What Happens when We Die?

Death cremation, burial, afterlife, are things we've all thought about at one time or another. What happens when we die? Is there even the slightest bit of consciousness left in us when we draw that last breath?

Mistily aware, I see the top of a blue wall and a white ceiling. The smiling, sympathetic face of a woman comes into view. My arms are being lifted. My gown is coming off. Another gown goes over and I see the foot of the bed as my head is tilted forward. My feet and legs are tucked neatly under a white sheet.

The wall is moving. No, it is I. My head is being moved back to a pillow where I again see the woman's face, but it is like a foggy dream in which I am an impartial spectator. No thoughts. No feelings. I drift off.

I awake, seeing the top of the blue wall and white ceiling. The worried face of a man comes into view. I am vaguely aware of him as he strokes my face. I feel nothing. No emotion. Disconnected. I hear sounds, voices, all of which are of little consequence.

My eyes close no more, neither do they move. Bleary images come into view. A man is standing by the blue wall, reading aloud, but I hear nothing. I am dead.

The top of the blue wall and white ceiling moves. No, it is I. I am moving around the room, passing through the threshold.

Overhead lights go by. I pass through another threshold, looking at a foggy mist running along a metal ceiling, disappearing when it hits the warm air. I recognize it as a refrigeration unit. The metal ceiling passes over me and I stop moving. It goes dark. I feel nothing. No pain. No curiosity. No fear. Nothing.

Darkness surrounds me and I have no concept of time, no thoughts, just vague awareness, mere existence. Lights come on as a cloudy mist runs quickly along the metal ceiling. The ceiling moves. No, it is I. Florescent lights against a dingy white ceiling pass above.

I am moving into a tunnel. Pipes protrude along the tops and sides with heads like those of a gas burner. I realize that I am in a cremation chamber. It goes dark. I sense a presence. I see faces. They're Spirits. I begin to feel emotions. I'm aware of where and who I am! I, too, am a spirit and I am being taken by the other spirits! I'm not being carried(a), I'm being dragged. Who? Where?(b) Where are they taking me?

I remember what I was told about death.(c)

I'm out of the chamber! I'm rising. I'm being carried by, by... I see it!(d)

Follow the directions(e)

a- www.biblegateway.com/passage/

b- www.biblegateway.com/passage/

c- www.biblegateway.com/passage/

d- www.biblegateway.com/passage/

e- www.biblegateway.com/passage/