I hold that I no longer exist after my death, because the entire idea of me being a separate entity from anything is an illusion that death destroys. I consider myself separate, now, because my body seems separate from things. But, when no longer confined by the body and its boundaries and needs, "I" am no longer separate; I am rejoined with my Source, with the Numinous, with the Universe, whatever term we wish to apply to it.
The best allegory I've ever encountered for it comes from Christopher Pike's Sati: I am a bubble in a bathtub, and God is the bath. Upon dying, the bubble bursts, and I return to God. The idea that I was ever separate is only my own illusion.
Anyway, as such, without my body, there is no "me"; there is only the communion with the Source of us all. |
