Dr Ian Stevenson completed well documented research on reincarnationI distinguish between Spirit and soul.
The commonly held conception of "soul" implies a personal entity that survives my death.
I can find evidence for no such entity.
Witchyone, I'm sorry for your loss, as well. It's especially heartbreaking to lose a young person like this.
I hope you don't feel your thread is being hijacked.
I distinguish between Spirit and soul.
The commonly held conception of "soul" implies a personal entity that survives my death. I can find evidence for no such entity.
The worms eat me. I am happy and unafraid.
Human beings seem to have an innate fear of their mortality. We think we are some sort of special creation, above the animals (are we not an animal?), and therefore going to live forever and ever. We speak of "our immortal soul". I find that such a hard pill to swallow.
Yet I know, beyond any doubt, that I am the Never born and the Never dying. I am that which was, and is, and will be, and that which is not.
I hope the worms enjoy the banquet and grow fat and sassy.
Personally, I don't care what happens after I die (I also don't think anything happens when you die; your consciousness just ceases to be conscious). I worry enough in this life already.
The two Sign most inclined to worry--Virgo and Capricorn.
I would suspect that age and experience play a part as well. It's easy not to worry about death when it seems like a distant, abstract thing. I started off close to it. I lost several extended family members and a parent in childhood, and where I grew up, visiting the elderly and going to their funerals on a regular basis was the norm. I saw a lot of dying people on their deathbeds, watched them get bathed and have their diapers changed. I saw a lot of dead people in their caskets. Got close enough to embalmed corpses to see their shiny skin and sewn lips. However, it was the Bible belt, and we just all assumed we were all gonna see each other again in Heaven. We sang happy songs to celebrate the idea.
I mostly left all that behind along with that part of the country and my religion. But then I hit my 40s and lost one of my best friends, someone I did kid **** with, someone I got matching tattoos with. The permanence of it is rough for me. I wake up from bad dreams with the word "never" in my head.
It's going to be a matter of acceptance for me, I think, and I'm just not there yet.