tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post7086508318230498753..comments2023-02-13T05:20:26.661-08:00Comments on Spirituality and Science: Spirituality & DeathAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05255908019822363456noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-35864775849897078622009-12-06T10:17:41.775-08:002009-12-06T10:17:41.775-08:00Laura - thanks for weighing in. I do think it'...Laura - thanks for weighing in. I do think it's much easier to believe in something when you've experienced it for yourself. For me, I've had those experiences since childhood but it grew much stronger after I received training in energy work and learned how to feel energy shifts. <br /><br />Also, I think the concept of an 'afterlife' has been so strongly influenced by religious constructs that it has been distorted. I believe it's not a place but a state - just a different energy state than we experience here.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05255908019822363456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-18884453954250655582009-12-06T01:52:35.586-08:002009-12-06T01:52:35.586-08:00This is a wonderful post, Kristi. If only I did be...This is a wonderful post, Kristi. If only I did believe in an afterlife of sorts (and that my kitty was there, waiting for me).<br /><br />As an atheist, I have no illusions about ghosts, but I do believe in energy transference. Too many friends have experienced too many strange things for it all to be pure coincidence. I so wish that weird things would happen to me, but alas, no one I've ever lost has "visited" me as a comforting presence. Sometimes, I really wish I could feel my grandmother's energy, but I never do.<br /><br />The stories here are curious, though - I guess it's just that I believe more in the power of the mind (to play tricks on us) than I do in "spirits." Still, that Hopi prayer is lovely - I get chills (good ones!) every time I hear it.<br /><br />---<br /><br />weird, my word veri is "blesurra" - sounds like a prayer of some sort.Laura Martonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17131901155051433491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-54915808456769140312009-12-03T06:16:53.189-08:002009-12-03T06:16:53.189-08:00Great post, Kristi. I think you'll like the pr...Great post, Kristi. I think you'll like the project I did for Nano :) Valerie's new one, too!<br /><br />My mother is a strong believer. An elderly man passed away in her house before she bought it and she swears he's still there. Doors open and close, my very small children hold conversations with nobody in the room. I asked my eldest who she was talking to and she told me "The man in the closet". She was three or four when that happened. As long as "he" doesn't hurt anyone, he doesn't bother me, lolLacey J Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17930985573303127061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-84366266978847766812009-11-22T07:45:55.591-08:002009-11-22T07:45:55.591-08:00Chuck - I've found that a lot of insights have...Chuck - I've found that a lot of insights have occurred for me after the meditation rather than during it, so keep that in mind. Good luck - I love meditating.<br /><br />F.P. - I've spoken with others who have had very similar "parallel lives" experiences - especially after seeing a place they'd been drawn to visit. The fact that your brother had the same dream is also interesting as I've read that people tend to reincarnate with the same "energy families." When my husband first met me, he said it was very strange because he immediately felt as if he had known me forever - like we had been childhood playmates. Thanks for sharing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05255908019822363456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-36543306813952262972009-11-22T06:49:13.919-08:002009-11-22T06:49:13.919-08:00I grew up reading the metaphysical and weird, but ...I grew up reading the metaphysical and weird, but when I was a kid back in upstate New York, one of our dogs, a Black Lab had been hit and killed by a driver. I had been riding my bike down to our post office (the area is countryside), and he had been running with me. On our way back, at a bend in the road just before making it home, he was hit and died in the road. Sometime later, at the top of our home’s main staircase, I saw the back end of him, heading down those stairs, his tail up in the air. We had no other dogs at that time.<br /><br />And another instance: according to my mother, I’d been writing and drawing at about the age of six, scenes of the Civil War. Besides the normal dinosaur and spaceship drawings, I drew lots of Civil War battles. Several of those battle scenes are labeled “1862,” and deal with soldiers being bayoneted.<br /><br />During my adolescent years, I had one dream in particular that I continue to think about: I had been bayoneted in the side during a Civil War battle. I awoke from that dream in intense agony and pain, clutching my side, so much so I fell out of bed. The feeling of intense pain persisted for some time afterward. I never told anyone about this dream until much later, in adulthood, I told one of my brothers. My brother told me he'd had an exact same dream, as a kid.<br /><br />Then, in 1990, I had moved briefly to Alexandria, Virginia. While there, I visited the Civil War battlefield Bull Run (Manassas). I’d visited several Civil War battlefields before and since, but at this one I began to experience what I call my "Twilight Zone experience": though I couldn't name fields and units, I had had the most unnerving experience of literally feeling torn between two worlds: that of being in the present but also in the Civil War--there, at Manassas. Throughout the entire tour of the Manassas battlefield, I felt as if he'd been there before--and died there. And all these feelings leaned toward the second of the two battles. The battle fought in August of 1862.F. P. Dorchakhttp://www.fpdorchak.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-22278903009243966362009-11-21T18:17:23.726-08:002009-11-21T18:17:23.726-08:00Kristi,
i've never had such an experience...
