I've been thinking a lot of this subject actually and even wrote a little article for my English class about it. It's very rough and I just wrote it a few nights ago when the thought hit me. It's a little long, and if you don't want to read the whole thing....perfectly cool. 
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Do People Know About Their Death
“Can you imagine the final sound is a gun?” Arriving Somewhere but Not Here – Porcupine Tree
Do people know that on that fateful day that they will cease to exist on this plane of existence? Do they wake up knowing that this will be their last day? Of course they never say it, but do they know? Do they feel something is not alright with themselves and their surroundings?
What really bugs me about this question is the final second of your life. We’ve all heard the stories of people having a flashback of their entire life, like a real-time movie in fast-forward. Why is this so? Does it really happen at death? Or was it just meant for that particular person to experience that? What is it like for the victim of a brutal murder? Those last few seconds of life. Do they know that they are going to die? They just give in and let it happen, knowing this is it, feeling it in their soul that this is how it was chosen before life even began? Do they look up in the attackers eyes and know that this is meant to be? And if not, what an absolutely horrible way to leave this earth. I can’t even fathom it. What about car accident victims…does the exact moment that they see the vehicle that is going to take their life, slow down or even come to a complete stop? A freeze-frame? Or is it just: collision…death…gone? What goes through their mind? Are they at peace because they know this is it or is it just pure unadulterated disbelief, fear and horror?
I truly believe that on some of my deepest, toughest, psychedelic trips, I’ve seen an uber-reality. A reality on a higher frequency of operation, that is more real, more authentic…more important, than the one that you and me operate on right now. The symbols and mythology that the unconscious operates on is fully available for display on a powerful psychedelic. It really can’t be described, as all things spiritual and authentic experiences like that are. It’s unfortunate, but there’s a reason that language puts a limit on the ability to describe things. Experiences like these can’t be fully described because they’re not meant to be. They must be experienced by you, the individual, up close and personal, on your own terms. I wonder if the above reality is what the after life is like and this is all just a game, a game where only a few monumental moments are what make up your life hear on this earth, this turn...
I’m not afraid of death, but I’m afraid of how I’m going to die. Will I die around loved ones? Will it be peaceful? Will it be in my sleep? Whose face will be the last I ever see? Will it be a close friend, a relative or a person who’s harming and stealing my life away from me? I’m glad I don’t know but at the same time I’m not. I don’t want to know about that day. I don’t want to know if it’s going to be tomorrow or eighty years from now. I don’t want to know anything.
-------------------- Every mistake, intentional or otherwise, in the above post, is the fault of the reader.
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