What have you been reading?
You're speaking entirely from ego - which appears to be something we don't take with us when we die.
I'm struggling to understand what you're on about to be honest.
I
know my consciousness will survive biological death. My experience (and subsequent ones) removed my fear of death.
We already know that consciousness survives clinical death because of NDE accounts - and the longer someone is 'down' the deeper the experience.
It's my understanding that all the things, that have made life as difficult as it is, will be gone and we will be back to our default setting which is love.
It's hard to imagine love without the influence of ego because egos are formed as soon as we are around other people. Hate, jealousy, anxiety, depression, sadness, hurt - they're all ego based. When I had an experience several decades ago, it was like
none of those emotions existed - which was at odds with the fact that I was being bullied on a daily basis at school.
I've experienced this - albeit briefly - and there are no words to accurately describe how this felt. I wasn't on drugs, having a psychotic episode or asleep. I was wide awake and as compos mentis as it gets.
Can you imagine being
you without all the crap?
Well you came into the world that way and you will leave the same way because all of it will be released as your consciousness separates from your body.
Regards the 'afterlife' being boring...
If boring is not being weighed down with all this egotistical shit (mine and other peoples), then I'll take boring!
We are all made of energy and energy cannot be destroyed - it can only change form - so the idea that we do not exist in any way after death doesn't make sense to me.
I do struggle with reincarnation but that's probably because I am looking at it from a human measurement of time perspective, but some of the accounts are very compelling - especially those of children which I'm more likely to believe because they have less cause to lie.
I've seen people who shouldn't be here and I've sensed many more. My dad came to me in a dream to show me the crematorium where we'd just had his service and him with his arm around his brother - him saying, 'I'll look after you kid' which I thought was odd because this was his eldest brother. Normally, dreams are fragmented, so some things are accurate but others are not because it's a jumble of memories. Not so in this dream - everything was exactly as it should have been. I remember feeling elated that my dad was sat in front of me but he didn't speak to me and that upset me. A few weeks later, my uncle died (6 weeks after my dad) and we were in that crematorium again - this time saying goodbye to my uncle.
The night before my mother died (suddenly) I had a dream where I was at my nan's house (mum's mum) and my nan looked about 35 years old (she was in her 60s when I was born) and everything about the house and garden was correct except for one door which didn't belong there, and Nan told me that I wasn't to open it. We were putting things into black sacks - like you would for a jumble sale? And the dream ended there. This was just before I woke up at about 9.30 am. The dream unnerved me a bit. It was a Saturday and I rarely spoke to Mum on a Saturday (and I'd spoken to her the night before) but something kept niggling at me. So I phoned about 10am and got no answer from the landline or mobile. Not unusual for my mum as she could have been in the shower, but this sense of something being wrong was too strong to ignore so I phoned my brother who agreed to go round and check she was ok. AT 11am he called me to say he'd found her dead on the floor and the paramedics estimated time of death between 9 and 9.30 am, so she was dying at the time I had my dream.
The evidence that consciousness survives death is enormous and, slowly, we are making progress using the scientific method ( Google Sam Parnia) but ultimately I's say it's probably best that most of us are kept guessing otherwise we'd be leaping off cliffs in droves...