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Whenever I think of suicide, I think that if there's an afterlife it would be unpleasant for me because I committed suicide.
From Raymond Moody's book Life After Life:
From Raymond Moody's book Glimpses of Eternity, An investigation into shared death experiences:
From Raymond Moody's book Life After Life:
Have you ever interviewed anyone who has had a near-death experience in association with a suicide attempt? If so, was the experience any different?
I do know of a few cases in which a suicide attempt was the cause of the apparent "death." These experiences were uniformly characterized as being unpleasant.
As one woman said, "If you leave here a tormented soul, you will be a tormented soul over there, too." In short, they report that the conflicts they had attempted suicide to escape were still present when they died, but with added complications. In their disembodied state they were unable to do anything about their problems, and they also had to view the unfortunate consequences which resulted from their acts.
A man who was despondent about the death of his wife shot himself, "died" as a result, and was resuscitated. He states:
I didn't go where [my wife] was. I went to an awful place…. I immediately saw the mistake I had made…. I thought, "I wish I hadn't done it."
Others who experienced this unpleasant "limbo" state have remarked that they had the feeling they would be there for a long time. This was their penalty for "breaking the rules" by trying to release themselves prematurely from what was, in effect, an "assignment"—to fulfill a certain purpose in life.
Such remarks coincide with what has been reported to me by several people who "died" of other causes but who said that, while they were in this state, it had been intimated to them that suicide was a very unfortunate act which attended with a severe penalty. One man who had a near-death experience after an accident said:
[While I was over there] I got the feeling that two things it was completely forbidden for me to do would be to kill myself or to kill another person…. If I were to commit suicide, I would be throwing God's gift back in his face…. Killing somebody else would be interfering with God's purpose for that individual.
Sentiments like these, which by now have been expressed to me in many separate accounts, are identical to those embodied in the most ancient theological and moral argument against suicide—one which occurs in various forms in the writings of thinkers as diverse as St. Thomas Aquinas, Locke, and Kant. A suicide, in Kant's view, is acting in opposition to the purposes of God and arrives on the other side viewed as a rebel against his creator. Aquinas argues that life is a gift from God and that it is God's prerogative, not man's, to take it back.
In discussing this, however, I do not pass a moral judgment against suicide. I only report what others who have been through this experience have told me. I am now in the process of preparing a second book on near-death experiences, in which this topic, along with others, will be dealt with at greater length.
From Raymond Moody's book Glimpses of Eternity, An investigation into shared death experiences:
Another member of the medical profession asked me the same thing. Ted was a physician's assistant and paramedic who worked at a hospital in the Deep South. One day the paramedics got a call to go to an address near the hospital where a man was reported to have attempted suicide.
When Ted and the other medics rushed into the house, they realized to their horror that the man who had attempted suicide was a psychologist at the hospital. Ted was well acquainted with the man and knew that his wife had recently left him. He had witnessed a sea change in how the doctor related to others. He had been talkative and friendly, but in recent months he had become withdrawn and somber.
And now this.
Ted knelt over the man and realized that he was dead. Still, he began to administer CPR, more out of instinct than out of hope. His attempts were to no avail, and within about ten minutes he gave up.
That was when he became aware of the man standing next to him. It was the psychologist in spirit form, and he was looking down at his own body with a look of amazement and regret on his face.
As far as Ted knows, none of the other medics saw the spirit being. As he stared up at the dead man's spirit, he had the sense that the man was curious about what would happen next.
And what happened wasn't pleasant.
The next-door neighbor had seen the ambulance and came over to see what was going on. When he saw that the psychologist was dead, he made a cutting remark. Ted doesn't remember what the man said, but he did recall the spirit's reaction. He said the spirit seemed to shrink, as though he was shriveling from the hurt caused by the comment.
"It was painful for me to watch," said Ted. "It was as though the life was sucked out of him, like he had been drained by what the neighbor said."
Ted didn't see the spirit after that, but had the sense that the comment by the neighbor made him lose interest in
his body and he moved on.
"What do you make of that?" asked Ted.
"I honestly don't know," I said. "I just don't have a clue."