Lionox wrote:Maythen, I would very much enjoy if you wouldn't mind going into depth about the "different destinations", please? What a great discussion here!
Honestly the best modern portrayal of the experience I've found was a show (cancelled now) called Dead Like Me my husband watched for awhile. I'm sure you can dig up an old episode or two. (the one with the yoga instructor is a particularly good portrayal of "heaven")
I'm not really supposed to be looking in, sort of like a door man that hasn't yet been deemed worthy to enter the posh hotel beyond the entry way. I get little hints but never a whole picture. To complicate things the nature of my work requires a sort of... externally applied amnesia (gee this stuff is hard to explain) through my guides. I rarely have much recall from performing my duties astrally and the more physical encounters fade quickly.
Off the top of my head I can remember an adolescent suicide whose heavens air tasted like cotton candy, had flashing colored rainbow lights, and sounded like a carnival fair. Her deceased older brother came for her, still squishy wet from his own suicide, which I gather had spurred her drastic decision.
When my maternal grandfather passed I could distinctly hear his brothers (already deceased) calling him teasingly, as though he was late and holding up the fun, faint sounds of a ball game on the radio, and the roar of a riding lawn mower on a good flat stretch. I could smell tree sap, fresh cut hay, and Budweiser beer.
I get glimpses, little snippets, but I'm not allowed to soak up the sights.