On Approaching Death
A letter to a relative
I
must say that I disagree with your "atheism" regarding the afterlife.
While I admit I'm a bit agnostic myself, I lean strongly towards the
idea that something of the person survives death. Eliminating the trite
argument that a negative can never be proved I think there is quite a
bit of evidence for this. Which ever of the family goes first, I plan to
meet up with them beyond the veil. So, you're not going to get away
from being pestered by the rest of us by the easy out of dying.
I'm
going to disregard the argument passed down verbally from first century
cultists claiming that their leader came back from the other side. If
(saint) Thomas who knew the principals first hand can demand to be
shown, I figure I'm entitled to a little scepticism. Nonetheless, I think the preponderance of evidence is on the side of there being an afterlife.
I
have three main points that incline me to this viewpoint. First is the
simple recognition of the Law of Conservation of Everything. A recent
Smithsonian magazine reported that biologists believe they will soon be
able to use the DNA from stuffed specimens of the carrier pigeon to
bring it back from extinction. I once had a great conversation with my
graduate philosophy teacher where we pondered the idea that eventually
science may progress to the point where we can resurrect the dead.
Matter, energy, and most importantly, information can't be created or
destroyed. Everything we can observe about the universe leads me to the
conclusion that it's frugal.
Secondly, there is some
really interesting research on the near death experience that indicates
there's more to life than, well, life. There are several websites on NDE
and the one I found recently that appears to attempt a very unbiased
scientific approach is
Horizon Research. They report a
really interesting case recently where a woman with a tumor on the brain
stem was refrigerated and "killed" so that she had no measurable signs
of life - 100% flatline - which allowed surgeons to operate. The risky
surgery was successful and she was revived whereupon she related details
of the procedure she observed while dead that it's extremely unlikely
she could have known or guessed at.
Lastly, I have had
some rather unusual personal encounters with the afterlife. These are of
the nature of past life memories. Take these with a grain of salt (I
certainly do). I can't definitively say that they are actual "memories".
I can only say that they have the same quality as consensus reality
"memories". They "feel" the same.
In the first case I
had woken from a sound and dreamless sleep concerned about what to do
for the upcoming birthday of a good friend. With no money, I couldn't
get her a present.For some reason I immediately started dictating a
story for her as I "remembered" it (she was interested in all forms of
psychic phenomena). What I remembered was the occurrence of two parallel
past lives in 13th century Germany. In one I was a village herbalist.
In another, I was a baron of the same area and officiate of the Roman
church. Very briefly: the baron was desirous of the herbalist and when
she spurned him he used his influence to have her burned at the stake.
Later, the baron was riding a horse across a wooden bridge when the
horse threw him, he hit the railing and broke his neck. The most
interesting part of this vision/imagining/memory is that it didn't end
there. I, as the baron, was ushered by a figure like Dante's Beatrice
through a judgement kind of scenario where he was shown the herbalist
burning in hell. Looking on the herbalist in the pit from the point of
the baron, I became the herbalist suffering in the flames. This
continued until I realized that I was there because I had denied the
Christ under the baron's torture and thought myself worthy of this
punishment. When I realized I wasn't, I was released from hell
immediately and the peculiar vision/imagining/memory ended. I went on to
give this strange tale to my friend as my birthday present.
In
the second case, about twenty years ago a friend had taken a seminar on
past life regression and (as I'm a good subject for hypnosis - learned
self-hypnoses quite a while ago), we decided to experiment. I went into a
self-induced trance and my friend used the techniques she had learned
to guide me back through time. I was the wife of a Roman charioteer. In
my friend's apartment I suddenly started coughing extremely violently
and snapped out of the trance. In the trance I had been suddenly
enveloped in a cloud of gas that was burning my lungs and I couldn't
breathe. I had, of course, heard of Pompeii where the Vesuvius eruption
had buried everyone in ash. That didn't fit the experience. I found
later that at Herculaneum, a small seaport nearby, a burning cloud of
gas had smothered people in a manner similar to my "past life"
experience.
Finally, I am with Saint Whitehead who is attributed with
saying the universe preserves value. I don't need to always be the same
person I am now. I certainly wasn't in the past. What is important to "
me"
is that my values survive. If love, intelligence, the appreciation of
beauty, harmony, music, if these things survive then surely the best
parts of this personhood have survived.
So, though I reserve the right to change my
mind, I'm convinced that something of us
survives beyond death. I hope to see you there.
Not any time soon, though.