b...Kristi,<br />i've never had such an experience...<br />but i long to! i totally subscribe to this!<br /><br />and<br />thanks to an earlier post of yours<br />i started with a meditation CD today,<br />eager to see what doors open.<br /><br />peace to you~<br />ChuckChuck Dilmorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02943387105378540037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-90175323360928408552009-11-20T07:36:37.480-08:002009-11-20T07:36:37.480-08:00Rick - thanks so much for sharing that. I think yo...Rick - thanks so much for sharing that. I think your dream was definitely precognitive - I've had many precognitive dreams and think the dream state involves more than most people realize. You've just inspired a Spirituality and Dreams post!<br /><br />Also, your lotto comment is funny because I once DID dream powerball numbers once but could only remember 5 of the 6 when I woke up. I wrote them down and my husband told me to go get a ticket. Those 5 numbers were 5 of the 6 winning numbers. Problem - I never bought the ticket as I was too busy w/ grad school at the time (15 years ago). My hubby still doesn't let me forget that we'd have won a lot o' money. Oh well - hasn't happened since :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05255908019822363456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360091493625340115.post-6908443417098246902009-11-20T07:28:01.986-08:002009-11-20T07:28:01.986-08:00In 1999, my father-in-law, who was a Baptist minis...In 1999, my father-in-law, who was a Baptist minister, gave a sermon on Father's Day. He had a pair of baby shoes that he spoke about. They had belonged to his oldest son, who would have been in his mid-thirties had he not dies in a car accident when he was 21.<br /><br />The sermon started with a focus on the son following in the Father's footsteps, and how important the role of the father is to the family. It ended with my father-in-law saying that his son was now in heaven, and it was his turn follow in his son's footsteps.<br /><br />One week later my father-in-law dies in a motorcycle accident. he was not at fault, a truck turned in front of him and there was no way he could avoid the collision.<br /><br />Odd coincidence? Precognition? I don't know.<br /><br />Going back a little further in time, before I made my first trip to meet my in-laws at their house I had a dream. My wife and I were at their house, but also at a house next door. We kept going back and forth between the houses. One was white, one was yellow. The street was on a hill, and it dead-ended into woods.<br /><br />I told my wife about the dream, and she got excited because her parent's house has some white siding, and it was on a wooded lot at the top of a hill. It was in a cul-de-sac. Was it the one from my dream?<br /><br />It wasn't. When we were on the way I did see a street and a couple houses that looked a lot like my dream, but they weren't the right ones.<br /><br />Her parent's house was nothing like the one in my dream. <br /><br />About five years after my father-in-law died, my mother-in-law moved. It's a yellow house, right next door to my sister-in-law, who lives in a white house. Their street is on a hill, and it dead-ends in woods. We've spent many evenings going back and forth between those two houses. <br /><br />I do think my dream was precognitive. Too bad it didn't involve lottery numbers or anything more profound; but it does give me faith that there is something more to life, and that there are dimensions beyond the three that our bodies limit us to perceiving.Rick Daleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05173516899130463413noreply@blogger.com