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Don’t listen to Droney, Nathan. He’s been seduced by the barmy materialism of this world, I reckon. There is a name for a similar phenomenon, in which a family member or members appear to dying patients, to make them less fearful of death. I think you’ll find such incidents described in YouTube clips by hospice staff, and also on the blog of that well-known neuropsychiatrist, Dr Peter Fenwick – as well as here, probably:
On ‘the ‘realms of gold’, none more insightful than Droney. It’s the wild Celtic blood in him.
This one’s pretty good. Always that impressive body language, which at the very least, proclaims the authenticity of his experience in his own eyes :
And here’s a personal testimony to his Christian faith by another extravert ‘nutter’ (like the Kiwi, Ian McCormack), a former, East End gangster, called John Pridmore, some of you might have seen or met at a race-course during his the years of his misspent youth(!), I expect. Always interesting, I found it both amusing and funny in different parts. Definitely not into being hugged by other males!
When he talked about his first Confession, after his reversion (he’d been born a Catholic), he reminded me of a lad I knew in the army whose other mother had died when he was about 9 I think, which, understandably gnuff, turned him against God at least for a while. But he told me how he missed the special feeling of peace he felt after Confessions. Can’t remember much what sins I would have committed as a nine-year old, though I think grown-up adult females turn our heads from a much earlier age, and the heads of females by males. Anyway, the last I heard, he’d gone AWOL.
Anyway, in the next regiment our troop went to there was a hilarious lad called Vallance, who, at a time when other people were not being allowed to take leave, pretended that he wanted to go on a course in England for radio hams and was flown back to the UK for that purpose.
Before he signed up, he used to knock about with some of the Irish lads in Kilburn, and told me about various drinks combining Guinness with other libations of different kinds, he’d learnt about from his Irish muckers. His real reason for applying for that leave, however, was that he wanted to go to Ireland. In other words he went AWOL, deserted. I don’t know if it was to join the circus, or whether he just did so, afterwards. But the fact that another less that genial lad had been turned down when he’d applied for leave was infuriated by it all, just tickled us more than ever. Anyway, eventually he ended up starving, so he gave himself up. When we first heard about it, before he returned, we were in stitches. Joining the circus just put the finishing touch to his very picaresque scallywaggery, brief though it had been at that stage.
The point of all these ramblings is that I think God must have an A1 sense of humour, particularly in my regard, in that not only did I spend most of my time in the army in Duane Doberman’s job in the Motor Pool or MT Troop (Private IInd Class in the Motor Pool versus Gunner IInd Class in MT Troop), but I got on well with lads who went AWOL, but perhaps that was not so surprising, since Mark, the bloke who gave me a reference for the army, was himself a deserter of many years standing, I remembered much later. He was an agent of the property developer and landlord of the boarding house I was staying at in Reading.
A wonderful occurrence at the funeral of a lady who used to look after stray dogs and countless cats:
Also a wee moossie’s ghost. The clip looks genuine to me.
A great testimony here. I only tend to watch and listen to the testimonies of the 700 Club, as the show is called, and not the commentary of the host, after it. This one concludes with the bloke – an American missionary, I think – having a wonderful mystical vision of Jesus in his prison cell in Iran :
Here’s another:
There’s a lot about the brain that we do not know; can’t explain. There’s a (perfectly understandable) desire to put the best interpretation (eg – hey there’s a god and a sunny, green-fielded heaven awaiting us – honest!!). But the probability is there’s a scientific, chemical, biological explanation. Sorry Grimes, you want a happy ending to your life (don’t we all?), but you’d be better off trawling the internet for Christopher Hitchens’ lectures on religion/philosophy/history than the NDE sources who jump to the “it must be god” assumption. Man up; accept there’s no benevolent god or eternal life and move out from the religious dark-age mindset that religion infuses on gullible, impressionable children who are too scared to shake it off when they’re old enough to think for themselves.
Very amusing post, insomniac. I must have had a lot of hallucinations, personally, in my waking hours. I must be in a really bad way. They do say that serious nutters are wont to claim mystical visions !
Here’s some good reading material for you, insomniac, I mean BA77’s posts in particular.
Guest Post: Constancy of Self in Light of Near Death Experiences – A Disproof of Materialism
There’s a lot about the brain that we do not know; can’t explain. There’s a (perfectly understandable) desire to put the best interpretation (eg – hey there’s a god and a sunny, green-fielded heaven awaiting us – honest!!). But the probability is there’s a scientific, chemical, biological explanation. Sorry Grimes, you want a happy ending to your life (don’t we all?), but you’d be better off trawling the internet for Christopher Hitchens’ lectures on religion/philosophy/history than the NDE sources who jump to the “it must be god” assumption. Man up; accept there’s no benevolent god or eternal life and move out from the religious dark-age mindset that religion infuses on gullible, impressionable children who are too scared to shake it off when they’re old enough to think for themselves.
