Saturday, October 13, 2012

Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife

An interesting read particularly as it comes from a neurosurgeon.
http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2012/10/07/proof-of-heaven-a-doctor-s-experience-with-the-afterlife.html

also his book
http://www.amazon.com/Proof-Heaven-Neurosurgeons-Journey-Afterlife/dp/1451695195/

1 comment:

  1. As I posted in my response on the Newsweek page:

    I find this neuroscientist's account a complete and utter sham, and "sham" on him for using it as a basis for what is sure to be a best-selling book for the great unwashed.

    How's about you hear MY experience, one which I trust completely and absolutely, which makes me just as happy about what I think is going to happen to me in the afterlife: I suffered an alcoholic seizure, the first of only two, both which happened on the same night. It was from having withdrawn totally from all alcohol after months of heavy drinking, and occurred at least five full days after I had had my last drink.

    I was watching television and there was a helicopter flying in the picture -- in fact, it was the helicopter in Apocalypse Now -- and the flashing light must have sent me into a photo-sensitive grand-mal seizure caused by my dangerous cold-turkey withdrawal from alcohol.

    Well let me tell you what happened while i in the seizure: nothing. But not your ordinary nothing. It was a nothingness so complete that in retrospect it was the most incredible depth of nothingness that I have ever felt -- indeed, a nothingness so profound that I still marvel today in its memory. In that nothingness, I now imagine that every single neuron in my brain had completely shut down (in fact, as I understand it, there was a kind of "electrical storm" going on in my brain which would have completely prevented any neuron from communicating with another. I consider this state that I underwent the closest thing to death that I have every experienced, until I actually die. The nothing was something so vast, so overwhelming, that I realised afterwards that it was the nothingness of true death -- and true pre-life, the state in which we all exist (or more properly, don't exist) before we are born.

    And since then, I have felt at total ease with the thought of dying; my experience matches exactly the experience which, beyond a single rational doubt, happens to all human beings (and everything else, for that matter) after we and our brains are dead: a complete and utter lack of ANYTHING. This complete nothingness is true death, the one we are all truly going to face, not ones with light and angels and butterflies. Our good neurosurgeon sees the gleam of lots and lots of cash in his future, and that gleam can provoke deep and complete visions which are inexplicably glorious.

    But my truth is far, far preferable to his "truth." I felt so completely "gone" that to this day I yearn for that feeling, or absence thereof, again. I now have NO FEAR of death whatsoever, knowing that the Void is a wonderful, grand and glorious place to not be.

    I would love the good doctor to volunteer to be hanged from the neck until he is clinically dead, then brought back to life. If he makes it, I'd love to hear the sequel.

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