We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I know there is something beyond our mortal veil. I know it's safe and welcoming. Without getting into a lot of personal detail, my fraternal twin sister squeezed my hand and said to me "It's okay Tommy - it's beautiful" right when she passed on. We were sixteen at the time. And I have other reasons to believe.
It's interesting how these experiences always reflect the speaker's culture and what they expect people would say. But on the other hand there have been unusual NDEs and mediums that show there is much we don't understand about the human soul scientifically, and perhaps never will.
I have read his interviews as well as many others of a similar nature.
As much as I want to believe there is something after physical death I can't help but succumb to the prevailing scientific belief system. You just enter the great void, depressing.
the man was clinically brain dead so forget the delirium theory. if he wasn't an associate to the doctors trying to save him they
would have removed him from life support and there would be no book..giving book reviews without reading the book should be left to those less smart than bird dogs...
His brain remembers what his soul--whatever part of him went to wherever it went--reported when it came back with the information. I'm not pretending to know what this experience was, but based on his reportage of it, his memory did not have to be engaged for it have happened. This does not mean that is what happened; it could have certainly been a perfectly natural phenomenon of his brain's pathology during his illness, but then again, it could have been, based on what he said about it, supernatural as well.
What does the soul need the brain for? For whatever the soul needs the body for, I suppose, which is a different question. Assuming there is a soul.
Does the soul forget when the brain clogs? Exactly what the soul knows, when, and why, and how this activity and its memory manifests itself is a partial mystery. When I engage in serious moral questions, at least, I genuinely believe I am engaging my soul. Assuming there is a soul.
"It's no good as an account except of delirium," I think begs the question of the evidence (not necessarily proof) he has that these events took place at a time when his brain could not have been engaged in memory-making activity.