Death and our spirit

[Universe30]

if we have a spirit, then does it leave our physical body when we die?


and if so......when are we 'dead'?

there was a case on......so mountain, i forget the name, but a guy was frozen, and was declared brain dead.

mounatin paramedics arrived and 3 HOURS later, he was revived with only minor brain damage, and frostbite.

this was because his brain, and other organs were put into a frozen state, and were defrosted the right way. (as its the defrosting which usually destroys the cells)

but he was dead.....in the sense his body no longer functioned.


so when are we 'dead'? when does a spirit leave a body?

[Mikal]

universe30...welcome to the forum. Noticed your post here and wanted to tell you that I had an In Death Experience and can only tell you that dying is about the last breath taken and yes the spirit leaves. When this happened to me my daughter was present, told me that with my last breath my body no longer functioned, she could not get a heart beat, no breathing and no responce. I was conscious of the after death experience as it transpired but no longer conscious or I without memory of my life, the earth and even my daughter as she sat beside what appeared to be my body in death. Hope this answers your questions....smiles

[infinitethoughts]

I was conscious of the after death experience as it transpired but no longer conscious or I without memory of my life, the earth and even my daughter as she sat beside what appeared to be my body in death.

I'm curious as to what you experienced in the after death experience, if you don't mind saying?

[Mikal]

I'm curious as to what you experienced in the after death experience, if you don't mind saying?

Infinite thought..nice to talk with you. What did I experience after death? I was aware of moving upward through what seemed a grey mist...found myself in what I will call a super-sensitive body which seemed like an image of my earth body...found myself with a sensed presence. He placed very large hands across my back from shoulder to shoulder (immense hands). Pushed me rapidly through a tunnel of swirling light and dark. At the end of tunnel I was stopped abruptly and allowed to observe a place, spiritual beings all dressed in a white frock like garment cinched at waist with a weaved belt of symbols. There was no sense of time, no sound...the sensed presence spoke with me through emotion in eyes and face I sensed. He told me I could not stay, not my time, told me I was energy. Then brought me back to my physical body which was like being poured into...a very uncomfortable feeling of immense weight in my limbs. My first conscious moment was to see the shocked face of my daughter but there was too much commotion around me so I immediately fell into a deep sleep. My earth body remembers the event..if I think intensely about it...I get crawly, hot sensations that run across my forehead, and back from shoulder to shoulder where presence touched me which felt like being touched three inches from my body.
Hope this helps you to understand...it is an immense life altering and life changing experience....peace Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

— The Void —

My Bird of Time was off and whither flown,
Riding on breezes wherever blown,
Lightly here, slightly there—but, after gone,
Left the cold vacuum of what once was known.


— The In-Between —

My spirit wandered ’long the Milky Way
With an houri, life’s moments drunk away,
In some sweet wood, far from the noise of day—
Where with her I did live, sing, laugh, and play.


— Flowers I Glimpsed in Heaven: —

Coral Bells, rung by bees and humming birds—
A melody of tones without the words,
And airy sprays of frothy Baby’s Breath,
Gurgling with all that’s much too sweet to purge.


— Spirit’s Bloom —

There, sweet spikes of aromatic Lavender
And ready potpourri from Heaven’s splendor—
All around were the flora symbolica
To soft drowse the spirits into slumber.


— The Poems Continue —

I tried to end the quatrains, but wrote more,
Especially after one hundred times four,
Even went to Heaven and back returned—
For I’m too young to die at fifty-four.

[Mikal]

Austintorn...a poem just for you

The Stairway to Heaven

There's a stairway to Heaven
Its gilded with gold
It leads from our heart
For the weary and the bold.
The bold give up their courage
And the weary their tears
Angels hold your hand
As you give up your fears.
You only have to go there once
To know life is a precious gift
For it touches your soul so deeply
With impressions of love..so swift
The turning back to life is grace
For the heart marked with memories
Of this boundless and soundless place.

Peace...Mikal

[austintorn@aol.com]

Thanks Mikal,

Ironically, it is near-death and/or facing it that grants a more heightened sense of life. Everyone dies but not everyone lives.

[Mikal]

Austintorn....most times we live with no depth...we turn from an unfilfilled life to climb the staircase to die in life so that we can descend the staircase with the wisdom that we do not really die in death which gives us the knowledge to really live and participate in life............. smiles....(*) (*)

[Mikal]

In Honor of All Mothers whose weary souls have left this journey

MOTHER

When I seek to find you
I shall stroll the wooded lane
In the depth of that beautiful stillness
We shall walk together again.

Deep within the silence
I'll feel you touch my face.
I shall see the beauty breathe you
I'll know that I've been touched
By a Mother's special grace.

I'll know you walk beside me
For the silence shall bear your breath
I'll hear your gentle footsteps
And know...they never left in death.

I'll know deep within my heart
I am the dream you dreamt for me
When I was but a child
Clinging to your bended knee.

I shall remember you... as you moved
And wiped away my tears
And the strength of your embrace
As you chased away my fears.

Your voice shall live forever
As a softness in my heart
An undying relentless whisper
For Mother and Child...never part.

So my precious Mother
Look to the wooded lane
For it is there..you shall find me
Waiting... to walk with you again.

"A Mother is forever....Mikal

[bjmorris]

Mikal - I am very new to this site, and a lot of these entries, I'm sorry to say are a little over my head. Sometimes it seems that the authors are trying harder to sound like intellectuals then in conveying their thoughts. I have really enjoyed your posts. Not to imply that your thoughts are simplistic. They are just easier for me to understand. I have been obsessed with life beyond death from the time I was a child. I have read so many books on the afterlife, my own children think that I have a death wish. I try to tell them that I read these to try and inform myself on a subject that we are all facing. I have tried to read books on physics, but I can't seem to make my brain obsorb the content. Your story you wrote about your death was fascinating. After my grandfather died when I was 11, I used to fantasize about dying, (just briefly, mind you) talking to my grandfather, and coming back to report to my grandmother that he was fine and happy.

Did you experience any fear while you were going through your NDE?