Spot on Insomniac!
Value Is EverythingGood morrow, both! Very amusing, fatherly advice, insomniac.
Here is a miracle for you both to guffaw at :
http://www.pattimaguirearmstrong.com/2013/07/never-say-never-padre-pio-miracle-by.html
And here is a video of an NDEer, whose story I believe I may have posted here before, in a shorter form. But this full-length video- clip is well worth watching from start to finish :
I’ve just spotted this, BHison, while reviewing some old posts. In effect, if you believe consciousness is of no higher order than matter, then you are saying that you believe that you, yourself, are as dumb as a box of rocks and your thoughts are of mo more merit than than those of a rock or a hedge, or some other physical item we analogize with mental dimness.
You know what Aristotle said? ‘Nothing is what rocks dream about.’ So much for the intellectual benefit that has accrued to you two secular’ fundies’ from the march of our largely Christian-driven science!
An interesting article by ICU nurse, Penny Sartori on the NDE’s shared by family members by the dying patient’s bedside, refuting their attribution to physiological causes, such as oxygen deprivation.
A little something extra for you, Ginge, abut your beloved fantasy, Evolution!
Darwin’s Predictions: A New Website Surveys Evolution’s Main Predictions
http://darwins-god.blogspot.co.uk/2015/05/darwins-predictions-new-website-surveys.html
Don’t say I ne’er ghee yer nowt.
A friend of mine went to see the bloke who speaks to the dead sprits. Perhaps he’s just a bloody mind reader or something but he told her that he was speaking to her mother and was saying things that he couldn’t possibly be able to guess and was 100% accurate.
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There are many things that cannot be easily explained but such things, whilst not completely scotching the idea that there is no life after death, certainly DO NOT prove the existence of god / allah / thor/ zeus etc.
I’m sure many of you will have had a similar experience to the one I had a few months ago.
Maybe 3 or 4 times a week for the last 9 years I drive to an office in a nearby town and always park in the same, reserved spot. Yet this one morning, as I turned into the side road that led to the entrance to the car park, I just sensed that another car was parking in that space; I also pictured the particular person who was parking there; he’d never ever parked there before. I couldn’t actually see him parking- it’s behind a high wall, yet when I enetered the car park, there was this same guy, with a completely empty car park to choose from, parking in the place reserved for me. I didn’t jump out of my car and start saying it was a miracle and proof that Jesus (or Allah) loves me and exists and moves in mysterious ways and supplicate myself like some brain-dead half-wit. I don’t know why I sensed this event was unfolding before it did, but it sure didn’t prove that Mary was a virgin when she gave birth or that all lads should have their foreskins chopped off.
Does anyone who happens to believe in a god REALLY think that that god gives a t@ss whether you have a foreskin, or have sex in a particular position, or bend the knee in abject subjugation so many times a day or week or year? Can such a dark-age mindset be so deeply impregnated into modern day children that it can never be shaken off in adulthood – at least in a modern western society? It would seem for millions it cannot. Superstition (in the form of religion) should never be taught to children unless thay are also taught the Spinoza / Secularist views too.An awful lot of straw-men you erected and demolished there, insomniac. Howmsomever, I’m actually a wee bit on your side, I see. To me in the Catholic church, our God seems much more like the Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe, than an austere, autocratic martinet – just as those NDEs seem to indicate, because we’re one great big, ever so slightly crazy family, so it makes sense we should rope in Our Lady and saints and angels into our prayers. Even in the formal liturgies we sometimes even ask God to ask Mary to pray to him or the Father or God, for us! Real ‘right round the houses’ stuff! ‘If you’re Irish, come into the parlour!’ – though very inclusive.
Many Protestants – and on the face of it, they make a lot of sense – view our prayer to saints as idolatrous. But they don’t see the family aspect, which I love to bits. It’s a preparation for our life in heaven as God’s adopted children, in his Mystical Body, the True Vine. We shall actually share in the very life of the Holy Trinity, in such finite measure as we are capable of receiving it.
This Pope, I think, shares your perspective, insomniac. Christ came to teach love, not terror. In fact, he went so far as to say that love, generous and selfless, is the fulness of the Law, and on it hangs the whole of the Law and the Prophets. And his description of the Last Judgment in Matthew 25 , the only description of it in the whole of scripture, confirms that in spades.
… more things in heaven and earth, Horatio…
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Look at this guy’s expressions, Nathan.
Somehow, I suspect my use of emoticons, infrequent though it is, is not too brilliant.
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