"Spiritual" Moments?

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I don't believe in god or religion. But since I've lost a couple family members and a few friends which have happened in a short amount of time, I believe I've lost it. I think I was much saner when I believed in a "god" or something esoteric than when I stopped.

I've been having dreams about my grandmother as is she were still alive. They're dreams like any other and yet they're not. It's as if she is actually there like my nephew and the death was the dream. The dream itself seems to feel more real and in my dream I feel relieved that it was just a dream when they died.

Why is this?

BTW I want to make it clear that I realize these aren't "spriritual happenings" or what-not. So feel free to comment openly. My main problem is both accepting and getting rid of it.

sorry you have lost people you care about. i'm lucky in that i've never had any humans i was close to.

people believe in god (s) for a reason. death is very scary and to believe there is something 'else' helps with the pain for the survivors.

i am an agnostic. i have been dead 4 times. one of the times was for several minutes and i remember it well. i had an experience that was fantastic. it is a shame it wasn't for longer.

louie the wonder dog also showed me something not explainable that involved death.

so i am very mixed. i doubt there is a god. but......i have experienced something.

keep those you love alive to you by remembering them. that is all you can do.

Sounds like you're in the midst of coping with the loss of people close to you. I know this isn't anything near to what you've had to deal with, but I can remember as a young child that a dog had free reign of the neighborhood I grew up in. He was very affectionate and playful especially for a child that was shy and awkward around people. Well he died one day. I felt bad but didn't cry until I had a dream of him running alongside me through the neighborhood and across fields with a big grin on his face, and some of things good and bad that I did to him ran through my mind. It felt real like I was getting to spend one last time with him. I ended up sobbing for one of the few times in my life. It was a big emotional release for me. You're are probably getting to that point in a more sophisticated adult way.

i suggest you try to find "hello from heaven" at the library, and give it a try.

That sounds like a wonderful dream sluice. I think you may be right. As a child I may not have been well raised but I didn't get as much time as I do now to attach myself to life and its surroundings. As a child I just believed whatever my people told me about death. In fact I think the idea of death was more comforting than the idea of living when I was a kid. My parents never suggested that there was a place called hell only a place where we were happy and at one with eachother so to speak. Never in my childhood did the issue of "not existing" after death cross my mind. It was incomprehensible at that time. However I would probably be described as heavily delusional at that time. My imaginations were very hyper and I actually "felt" like I was seeing people even my pets while in a state of wake. The experiences were so intense that my mom documented them and asked my doctor what this was. So far none of them think of me as mentally ill just depressed and highly imaginative...which goes hand in hand with some aspects of depression I'm told.

Last edited by MissConstrue on 08 Oct 2010, 7:28 am, edited 1 time in total.

I can very much relate. I don't believe in god but I term myself agnostic because there are some atheists (not all) who would insult my upfront whenever I shared this stuff.


I'm just as emotional about pets and animals as I am with humans but I think I've been so use to losing pets vs humans that for the first time in my life, death has become more real and intimate in my realm. Perhaps it's part of my aspergers to obsess over certain experiences and subjects but it's a subject that I think and dream even awake. Since I've been off my meds they seem more intense than they were.

Thanks auntblabby I will.

yeah. after 9 11 , about a week or so, i had a dream that i was below the carnage and flying around the building watching the people in their very macabre sufferings. i cried like crazy when i woke up.
it's like until then i truly didn't understand what really happened.
i was obsessed with death as a child as well as horror movies on HBO in the early 80s.

^^^
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