#Near Death Experience (Quotes)

[iluliluu]

Ao’nung, trying to be romantic: do you think when we look up at the stars that anyone is looking back at us?

Neteyam:

Neteyam: yes

Neteyam: we literally had a battle with them

Neteyam: i nearly died??

[caitlynmeow]

Cassandra: Come on, pick up! Pick up! Bela: *picks up* Cassandra: Hiii~ I love you so much! Cassandra: Can I have twenty thousand Lei? Bela: Why on Earth do you need twenty thousand Lei???? Cassandra: Oh, you know for an escape room??? Bela: You're joking right? Bela: What kind of escape room costs twenty thousand Lei??? Cassandra: Prison Bela:... Bela: I'll be there in ten. Bela: Idiot.

[thetangycheesemanwithaplan]

911 + Text Posts pt152/?

[adrift-in-thyme]

Ok if I scream about nothing else I have to scream about this

It’s the quote!! THE QUOTE AAAAAHHHH

Credit to @linkeduniverse

[hore4women]

Obi-Wan and Anakin holding each other, shaking terrified:

Obi-Wan: Anakin, you might be a pain in my ass and annoy the shit out of me but I always loved you like a brother.

Anakin, panicking: OBI-WAN I ACCIDENTALLY USED YOUR LIGHTSABER TO UNCLOG THE TOILET.

Obi-Wan, whips his head at Anakin, who’s nervously smiling at Obi-Wan: What.

[mynzah]

Life...Afterlife...Self Realization...

I live after my death day by day, and I am strong even as is the double Lion-god. I live, and I am delivered after my death… ~ The Egyptian Book of the Dead (Chapter XXXVIIIa. Papyrus of Nebseni, No. 9,900, sheet 12…Penguin Classics) http://www.mynzahosiris.wordpress.com

[skoulsons]

well. @outer-edges brought me back down to my personal pit of emotional distress and turmoil.

do you all have a moment to talk about my first ever terminal father-daughter brainrot, Daisy and Coulson from agents of shield?

[deckerclassified]

awww

[doctorhimbeere]

[the-homosphere]

remember when you almost died? that was funny

[kntxt]

"You need this near-death experience, this mortality event, before you will open your mind to embrace a new idea."

- Michael Saylor

[mynzah]

Think For Yourself...Self Realization...Know Thyself...

The end of all religions is the realizing of God in the soul. Beyond all books, beyond all creeds, beyond the vanities of this world is the realization of God within yourself… ~ Swami Vivekananda (Lectures and Discourses, Chicago 1893…Soul, God and Religion) http://www.mynzahosiris.wordpress.com

[truethoughts]

I've always been quite fond of Near Death Experiences (NDE). I enjoy hearing them because it gives me hope. Also something lighthearted to look forward to once it's my time.

[steddieas-shegoes]

slowly, then all at once

for @steddielovemonth inspired by the quote "as he read, i fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once." from the fault in our stars by john green

rated t | 731 words | cw: nightmares | tags: pre-relationship, feelings realization, literal sleeping together, cuddling

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Steve’s nightmares aren’t a secret. The severity of them, along with the frequency, and how shitty he feels after, those are all secrets. Not even Robin quite knows how bad it gets sometimes.

The summer is worse: the memories of the Russians, the way the pool reflects off his window at night, the humidity clinging to his skin reminding him too much of the way dust and ash and mud clings in the Upside Down.

He feels stupid after spring break, that he should even still have traumatic memories when Eddie almost died. But he does. They’re worse now. He isn’t being tortured, Robin isn’t even in these ones. It’s always Eddie.

Eddie bleeding.

Eddie’s broken body.

Eddie not breathing.

Eddie dying.

It’s weird how quickly he took over Steve’s brain, how he went from being someone Steve barely knew from school to being one of his closest friends. Near-death experiences tended to do that, he supposes.

But it’s almost every night, and he rarely gets more than a couple hours of sleep before they hit, so he’s in a constant state of exhaustion these days. It’s not great for all the volunteering he does, and the usual taking the kids where they need to go, and trying to find a new job, and trying to convince Robin he’s fine. The bags under his eyes and the constant slump of his shoulders says everything.

She worries, but she knows he just has to get over the hump.

They all do.

Eddie stays with him late into the night a lot. It’s like he senses that being alone is the catalyst.

He finds excuses, tries to make it seem like he’s the one who doesn’t wanna be alone. Steve appreciates it, but he’s far past the point of feeling any shame for being afraid of being alone.

He doesn’t turn him away, though. Eddie sticks around for hours most nights, well past the point he should. Sometimes they watch movies, sometimes they just turn music on and sit quietly in the living room. Eddie is always moving a little, fingers tapping, leg jiggling, head bobbing. It’s good, though. It’s nice.

And sometimes he lays down in Steve’s bed with him until he falls asleep. He doesn’t touch him, or really do anything more than just exist in the space while Steve closes his eyes and drifts off. He’s always gone when Steve wakes up.

Tonight, he’s got a book open and Steve’s curled up under his blankets. His bones ache from how tired he is, and he wonders if his body will ever get to the point where exhaustion keeps the nightmares away. Steve’s eyes are closed, but he’s not asleep. Not yet.

Eddie’s voice is soft, accents coming through for some characters, colorful inflections describing the scenery. Steve smiles to himself as his eyes start to feel heavy.

It’s nice to be read to. He doesn’t know which book this is, but it sounds like a dream.

Maybe he’ll dream about this instead of bats circling a body he loves.

Oh.

His eyes open and he looks up at Eddie, who doesn’t stop reading, even when Steve knows he can feel his eyes on him. It’s a beautiful thing, to see Eddie so enraptured in a story that he’s probably read before, to see him still putting the effort into giving Steve a show even though Steve was mostly asleep.

He loves him.

Steve loves Eddie.

Not the way he loves Robin, or the kids. Maybe closer to how he loved Nancy, but even that didn’t feel quite like this.

This feels like a later sunset after a long winter, a fresh breath of air after being stuck in the Upside Down, a glass of cold water in the middle of summer.

It’s refreshing, and waves of calm take over his body.

He settles.

He reaches out, places his arm over Eddie’s stomach, curls his fingers into his shirt. He buries his face into Eddie’s side.

Eddie pauses for a moment, just long enough that Steve worries he shouldn’t have done this. But then one arm covers Steve’s body and he continues, voice softer but no less enthusiastic.

Steve closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep.

When he wakes, it’s calm. There’s no crying or screaming, no thrashing, no fighting.

Eddie’s there, holding Steve against him.

He loves him.

[funeral]

I could see my spirit standing before me. My spirit was so beautifully perfect, dressed in a white gown that was loose, free-flowing, and below the knee. From my spirit there emanated a bright, soft-white halo. My spirit was standing six to eight feet from my body. It was so strange, for I could see my spirit and my spirit could see my pathetic body. I had not an ounce of color and I looked all withered and cold and lifeless. My spirit felt warm and so, so celestial. As my spirit slowly moved away, my spirit told my body goodbye, for my spirit saw the light and wanted to go into it. The light was like a circular opening that was warm and bright.

P.M.H. Atwater, Beyond the Light