What a controversial topic...I really like your post, Pantonality.
Everyone has a glass through which they view the world, and the world beyond. Not any other person will ever see the same picture.
I try to stay open-minded to many possibilities, because the truth is, I don't know the answer.
Do I think there is some sort or form of life after death? Yes.
But it probably won't be anything like what we've fantasized about!
While, heaven and hell and purgatory theory seem a bit extreme and romanticized for my tastes, the idea of being reborn in some way, at least emotionally before entering eternal sleep, perplexes me. Reincarnation makes me wonder.
Perhaps, this life we face now is hell...
Perhaps, we are just God's dream.
Perhaps, we have no real "purpose".
It's all speculation.
I don't claim to know anything profound about death or life after or death, if even such things exist. I am no extremist in any way.
But at the same time, I'm sure there has to be something more than dropping dead one day and that being the end of it all. All of the wonderful memories, and the feelings, and the times you share with people, and the music...it can't simply amount to nothing.
Perhaps, that's all it is, a feeling. A temporary escape. Wishful thinking. Something in our minds to help us deal with the harsh reality.
But I'd like to think it's something more, wouldn't you?
And if I'm wrong, at least I lived with the hope of being healed and receiving some sort of peace someday.
If death is nothing else, it is peace.
I did have a very strange experience a few months ago that I would like to share.
It has changed the way that I look at life and death and the human mind, dramatically:
My best friend of 12 years, for the first time, mentioned suicide. He knew me, of all people wouldn't judge him for bringing up such a topic.
We were at the beach, spending a normal evening there like we normally did, getting lung cancer and talking about life. Running through the final remains of the winter snow, acting like 8-year-olds and 23-year-olds all at the same time, and bitching without selfconsciousness, about how horrible we really felt.
Most people would be intimidated by the depth of those conversations we had. We were entirely vulnerable with one another.
Of course, I knew instinctively that he would never ever threaten such a thing for attention, but only because he was truly considering it.
I have never felt more helpless. I could feel his pain, and I just wished I could take it all on for him.
We talked about things for hours, cried together, until dawn, and he seemed a little better. He lied to me, something we never did to each other. He promised me that he would be okay.
I realize in hindsight that he was trying not to scare me. He did not want me to stop him. And he knew I would never have left him alone if he was still feeling down.
He always was so cool and composed, like he owned the world.
I made a fatal error. I took him home. For the last time, really.
I passed out in bed as soon as I got home, my clothes and shoes still on. I was exhausted. I woke up..maybe three hours later (?) and the weirdest feeling had overcome me. I was paralyzed with fear, I almost felt like I was being suffocated. I was literally coughing for air. I laid there, consciously reminding myself to breathe...and I swear I felt a hand on my shoulder. Only for a second.
Now I know it seems SO weird and extreme, and I always laugh at people when they say they had a similar experience, but, no matter how many times I try and rationalize the situation, I still cannot deny what I really felt.
A peace instantly had come over me. I felt relaxed, in fact, I was falling asleep again. I remember hearing the rain outside.
I just kind of instinctively knew that he did it.
A few hours later, I got a phonecall. Kiyo had taken his life within hours of me dropping him off at his place...and he hung himself.
Perhaps, my only way of dealing with the guilt and the pain was by having that moment "with him".
I don't really mean to be so morbid, and to post such a dramatic story on a forum, but it has really changed me. I will never ever question my intuition again, nor will I ever ever laugh at someone when they say they had a "supernatural" experience.
To me, death is very real. I have lost so many people to death in my lifetime, including both of my parents, one set of grandparents (though they never met me), and many friends and relatives.
I guess I will never know where they are or how they all are,
but my heart would like to believe that he had come to tell me that he really was okay.
Besides, even in the bible, Jesus came back in a "ghostly" form...that always comforts me when I feel that my thoughts have become too "mystical".
But why worry about the back cover of a book when most of the pages are still empty?