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 HI, I've recently joined this livejournal community. So what are your all's thoughts on life after death?  

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I shouldn't even be here. I was given extra time on this earth.

I nearly went the way of Anna Nicole Smith, dying before my 40th birthday at almost identically the same number of months before that birthday. On January 10th, 2002 I nearly died from an accidental overdose of opiates given to me by doctors who were careless in monitoring what I was taking. I was given a synthetic opiate to cure a terrible pain from a tooth that needed a root canal that clashed with the opiates I was being given at the: 100mg fentanyl patches, 120 mg of OxyContin. Already enough to kill most people.
The Stadol was too much. As soon as I took it I felt a burning sensation going down my throat then spreading throughout my nervous system. I felt like I was set on fire. The pain was unimanginable. All I could do was put my robe on and call 911. By the time I was put in the ambulance I was already seeing the white tunnel in front of me. My blood pressure fell.

The hospital was full, so they scooted me in what is affectionately called "Death Corner" where the other overdoses were put and a curtain was drawn around me. I was forgotten. Accident victims were coming in and I was left alone to die like dozens before me.

My soul balled up. It's a very strange sensation. You go numb from the feet up and the head down. I felt my head fall back with absolutely no feeling in it and my abdomen seem to lift up as my soul was getting ready to leave my body I saw a white light around my abdomen starting to lift upwards and I saw a thin beam of light come down towards me, that white string that takes you to the other side. I briefly saw imprints of many of the souls that died here.

Then very suddenly a very gruff male voice told me to get up and walk. GET UP AND WALK NOW!!
I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. I couldn't feel anything. Then I started to walk. I couldn't feel anything in my feet at first, then, the more I walked, the feeling in my feet returned.
I went into the bathroom and saw this extremely sheet white person with a swollen face and pinpoint pupils. They were so small I could barely make them out. But I kept on walking and walking.

Now the reason why I tell this story is that I believe that was the voice of Odhinn.

I used to be afraid of death. But now I'm not. I don't accept those "scientific studies" that try to explain away the bright lights (try to explain the voice and why it sounded like no other voice I've ever heard).

You know the movie Ghost? Rent it and watch it tonight. One of the writers on that movie knows about the other side and is fairly accurate about what goes on. Except the heaven and hell thing.

The only part of the movie they don't talk about is how ghosts are attracted to electromagnetism and how that is food for ghosts and enables them to do spooky things. But ahhh, that is for another post.

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Just wondering if anyone in here had the gift of mediumship/clairvoyance.  If so, if you would be so curteous to give a free reading to a opened minded person who needs closure with the afterlife. It would definatley be a gift, please let me know if you or anyone  you know could help. Thanks

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all my life i believed in God. But as time went on it started to wear thin. My ex was in jail and i was debating on leaving him. But i felt a strong force inside me ... telling me to stay by his side and have a child with him. I have done alot of stupid things before but this would have been real stupid. But the more i wanted to leave the feeling got stronger. So strong it nagged at my very soul. so i stayed and got pregnant. durring my delivery (i was six weeks early) i had to have a c-sec. i was on the operating table and to my left was a beautiful brunette. eyes a beatufil cheast nut brown. she didnt say anything just listen to me as a rambled on about nonsense. i remember her name tag it said hope. after i had my stay i had to fill out a servee on the doctors and nurses. i asked about "hope" and they had no clue to who she was. i kept trying to find out but noone knew what i was talking about.


I have been certain religion for awhile. but stoped because it didnt feel right for me. i have been searching. i finally found one i feel works for me. and helps me keep God in my everyday life without anxiety.

I baught the book "mother god",by sylvia browne. and the picture of azna looks like the woman i saw on the day i had michael. whether it was her or not. be it as it may, i cried and felt an anormous amount of joy.

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Wow. I've seemed to abandon Livejournal. Here's an update on my spiritual progression, or stand-still, however you'd like to look at it.
I've become very strong in my who I am and how I see things. I've abandoned any kind of label to my spiritual beliefs, and I've stopped recognizing holidays from any particular faith, including Wiccan Sabbats. There's absolutely nothing wrong with recognizing them; I just don't see the point when I don't fit into any particular faith. Indeed, I've inadvertently become more spiritual, as in my path to strict veganism and my fight against animal cruelty, against war, environmental degregation, global poverty and hunger, and other human rights. The Indigo within me has really been becoming apparent.

Because of that, I see the world in a completely differently than the peple around me. And in a way, I've become aware of the fact that I get rather agitated by people who disagree with me. Let me explain this as best as I can. I base my entire life upon one simple rule, and it has two parts: number one, that everything deserves to be respected, because it's all interconnected in one existence. This includes every person (or those without ugly souls), every blade of grass, and every animal. Secondly, everyone has the right to pursue happiness as long as it doesn't harm something else (Wiccan Rede-"An' it harm none, do as ye will"). So, it seems to me that if someone disagrees with me on most issues (with the exclusion of stemcell research and abortion), then they disagree with that fundamental rule, and they thereby try to justify disrespect and human ignorance. I've also learned that not all opinions need to be respected. Opinions embedded in racism and intolerance shouldn't be tolerated. And if all this means that I'm a bigot, so be it.

I've also become very aware of my sexual power, so I've opened myself up to more sexual experience. I know longer categorize myself as any particular sexuality, particularly gay, which most people would understand me to be. I've learned that life, things like sexuality and gender especially, is way to ambigious to be forced into labels and the expectations that come with them. To most people, sexuality is confined as either straight, gay, or bisexual. Yet, I'm "gay" but I'm not afraid to have sex with a girl, just because I enjoy sex. I can't however, be fulfilled in a long term, or even a short term, romantic relationship with a girl, so I'm not "straight" nor "bisexual." I suppose one could call me "sexual," but I see that as an arbitrary label as well.

All I know is that I'm not Human, with the exception of having a human body. I,however, am not perfect. I make my share of mistakes, I learn from them, and I continue to grow.

I apologize for rambling, and the somewhat unclear way of presentiny my thoughts. It's 2:30 in the morning.

moonfira

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