Hva skjer når du dør av alderdom?

For det første er det ikkje ein teori. Det er ei løst formulert hypotese.

For det andre forklarer du ikkje påstandane dine. Kva med det å døy bryt med energikonserveringsprinsippet? Energien lagra i fettvevet i kroppen din forsvinn ikkje i det du døyr...

Og kva underbygger hypotesa di? Paralelle univers er ekstremt omdiskutert, og om det er ein realitet så er det endå meir uklart korleis dei oppfører seg, og om vi nokon sinne vil kunne observere dei.

Er det så viktig å vite den vitenskapelige bakgrunnen / grunnen til alt vi tror på? Jeg likte måten til TS å tenke på og synes at når det gjelder tro (siden det ikke er noe vi kan bevise) så kan vi tro akkurat hva vi vil. Vi trenger ikke påstander for å bygge oppunder.

For det første er det ikkje ein teori. Det er ei løst formulert hypotese.

For det andre forklarer du ikkje påstandane dine. Kva med det å døy bryt med energikonserveringsprinsippet? Energien lagra i fettvevet i kroppen din forsvinn ikkje i det du døyr...

Og kva underbygger hypotesa di? Paralelle univers er ekstremt omdiskutert, og om det er ein realitet så er det endå meir uklart korleis dei oppfører seg, og om vi nokon sinne vil kunne observere dei.

Nytt univers der du ikke døde av alderdom -> evigheten?

Syns folk virker gamle der de sitter i rullestol med leddgift og dårlig hjerte som nittiåringer. Så når de dør, fortsetter de i et annet univers og har fortsatt leddgikt og dårlig hjerte?

Jeg mener det finnes flere,parallelle univers side om side. Alle har vel følt at en eller annen gang, så sitter det noen å hjelper deg å passer på deg, uten at du kan se det, for eksempel din avdøde bestefar.

Alle har vel følt at en eller annen gang, så sitter det noen å hjelper deg å passer på deg, uten at du kan se det, for eksempel din avdøde bestefar.

Energi forsvinner aldri, den blir kun videreført. Når kroppen vår dør, blir den om til næring som gir energi til planter.

Jeg har troa på at sjela vår lever videre : )

En av fysikkens viktigste lover er at energi aldri forsvinner, aldri blir laget men er konstant og evig.

Så vidt vi vet består vår bevissthet, eller sjel, av biokjemisk kontrollert kjemiske energifelt. Så nei, er ikke helt far fetched å si at vår sjel består av energi. Må være en grunn til at nervesystemet, med sinusknuten som unntak, er den eneste delen av kroppen vår som kommuniserer ved hjelp av kjemiskenergi.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_synapse

Vi får jo energien vår fra maten, som får energien sin fra jorda, som kommer fra dødt biologisk materiale..
Dette er en evig rundgang!

Hva om jeg tar selvmord ved feks pistol skudd i hodet? Hva skjer da i det paralelle universet? Jeg dør i dette men i det neste så er kanskje pistolen tom for skudd?

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off. Trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words.

“There was a…a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup.” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies.” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked.

“Is this the afterlife?”


“More or less,” I said.

“Are you God?” You asked.

“Yup.” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them? Will they be alright?”

“That what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a grammar school teacher then the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah, so the Hindus were right.”

“All the religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strolled in the void.

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So whats the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic then you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part or yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of you immense consciousness. If we hung out here for longer, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You pondered.

“Oh sure!” I explained. “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there’s others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there but you honestly wont understand.”

“Oh.” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own time span you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question.” You persisted.

I looked in your eyes. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No. Just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you. And me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it.” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too.” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” you asked, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa.” You said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said. “It’s just…”

“An egg of sorts.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

Vi vet alle at vi kommer til himmelen når vi dør. Er det egentlig noe å diskutere?

Vi vet alle at vi kommer til himmelen når vi dør. Er det egentlig noe å diskutere?

Tror dere at alle organismer som lever har sjel? alt fra bakteriekultur til større pattedyr til.. romvesener? planter? Isåfall kan det være forfedrene dine, ungene dine eller døde slektninger du sløyer, spiser hogger ned eller brenner ned. hva?

Siden du VET dette vil jeg gjerne ha en kilde.
Eller når jeg tenker meg om, vil helst ha 100 kilder, og ingen av dem skal være religiøse sider.