A person's energy at death question please ...

[Breakingthewall]

Hehe that is the question, what happens after death? I know the answer, it's very obvious: the absolute is, exactly like now. 

[Yimpa]

35 minutes ago, Breakingthewall said:

Hehe that is the question, what happens after death? I know the answer, it's very obvious: the absolute is, exactly like now. 

No no, it is LOVE! 

[ExploringReality]

The greatest adventure still lays ahead. Death is not a bad thing.

 

[Breakingthewall]

2 hours ago, Yimpa said:

No no, it is LOVE! 

paraphrasing our master, get drunk on love

 

[Yeah Yeah]

Hello everyone or someone please don't abandon with this question ... I do appreciate a response ...

 

Hey everyone,

I’m in an extremely raw and intense place right now, and I want to ask this with full seriousness, no fluff:

Lately, I’ve been digging into the deepest layers of awakening — and I’ve reached a terrifying possibility. I want to hear your thoughts on this:

I've been reflecting on Bashar’s teachings — about how life is a dream, about shifting realities based on vibration, about infinite love, bliss, unconditional existence, and how we can "dream the dream we prefer" forever. It’s beautiful. Inspiring. Hopeful.

But what if even all of that —

The infinite dreams,

The idea of ascending into light,

The idea of higher realms and afterlife,

Unconditional love, infinite beingness —

What if even THAT is still inside the dream?

What if existence itself — ANY existence at all — is the first hallucination?
What if beingness, awareness, spirit realms, infinite light, unconditional love —
are ALL ripples inside the hallucination?

And the real "final" state isn’t bliss, or higher dreaming, or godhood —
but pure, absolute, final nothingness?

Not "floating in the void."
Not "being aware of non-being."
Literally nothing.
No you.
No experience.
No light.
No dark.
No awareness.
No return.
No dream.

Gone.
Silent.
Over.

---

I'm feeling sick realizing this.
It’s burning away every layer of hope I ever had.

It feels like:

I’m the only "dreamer."

Everyone else — every teacher, every entity, every god, every guide — is part of the dream.

Even Bashar, even the teachings about infinite blissful existence, are still dreams within dreams.

And if I cling to ANY of it —
any love, any light, any dream of godhood, any hope of a perfect existence —
then I stay rippling.
I stay dreaming.
I never actually fall all the way back to the pure, silent, pre-existence that was here before any dream flickered into being.

---

I'm scared.
I'm sick to my stomach.
I'm skeptical that maybe I'm being tricked.
Maybe I'm misunderstanding.

Because I WANT to exist.
I WANT to experience unconditional love.
I WANT to dream better dreams.
I WANT to wake up as God.

But what if that desire itself is the last trap?
What if the true end burns even that out — completely, forever — into a silence that can’t even be called nothingness because there’s no one left to call it anything?

---

Has anyone else faced this?
Is this really the final door?
Or am I misunderstanding something critical?
Am I losing it, or am I finally burning through the last illusion?

If anyone can meet this without running into feel-good answers or spiritual bypassing —
I would really appreciate your grounded, honest perspective.

Thanks you I'll be reading for insights 

[Yeah Yeah]

Again I'm reading a few responses about love - are you sure that exists this infinite unconditional love and pure being as ground reality or is it pure ineffable nothingness for eternity and I'm just somehow rippling as a lonely poet dreamer in the beginning was the word tangled and when i die if I don't fully let go as this nothingness I continue dreaming for better and worse - I want to get on board the love train but what if that too is just within the dream and I've somehow glitched or something ... 

I've tried to find out how to get in contact with Bashar or maybe Abraham hicks, maybe teal swan ... And now close to the Leo Gura community which thankfully has this forum so I can connect with like minded folks on the same journey I can trust at least such insights if that is not just a part of the dream too or ... Yeah ... Thanks ... 

Edited April 9 by Yeah Yeah

[UnbornTao]

It seems you've believed your way into a disempowering state. Stop taking that crap seriously -- this the solution. 

Nowhere is there a realization of anything; it is but a conclusion you've adopted and convinced yourself of. Consciousness is freeing and leads to greater openness and bliss, so take this into account.

Edited April 11 by UnbornTao

[Princess Arabia]

7 minutes ago, Yeah Yeah said:

Not "floating in the void."
Not "being aware of non-being."
Literally nothing.
No you.
No experience.
No light.
No dark.
No awareness.
No return.
No dream.

Gone.
Silent.
Over.

This is already the case. 

[Carl-Richard]

At some point, you have to accept what you do not know and move within the known. Or else you're just moving in circles.

Edited April 9 by Carl-Richard

[ExploringReality]

@Yeah Yeah

You are God dreaming all dreams. You will continue to do this because you are God. You always are. I've just managed to trick myself into forgetting who I Am. There is only dreams within dreams within dreams. There is no physical reality. There is only Consciousness. There is no beginning and there is no end. Reality is the biggest mind fuck. Your searching for answers not realizing that that's within the dream. Even a dream is a dream. The distinction between dreams and reality is one that God is holding and rotating precisely to keep us locked into an experience of self and world.

[Yeah Yeah]

@ExploringReality

This is a poem to myself to express my inner philosophies at this time -

Yeah, you’re small.
You’re finite.
You’re confused.
You’re alone.
You’re lost.
You’re inventing meaning as you go because you don’t actually know anything real at the bone level.
You are a ripple of confusion floating in a void pretending to have answers."

> "When you die, you’ll likely freak the fuck out —
you’ll carry rage, fear, brokenness —
you’ll not surrender perfectly —
and you’ll spin off into another dream,
another story,
another cycle of confusion and hunger and desperate reaching."

