I am totally through with this bloody 'God' thing.

If there was one, I would totally dislike him.

There is one Jingle and he loves you , totally

You're right that there's only one jingl, Annie!

True Anya, he doesn't make mistakes ,hence only one Jingle, two would be a big mistake

There are probably more points I would like to respond to, but I will have to come back to them at a later time or day.

But I did want to ask jingl something. If I remember correctly, you did used to believe in God more than you do now? And I am wondering, and rather hoping that it was not something I, or perhaps someone else said on gransnet that put you off, if you dont mind me asking?

Also, I do think that those who may have had more faith previously than they do right now, hold on to whatever faith they have left, as it is so very important to do that.

I think people do come back but are mostly not noticed. One night after falling asleep with my bedside lamp on I woke up and there was a woman sitting next to my bed. She was holding a baby but I could only see the back of the baby's head. She looked very much like she could have been my sister, similar hair, also similar features to me. As I sat up and she faded. I surprised myself because I automatically reached out to her as I sat up...eek. Makes me wonder who is sitting watching us while we sleep or go about our daily lives.

I was at my mother's once and we were watching a programme, as it finished my mother drifted off to sleep. We were going to watch another one straight after so I jumped up and said I would make us a cup of tea. Mum walked into the kitchen straight after and said she wondered where she was for a moment. There was a girl sitting at the dining table watching mum. My mother said she had a large ribbon in her hair, but wouldn't talk about it as it scared her. Another time my mother woke up in the night and could see her mother in the mirror, she said it really frightened her and she said it seemed like she was there for quite a few minutes. My mother didn't drink and prided herself on not taking medication until she became elderly. She was always a healthy active person, not really interested in things such as ghosts, the after life etc.

I can't remember if I have posted about these two incidences, I could write a book on these experiences.

When I lost our second baby and what seemed like gallons of blood, I too had a trip whooshing along the tunnel towards the bright light with a sense of people who had gone before, including my Granny, reaching out to welcome me. Then I sensed my DH calling and pulling me back and reminding me that I had a toddler who needed me. The light faded and I slowly receded back to my bed and after what seemed a long time opened my eyes and saw my distraught DH. I felt sad but very calm, although I had silent tears running down my face. The Doctor had also arrived while I was 'away' and I remember that he said 'Welcome back to the land of the living - you gave us a bit of a fright then'.

Later my DH confirmed that I had been 'gone' for quite some time and that he had been shaking me and screaming at me.

Having always had very low blood pressure, I have fainted umpteen times, but apart from the whooshing noise (which I believe is the blood draining from the brain) this experience was totally different in that I felt neither sick nor dizzy, nor disoriented. It was, rather, a pleasant and comforting experience.

Am I hearing,some of you people are church goers?

Can't argue with most of whats been said on this thread, I don't have faith in live. I believe that you should get the "knife in first" and funnily enough I don't have the problems that most people have on this forum.

God votes Labour, that's right isn't it Anniebach.

Sorry just can't take it seriously.

GNHQ if you do make it a subscription service I will subscribe.

Obieone absolutely nothing to do with anything you, or anyone on here, has said.

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I'm buttered if I'd pay for this stuff gonon!

buggered

Buttered would be interesting! My last comments were for Gononsuch. GOKW what s/he's on about.

An afterlife? I sincerely hope not!

I absolutely believe in an afterlife and in reincarnation. When my father was dying he told me that his mother was waiting for him. Two days after he had died I was trying to sleep and the bedroom was filled with the smell of his favourite after shave: Eau Savage.

As a former palliative care nurse, I have witnessed beautiful smiles on the faces of people who have just died after terrible suffering.

I feel sorry for people with rigid ideas that when we die that is it. It must be a very difficult way to live and to have no imagination and no hope.

Not sure of the connection between getting the knife in first and anyone's concept of an afterlife? Surely that is a matter for individual belief and experience?

I don't believe in "putting the knife in first" Gononsuch and, funnily enough, neither do I have the problems that some people have on this forum (not most of them, just some)

Quite a few of the relationship problems in life arise from being too quick to get the retaliation in fast.

I think we should all be entitled to our opinions and beliefs - as long as they don't impinge on anyone else.
Having said that, a strange thing happened the night before my mother died, she was 52 and not ill at all; she died in a car accident the next day. She had had a brother and a sister who had died in the 1920s when she was a child. She was sitting with us and chatting when she said, "I feel very close to May and Tommy-Joe this evening. I feel they are looking over my shoulder". She was killed the next day. Certainly no lack of oxygen to the brain when whatever it was happened.
I'm still not sure whether there is or isn't anything after death. My father died on Monday ( 44 years after Mummy ) I hope she was there, but i really don't know.

No Gonosuch, God doesn't vote labour, he votes Plaid Cymru

Nice one Annie

Very good!

Don't have problems Gononsuch??