posted on Jul, 31 2009 @ 10:13 AM
I offer two conflicting perspectives for your consideration.
First, saying that energy can't be destroyed and using that as evidence or supposition of afterlife is like saying "my car must still run after it
runs out of gas." Our bodies are machines. We power our bodies by eating organic material. If the body can't process that material into energy
efficiently, then you die. That's very simplistic, but if you think about it, any cause of death comes down to this. Stabbed? Hard to carry that
energy without a sufficient amount of blood. Disease? Maybe the cells that receive the energy are faulty/damaged. You get the idea. So, at least in
my opinion, No matter how you look at it, dying is caused by energy starvation.
Now on the other hand, I have seen and experienced things that prove to me beyond doubt that there is at least a realm that we are generally unaware
of. Whether it's an afterlife or just another plane that is just slightly offset from ours, I don't know.
I can easily understand arguments from both sides when looking at it objectively. When looking through my own bias, I tend to believe that we
experience a minuscule shard of what is actually reality.
[edit to add my ghost story]
When I was maybe 7 I fell asleep on my parents' bed. They put me on the floor next to them on an old crib mattress. I woke up in the middle of the
night and saw my mom sitting on the floor next to me. I said "hi mom" and reached for her. My hand went right through her. Obviously it wasn't
really her. I just rolled over and tried to stay sane until the sun came up.
A few years later - I woke up because I had to use the bathroom. It was a small house the whole second floor was a bedroom with a smaller room and a
bathroom attached. I got up the stairs and I saw something in the opposite corner of the room. (incidentally, it was standing in the exact spot as
the "ghost" mentioned in the previous paragraph.) It appeared to be faintly luminescent - a soft white glow, but it could have just been that he
was reflecting ambient light better than anything else in the room. Anyway, I just pretended to be calm and proceeded to the bathroom. I stood there
petrified for a few minutes trying to figure out what I just saw. After I did my business I opened the door enough to let the light pour out into the
bedroom and peeked out. It was gone.
One could argue that my mind was playing tricks on me. If that's what you want to believe, fine. This next experience is a little more solid, at
least in that it was also experienced by someone else.
(Different house, a few years later) One night, while I was dreaming (why doesn't this stuff ever happen in daylight?), I heard a voice whisper my
name as if it were trying to get my attention. I heard it a few more times. I heard it again and started to wake up. I heard it again as I awakened
and let out a groggy "what?!", but got no reply. I felt like there was someone/something in my room with me. I just froze and tried to go back to
sleep. I didn't tell anyone about it, I just convinced myself that I was still half-asleep and dreaming and there was nothing more to it. About a
month later one of my friends fell asleep on my bed. I went into the living room and slept on the couch. The next morning he started telling me about
some voice that kept whispering MY name. He also claims he saw a figure in the corner of the room that, by description, resembles the one i mentioned
[edit on 31-7-2009 by an0maly33]