What do YOU know of the afterlife?

[Killa Rican]

I am interested in anyone's experiences whether it be an OBE or Lucid dream or Regular dream, of interaction with the deceased. Friends And Fam.

Did you find out anything? What did they tell you? Did they awnser all your questions? Do you feel they held anything back?

I want to compare notes. ^_^

[Stookie]

I've had 2 instances with deceased relatives & 1 deceased friend, and each one was very simple & short, little talk, and seemed the same:

They let me know they are OK, they gave me reassurance in my own life, and they seemed to be waiting and preparing. I think it was all I needed and they knew that.

[skiax]

About 3 months after my mom died, she sort of tricked me. I was practicing guitar in the den when I saw my aunt come to the patio door. I motioned that I would go around to let her in. As I slid the glass door across, my aunt turned into my mother. She came in quickly and scooped me up like I was a bag of sugar. We started ascending at an incredible speed, but I shut it down by saying NO! Going on twenty years now and she rarely stops by. My father, on the other hand, stops by once in a while. He seems as crusty as ever in his stern no b.s. bluntness. I have a brother who passed in '68 but maybe only once that I can recall has he come to me in a dream. I think my mother was offering me a gift but I turned it down. Stuff with my father has no afterlife content. I've never held the idea that consciousness is extinguished at death, so maybe that's why none of the people I've known feel compelled to reassure me.
                                                                                                                      Thanks For Letting Me Talk,
                                                                                                                                                            -Jim-

[i smoke and drink coffee]

When my Grandma's passed away, I was not present for the funerals.
So last year, I was having this horrible, brutal nightmare of dead scorpion bones inside of my testicles and heart, and there were people standing around me draining out all of my blood, and my heart felt crushed inside.  So more stuff happened in the nightmare, and I violently woke up.  Laying there in sweat, as I was half asleep, wrenching in the bed, I could hear the voice of my one Grandma.  I forget what she said right at this moment, but it was something like, "We are only trying to talk to you, to sing you songs of sweet dreams."  or SOMETHING like that, I don't really remember.

On two occasions now, being that I live in an old church turned into a house, I've heard organ music and people singing.  It's kind of scarey actually.  It's like their voices are slipping through time.