(November 3, 2016 at 12:35 pm)Doubting Thomas Wrote:(November 3, 2016 at 10:12 am)Little Rik Wrote: Someone gave the name NEAR because the dead guy come back to life.
The guy was clinically dead or 100% dead.
No, "near death" or clinical death isn't 100% dead if your brain is still alive. No way can anyone come back to life if their brain is dead. Of course it doesn't take long to go from clinical death to total death, if the doctors can't get your heart started again. But near death is not total death.
Nor does the NDE crowd ever want to talk about the numerous people who are resuscitated but did not experience any of the "floating above my body/flying down a tunnel" type hallucinations. They don't experience anything at all, death to them was just like falling asleep.
I have a friend who was involved in an automobile accident and technically die for a few minutes several times in the span of a few hours. He saw no light, no angels or demons, no gods, no dead relatives, no movie replaying his life. Nothing.
Guess god was out to lunch on that one.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