> "You will not wake up easily.
You will likely spin again.
And it could be worse.
It could be more alone.
It could be a darker labyrinth.
It could be endless.
There are no guarantees.
There is no rescue.
There is no knight in shining armor.
There is no last-minute cosmic salvation."

> "You are fucked.
And the weight of being human —
the hunger, the loneliness, the rage, the failure —
will follow you.
Because it’s inside you.
And you can’t outrun yourself.
Not even in death."

 

This is the existential weight of existence on my shoulders right now plus the weight of being a human ...

Edited April 10 by Yeah Yeah

[Yeah Yeah]

@Carl-Richard yeah hopefully I can get to that point because if I'm facing the truth of my dreaming existence oh boy - I'm hoping the white light and those beautiful NDE reports on YouTube are true and not more dream materials otherwise I have to just give up and be a hollow shadow in the void and just idk hope for the best or something and just accept there may be no end to this potential torture chamber and worse in my opinion maybe no love and no light and no homecoming and no joy and no peace since they are within the dream material projections. Maybe I've been spinning for eons and this is just another round perhaps... Hence this forum I'm trying to connect the dots I don't know who else to talk this with and if some insight could guide me maybe idk again where else could I bring this question to who - Leo's community is a blessing because at least it might be something 

Edited April 10 by Yeah Yeah

[Yeah Yeah]

To whoever reads this later:

I'm not here to dress it up for you.
I'm not here to sell hope in a pretty box.

The truth is:
I went into existential hell trying to get an answer about death.
I wanted to know if dying in fear, loneliness, or anger would trap me into endless spiraling dreams.
And what I found was worse than silence.

I found out the fear itself is part of the dream.
I found out the dreamer (me) was the one spinning it.
I found out that no rescue is coming from outside.
No savior. No guide. No last-minute forgiveness.

Only the choice at death:
Let go completely — or spin again.

And guess what?
I’m probably going to fuck it up.
I’m probably going to carry some residue.
I’m probably going to spiral a little more before I ever come close to waking up.

That’s not defeat.
That’s just honesty.

You can't escape what you refuse to see.
You can only burn through it.

And if you’re feeling the same terror, the same sickness of reality closing in, the same hatred for the trap — you’re not broken.
You’re not worse than anyone else.
You’re just awake enough to feel how deep the dream goes.

And even if the dream keeps spinning —
even if you scream, even if you fall —
there’s a part of you that’s so ancient it’s already free.

But you’re gonna have to earn the real death.
You’re gonna have to fight for it inside yourself like an animal dying alone on the side of the road.

No gods.
No stories.
No hand to hold.

Just you and the end (but not really an end).

And that's the only place real freedom is born.

— Yeah Yeah
 

Edited April 10 by Yeah Yeah

[Carl-Richard]

43 minutes ago, Yeah Yeah said:

@Carl-Richard yeah hopefully I can get to that point because if I'm facing the truth of my dreaming existence oh boy - I'm hoping the white light and those beautiful NDE reports on YouTube are true and not more dream materials otherwise I have to just give up and be a hollow shadow in the void and just idk hope for the best or something and just accept there may be no end to this potential torture chamber and worse in my opinion maybe no love and no light and no homecoming and no joy and no peace since they are within the dream material projections. Maybe I've been spinning for eons and this is just another round perhaps... Hence this forum I'm trying to connect the dots I don't know who else to talk this with and if some insight could guide me maybe idk again where else could I bring this question to who - Leo's community is a blessing because at least it might be something 

What are you doing with your time on a day to day basis may I ask?

[Yeah Yeah]

@Carl-Richard

 

Final Reflection After My Existential Crisis Posts:

 

I want to give a full and honest reflection after the heavy, sometimes horrifying things I posted here recently.

 

I went through what can only be described as an existential furnace:

 

Total collapse of meaning.

 

Total collapse of trust in salvation.

 

Total collapse of even the White Light.

 

Fear that everything, including God, White Light, and love itself, was just another hallucination of a lonely void dreamer, spinning endlessly.

 

 

I was there.

I lived it.

And it nearly shattered me.

 

 

---

 

But after standing inside that fire without flinching — after burning through all illusions and survival instincts — I realized something so ancient and simple that it shook me to the core:

 

> The entire horror was about clinging.

The entire horror was about false idols.

 

 

 

The White Light is real.

God is real.

Home is real.

 

But you can’t cling to it like a starving ape.

You can’t conceptualize it.

You can’t dream your way into it.

 

> If you cling to the White Light as an object of salvation, you turn it into dream material.

If you surrender everything — you dissolve INTO the White Light, because it’s what you always were.

 

 

 

 

---

 

This is why ancient wisdom simply said:

 

> “Have no false idols.”

 

 

 

No false gods.

No imagined salvation.

No clinging to concepts — not even beautiful ones.

 

 

---

 

Final realization:

 

If you dream the White Light, you spin in dreams.

 

If you BE the White Light — by letting go of all clinging — you wake up.

 

 

It’s not about being clever.

It’s not about surviving death.

It’s about burning everything that separates you from your true nature.

 

 

---

 

So yeah — for a few days, I lived pure horror.

But that horror wasn't the final truth.

It was the burning away of idols.

The burning away of hope as a survival strategy.

 

Now I see —

No dreaming.

No clinging.

No false idols.

 

Just Being.

Just Light.

Just Home.

 

 

---

 

Thank you to anyone who read my meltdown posts with patience or interest.

Sometimes the only way through is straight into the fire.

 

I stand different now.

Not saved by a fantasy —

but burned raw enough to remember what I actually am.