ignored the wings on the first figure. But I could clearly see the huge wings as this figure made the same gesture as the dark one. It held its hand out to my mother.
I saw my mom take this “thing” hand so I started sobering even more. Then it was like all the light in the room diminished into a tiny pin point and disappeared.
I thought my mom was gone, but I could still feel her presence. Many thoughts went through my mind, but I settled for my mom chose the light and therefore she went to heaven.
My fear of the afterlife was lessened. I thanked god for allowing me to witness such an event.
I went back to where I was sitting on the porch, still crying my eyes out. Then all of a sudden the door unlocked. Thinking it was my stepfather getting ready for work, I grabbed what I had and cleaned my face up so my mom wouldn’t see me like that.
When I went into the house, it was still dark. My mom was sleep on the couch. I peeped in the room to see if my stepfather was away, but there was no sign of movement. No lights in the room, the toilet wasn’t running from being flushed.
I didn’t dwell on it and took it as if God unlocked the door for me.
No it wasn’t my mom because she wasn’t able to get up without help. I asked my stepfather did he open the door for me, he told me, no. He even over slept. I have never forgotten how that lock sounded when unlocking for me.
I’m not trying to change anyones beliefs. I’m telling my story from my perspective.
And this wasn’t the only time I witnessed a life after death event.
A close friend of mine was murdered. I could feel the event as it unfolded. I was 60 miles away in a car with my sister. I just started crying. She asked me what was wrong with me. I told her that someone just killed my friend. I describe the events that lead to her death to my sister. She asked how did I know, but I couldn’t explain.
After other similar events happened to me I related it to the human soul reaches out for love ones after a person dies. If you are in a persons heart, they will visit you before they die.
I saw the inside of a burning building during 911. The fire, the smoke, the scream… people where dying. I said someone that I know had to be there for me to see this while standing in my backyard over 1000 miles away.
I don’t mean to drag this out, but maybe it helps soothes someone. We all have different interpretations of any event.
A few years ago a ghost began to hang in the house. I told my wife that it feels like my friend Shanna. This ghost, entity, had been trying to get my attention for a couple of months. Finally on thanksgiving I told my wife, this ghost really feels like my friend. At the time, I didn’t know that her boyfriend had killed her. A coworker had informed my wife. I kept calling her cell but no answer. For real, I had to officially find out about my friends death on Facebook. I felt bad, because I wasn’t listening to her ghost. I would even warn her that the guy was going to kill her. It’s crazy how it is. No, everyone doesn’t have this gift. So the possibilities of these type of happening are inconceivable to them.
I’m only guessing, but I think certain people are in tuned to these type of event. You will not believe what you can see or hear if you look for it. Stop thinking it’s the weed. Yes the weed help you get in sync to witness these type of events. But I rarely smoke… so bud cannot be the sole reason.
A tanker truck driver hit a bridge not far from my house. He passed in an inferno. I don’t think I knew the guy. But one day passing over the bridge, I could hear him talking on his cb. I thought it was my cell phone, but it had just died on me. Next I tried to turn my radio off thinking that was were the sound was coming from. I was shocked when I realized my radio wasn’t on either. The sounds where so vivid as if I was listening to a cb inside of my car. I don’t know what this stuff is or what it means. But it happens often enough for me to believe some truth in life after death. Sorry for taking up so much of you guys time.
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You took a photo of it right? Gathered some evidence to prove it wasn’t just a trick of the mind?
In order to determine what is real, I get someone who totally doesn’t believe it, to try it for themselves and see the outcome. That’s actually far more difficult to accomplish than it seems. Most people will never try it themselves, as the truth is seen as a threat for some reason. In my mind, the truth, no matter how harsh and disturbing, is what I base my future decisions on, so without that, I have nothing.
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Thanks for sharing your experiences.I am sorry to hear about your mother’s passing and battle with breast cancer. I was diagnosed 2 years ago. It is a journey. I don’t have any experiences as vivid as yours. But I have felt when people have died, before I was told. I also have had dreams of people, both good and bad. Ever since I was a kid, my mom would encourage me to call someone if I had a bad dream about them, even if she wasn’t on speaking terms with them. I think you are right, some people are able to channel a deeper connection to the energy and spirit world around us. Whatever that might be. I also think you can work on increasing these connections if you have an open mind. I sure as heck don’t know what mysteries the world, or possible afterlife, may consist of…but I am open to possibilities.
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Well at least we have a handy little guidebook from the renowned intergalactic traveler Douglas Adams. The answer to whats inside the box is 42.
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Yes, " The Dead shall be grateful", That is where Jerry and the band found the name.
We’ll know when we die, until then its all speculation. I don’t know if there is a god but something or someone has been watching over me.
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If you look at how this world works , and don’t just shrug it off as “Oh well that’s how things are” it is pure malevolence. It is warped beyond belief in my opinion . I often wonder like you say what sort of mind would devise this system. How did this even happen? As an example of what I mean, living things here must kill and consume other living things to survive. If they don’t, they die a slow painful death themself. WTF! Since we cannot remember and do not know anything else, it is easy to never even think of stuff like that. And that is just one example, it goes on and on.
So back to the topic of the thread. I do believe there is life after death, and before birth. I believe that this physical existence is just one stop that our real non physical self makes. We might make this stop many times until we figure out how to break the loop the way I am seeing it at this point.
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That is a theoretical reason why Christians believe in the original sin. How could God create a world in which there was pain? Simple, he didn’t. Sin broke the perfect world… who made sin?
I think whatever the truth is most of us will be uncomfortable with it.
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I used to warn people of stuff that would happen to them. However most of them where creeped out about the knowledge. It always scared them, and they would want to know how I knew such things about them. I had no answer about where the known comes from.
It also appears to be common in my family. Several relatives are able to do similar things. Several have confided in me about it. It makes life miserable sometimes. I avoid people because I see things happening to them and I don’t want to be around when it happens.
Funerals or visiting love one who who are terminally is the worst. It takes months to get rid of their spirit after they pass on. Family members are especially hard to remove. They will linger until I pass them to one of their immediate family members.
I don’t know exactly what these forces are, but they are centered around trouble, pain and death.
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