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Are You Scared Of Dying?
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My mum who has terminal cancer, had mapped her funeral arrangements out long ago and it required a religious ceremony. Prayers, Hymns etc. But after been allowed to attend the cremation of my brother in law...as one of the 10 people allowed at the start of lockdown...she has since changed her mind. My BIL had a humanist funeral and my mother found it beautiful, simple and to the point. She has since changed her request from a religious ceremony to a humanist one.
No religious claptrap spouted by a priest/vicar etc about living again in some etheral realm.
Just a simple accaptance that all things must die.
She seems more at peace with that, than this idea that we will live again after death.
Its unavoidable that we all must die, faith or no faith!
Ironically, as a young christian, I was terrified of dying.
As an atheist, Im not.
It seems to me that its the terminal religious that are most afraid.
To me death is nothing more than a return to the state of being before conception...nothingness!
Still try to make the most out of existance, but nothingness is not to be afraid of.
Like been in Non-REM sleep. Nothingness.
No religious claptrap spouted by a priest/vicar etc about living again in some etheral realm.
Just a simple accaptance that all things must die.
She seems more at peace with that, than this idea that we will live again after death.
Its unavoidable that we all must die, faith or no faith!
Ironically, as a young christian, I was terrified of dying.
As an atheist, Im not.
It seems to me that its the terminal religious that are most afraid.
To me death is nothing more than a return to the state of being before conception...nothingness!
Still try to make the most out of existance, but nothingness is not to be afraid of.
Like been in Non-REM sleep. Nothingness.
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There’s the stoically approach to earthly demise, a beautiful lady’s breast in the mouth, and a belly full of brandy. There’s the Victorian ideal, surrounded by one’s loved one’s, as you gently slip away. There’s the drug befuddled way, cosseted by morphine and tramadol.
There’s the unexpected traffic accident, roof slate, crime victim. There’s self harming, alcohol, drugs, pie’s and cakes. Personally, stepping through the veil in full and clear mind, observing clinically the dissipation of the very fibre of my being sounds like a tremendously exciting adventure. To me it’s the when that intrigues.
There’s the unexpected traffic accident, roof slate, crime victim. There’s self harming, alcohol, drugs, pie’s and cakes. Personally, stepping through the veil in full and clear mind, observing clinically the dissipation of the very fibre of my being sounds like a tremendously exciting adventure. To me it’s the when that intrigues.
Nailit, once again you appear to be looking for some kind of reassurance.
(Our resident amateur psychologists may be able to understand your many repetitive threads and posts in which you always seem a bit fearful, and then angry).
Truly, I am at peace with the idea of dying, but fearful for my family who rely on me so much.
I hope you find answers that will satisfy you.
(Our resident amateur psychologists may be able to understand your many repetitive threads and posts in which you always seem a bit fearful, and then angry).
Truly, I am at peace with the idea of dying, but fearful for my family who rely on me so much.
I hope you find answers that will satisfy you.
Purist what a lovely post. I know my deceased Grandad spoke to his Father on his death bed and my other Grandad saw his old dog Bob sat at the foot of his bed. Nothing to be afraid of in the actual 'passing over', like I said before it's how one gets to that stage, i.e. sometimes with lots of pain and suffering, which is the hard part.
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