I am wondering what it is like to be a ghost or to experience reality without a physical body like the people who have died or live in haunted houses. Some people describe it as relaxing and other people say it’s scary or unfulfilling if they did not accomplish things they wanted. If you guys have ever died or are currently dead, what is your experience?
If you recall how you felt before your birth, it feels exactly the same as that.
I feel that I have a vague idea about what that was like but I wish it was possible to have pictures or videos from that time so people can have a clear idea.
Ask your parents, they probably have some photos of the time before your birth.
Edit: typo
Hey currently dead ghost here. I LOVE not having a body or caring about physical reality. The reason most ghosts don’t chill here is that there’s a huuuge universe of fun stuff out there and you could hang out with other ghosts. It’s like playing a video game with all cheats on & unlimited resources. So I understand why ppl sign up for Earth when they want some more … restrictions. It’s like playing on hardcore mode
Anyway, gonna go watch some ppl fuck, hit me up on the ouija board if you have any more questions
Yep can confirm. Entire gas giant made up entirely of weed smoke? Yep. We found it. An entire moon shaped exactly like Sidney Sweeneys tits, it’s out there. Earth is boring. The universe is bomb.
It’s like you were doing something then absolutely nothing.
The crash that broke my neck and back; it was seeing an idiot double parked in the road, hearing the car about to pass me, waiting, matching speed to ensure I wouldn’t get hit by some idiot from behind and slipping into the stream behind a Jeep Grand Cherokee. I remember the passenger side taillight. It wasn’t the brake lights coming on or anything, just the car passing and my focus sliding across in that moment, then I’m totally blank.
I’ve had anesthesia before. It was a blank minded state even stronger than anesthesia. I came to when a major nerve for my lip was cut by the removal of the last large piece of glass from my chin. That was 3 hours later. I was in tremendous pain, already heavily drugged, and my lip didn’t even register as more than a mild poke by comparison to what my back felt like right between my shoulder blades. It felt like I had a long sword through my back. Most of my major damage was around my skull and neck, but that spot in my back is all that I have ever felt and still feel. I had major damage to C1 and the base of my skull. If I had not lost consciousness and tried to move before the swelling could hold most of the stuff in place, I was told it probably would have killed me. I think I was pretty close to death in that one. Many times I wish I had died then. If I had died. I would have had a beautiful February morning, feeling awesome, focused, ready to finish putting together my inventory proposals for the new shop we were opening up.
If there was something else to talk about, I wouldn’t hesitate to mention it and tell you all about it. There simply wasn’t anything at all. Even some element of my subconscious that I am aware of with sleep was missing. Waking up like that feels like I died when I look back. That is because I had to give up everything, all of my interests and motivations were forced to change due to my physical limitations.
So what does it feel like? It feels like nothing. It feels like “how the fuck did I get here, and what the fuck happened,” even when you’re unable to think straight or say very much.
So one of my mother’s friends very briefly died from COVID-19. According to her, being dead was peaceful, basically just nothingness, and she was slightly miffed that they brought her back.
Have you ever gone under general anaesthesia? The kind where you are up and talking one second, and then, ten hours later, you wake up somewhere else entirely? You know that space in-between, where there was nothing at all?
It’s about like that, except that you never wake up.
Your consciousness is inextricably entwined with your physical existence. Everything about you that makes you you is contained in your brain. When your brain chemistry is changed–by drugs, disease, or injury–who you are changes as well. When your brain dies, when it ceases to function, you cease to exist. There is no evidence that there is some supernatural force that inhabits your body and brain, but on the contrary, there is plenty of evidence that you are your body and brain.
I’m currently suffering in a state of half constipation, half diarrhea. I imagine it’s something like that.
How does that even work? Can’t you make them fight each other to cure yourself?
I can’t shit most of the time. When I can it is a flood of liquid. I’ve been like this for a couple of weeks now.
That sounds very unpleasant, but I think due to rigor mortis and the gas that a corpse produces some ghosts may feel bloated or stiff if they are still connected to their old bodies. It probably feels like constipation all over their body.
Some say it feels like a constipated monkey between a rock and hard place.
That seems surreal because bananas have so much fiber. I guess the experience is just beyond what we would expect.
The closest experience I ever experienced in my life was my prelife form without a physical body.
I can’t say if it was relaxing, scary, unfulfilling or any thing. I was in a state of time being meaningless.
One day when I quit existing I will return and hopefully remain in that state for a long time until I start existing again. I have never been asked if I wanted to exist so I just exist until I quit existing
I see what you mean. I guess I’ve experienced similar while blacking out or being knocked out and not remembering so this helps to understand it.
idk i’ve never done it before
if you went into space, stuck a spoon out and tried to eat what the spoon collected, the nothingness that goes into your mouth, well, at the smallest levels, there are millions of things popping into and out of existence. when we die, the nothingness we become will fade in and out of this reality, but our consciousness won’t be able to interact so we’re back to that spoonful of nothingness.
If you’ve ever tried DMT, that’s what heaven is like.
Hell is basically a speedball gone wrong.
Source: it is known
Idk man I’m convinced hell isn’t definable and doesn’t exist. Defies logic
The only people who know for sure can’t tell us
Can’t be that bad. I don’t hear them complaining.
super cheap. no rent.
Depends where you leave your body.
Payments have to keep being made sometimes.
7/10 it’s 'aight
it’s stinky
As your body shuts down, everything you try fails to work, one after another, and you learn every lie you ever told yourself about who/what you are. Once your consciousness has broken down to a previous state you can start again with another life, eventually forgetting everything that happened before.
