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BigBallinStalin wrote:21 grams, dawg.
BigBallinStalin wrote:21 grams, dawg.
thegreekdog wrote:If your life flashes before your eyes before you die, wouldn't that mean you would live forever (at least in your own mind)?
THINK ABOUT THAT MOTHER FUCKERS!
xeno wrote:This reminds me almost exactly of a premise my friend was trying to explain to me the other day while I was stoned
thegreekdog wrote:If your life flashes before your eyes before you die, wouldn't that mean you would live forever (at least in your own mind)?
THINK ABOUT THAT MOTHER FUCKERS!
thegreekdog wrote:If your life flashes before your eyes before you die, wouldn't that mean you would live forever (at least in your own mind)?
THINK ABOUT THAT MOTHER FUCKERS!
I had a massive pulmonary embolism (PE) and nearly died. My experience was very similar to what is described in the OP's link.
My heart was beating extremely fast due to the PE, and the lack of oxygen was making me feel very panicked. As it got worse though, a curious thing happened over a minute or so as I circled the drain in ever-smaller spirals.
First I got tunnel vision and could really only see what was right in front of me. Then all the colour leeched out and I was reduced to seeing in black and white. If you ask me, this is the origin for many of those near-death tunnels-with-a-light-at-the-end.
My hearing faded out too. It was like my ears were stuffed with cotton wool, and there was this weird high pitched buzz.
I was feeling very frightened. If you've never been acutely short of breath before you won't know quite how it feels, but ask a friend with asthma or some other breathing problem. It's terrifying, literally physically thrashing around for air. But as my vision faded, something changed.
Things started not to matter. I have bipolar disorder, and all the bad things in my life began to seem completely unimportant. That was when I knew I was dying.
Concepts like fear and courage didn't mean anything. It was like falling into a vast black ocean of calm. I felt a massive disconnection from my physical body; at the time I felt utterly separated from physicality.
It wasn't just a physical detachment. It wasn't just an end to socially constructed ideas like courage and sadness. In those last ten to twenty seconds, I stopped caring. Stopped caring about everything and everyone.
Didn't care I wouldn't see anyone again. Didn't care that this was the end of my life. It was the most profound sense of peace, but 'peace' in a very alien sense.
In the last few seconds, I felt small. I felt smaller and smaller inside my own head. And I felt I was surrounded by unimaginable vastness. If you picture me floating in that deep dark ocean I mentioned above, it was like the camera you're viewing me from zoomed out and kept on zooming until I was the tiniest pinprick.
I was absolutely insignificant to myself.
And I was at peace.
And it was ok.
xeno wrote:That depressed me slightly. We aren't supposed to understand death but that is as close as I could imagine it being like
BigBallinStalin wrote:xeno wrote:That depressed me slightly. We aren't supposed to understand death but that is as close as I could imagine it being like
":(" ?
Sounds like a good experience.
xeno wrote:BigBallinStalin wrote:xeno wrote:That depressed me slightly. We aren't supposed to understand death but that is as close as I could imagine it being like
":(" ?
Sounds like a good experience.
Depends on how you look at it. I like living
BigBallinStalin wrote:xeno wrote:Depends on how you look at it. I like living
We don't really have a choice at that moment, so since it's extremely horrifying but then peaceful, I'll take that as good.
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