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Originally Posted by ametc
I've almost died twice and actually died once. It was all the same.
There really is a tunnel and a light at the end of it... it feels so airy and warm, too.
For me, I kinda knew where I was going, but then again I didn't. It felt very familiar, but I didn't know why.
I wasn't moving towards the light, nor was I moving away from the light. I was staying perfectly still. And this makes me wonder if that was because I tried to kill myself and suicide causes you to return back to Earth immediately after death. That would make sense.
When I worked in a convalescent home, many of my patients died. They all seemed peaceful during their death.
One thing I know now about death is it's very, very peaceful and feels pretty nice. I didn't care about whether or not my family and friends cared about me. I didn't care about all the Earthly things. I didn't care about eating.. about sex... about having fun.. nor did I worry about dying. I didn't have to.
No drugs can ever make me feel as good as death can. God, that sounds emo. :P But, it's just... it's a very nice experience. haha
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I've never experienced clinical death, but I know exactly what you mean, by other means. No weed or sex or any adrenalin rush has ever come close to dropping every fear, every worry, every concern. It's much more than that. Not euphoria, not a heightening of anything, just a new level of reality that causes this to be an afterthought. Everything here is an afterthought. It's even beyond happy, because a state of "peaceful contentment" is seemingly what the universe is made of, not an experience. All matter glows with it. I know no other way to put it. I still do that experience no justice in explanation.