Since the beginning of time, humans have asked the question: “What happens to us after we die?”.
Religious or spiritual people often believe in a heaven or afterlife. Some believe that nothing happens to us; we just die. Others, however, believe that our souls live on after we die. A couple of researchers say that they have the science to that this might be a possibility. (1)
The Soul Doesn’t Die When Our Bodies Do
After extensive research, two experts are saying that while our bodies die, our consciousness – or our soul – lives on forever. Quantum mechanics, they say, makes this possible. Quantum mechanics is the science dealing with the behavior of matter at the atomic and subatomic levels. It accounts for the properties of molecules and atoms, and the things that make them. (2) This includes (2):
Neurons
Electrons
Protons
Quarks
Gluons
Other esoteric particles
Scientists Stuart Hameroff and Sir Roger Penrose say consciousness is simply information stored at this quantum level. (1)
Orchestrated Objective Reduction
The pair say that this storage process is Orchestrated Objective Reduction (Orch-OR). This is via a structural component of human cells, protein-based microtubules, that carry quantum information. (1, 3)
“Let’s say the heart stops beating, the blood stops flowing; the micro-tubules lose their quantum state,” explains Dr. Hameroff. “The quantum information within the micro-tubules is not destroyed, it can’t be destroyed, and it just distributes and dissipates to the universe at large.” (1)
He says that if the person is resuscitated, then the information just goes back into the microtubules, and the person becomes conscious again. This is what we call a “near-death experience.” If, instead, the patient dies, then their consciousness can possibly exist outside of the body as a soul. (1)
Our Physical Universe Is Just Our Perception
Researchers from the Max Planck Institute for Physics in Munich say that there is an infinite beyond after death. According to them, the world we live in is just our perception and that our souls go into this infinite beyond when our bodies die. (1)
“What we consider the here and now, this world, it is actually just the material level that is comprehensible,” says Dr Hans-Peter Durr from the institute. “The beyond is an infinite reality that is much bigger.” (1)
Hameroff and Penrose’s research shows that consciousness comes from deeper level microtubule vibrations. This not only helps us to better understand what the human consciousness is, but may also help treat mental, neurological, and cognitive conditions. (3)
What do you think? Do you think our souls live on after we die?
My Grandpa with Alzheimer’s Couldn’t Remember Anyone except One Woman – He Proposed to Her before Our Whole Family
Do you believe in moments of pure magic, even amidst the harshest realities? Picture this: a man lost to Alzheimer’s, suddenly proposing to the love of his life, leaving everyone around in tears. This heartwarming story of my Grandpa Jim is one you won’t forget.
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Grandpa Jim has always been the sweetest man. He would tell the best stories, always had a smile on his face, and was the heart of our family. Watching him get diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and become forgetful has been incredibly hard for all of us.
It’s heartbreaking to see the man who once knew everything about us struggle to remember our names or where he is. Growing up, Grandpa Jim was my hero. He was a tall, robust man with a booming laugh that could fill a room.
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Every summer, our family would gather around the campfire in the backyard, and grandpa would spin the most enchanting tales. One night, as the fire crackled and the stars twinkled above us, he told us about his adventures traveling across the country in his youth.
“There was this one time,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “I hitchhiked all the way to California just to see the Pacific Ocean. Best decision I ever made, aside from marrying your grandma.”
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Grandpa Jim’s stories were always the highlight of our family gatherings. He had a way of bringing the past to life, making us feel like we were right there with him, experiencing every twist and turn.
But those days feel like a lifetime ago now. These days, grandpa is a shadow of his former self. The disease has taken so much from him, from all of us. One evening, I overheard my mom talking to Aunt Linda in the kitchen.
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“I just don’t know what to do anymore,” she said, her voice breaking. “Sometimes he doesn’t even recognize me. It’s like he’s slipping away, piece by piece.”
“Remember what Dr. Patel said,” Aunt Linda replied gently. “We have to cherish the good days, the moments when he’s still with us, even if they’re fleeting.”
I tried to hold on to those words, but it was hard. I missed the grandpa who would wink at me during dinner and sneak me extra dessert. Now, he often looked at me with vacant eyes, trying to place my face.
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A few weeks ago, we decided to throw a BBQ party in our backyard to celebrate grandpa’s birthday. It was a rare warm day in early spring, and we wanted to make it special. Dad fired up the grill, and the smell of burgers and hot dogs filled the air.
Mom set up a long table with grandpa’s favorite dishes, hoping the familiar flavors might spark a memory. As we gathered around, gifting him things and flowers, we all tried to keep the mood light, even though the sadness was palpable.
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My little cousin, Tommy, ran up to grandpa with a handmade card, his eyes bright with excitement. “Happy birthday, grandpa!” he shouted, holding up his masterpiece.
Grandpa Jim smiled, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “Thank you, young man,” he said, patting Tommy’s head. “And what’s your name?”
Tommy’s face fell, but he quickly recovered. “I’m Tommy, grandpa. Your grandson.”
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The air was heavy with an unspoken sadness, but we pushed on, determined to make it a day to remember. Grandma Mary, who has been tirelessly taking care of grandpa, emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of food to the backyard. As she stepped out, her eyes met grandpa’s, and for a moment, everything changed.
Grandpa suddenly went quiet. This wasn’t unusual; he often forgot her name too. But this time was different. His eyes seemed to clear, and he picked up the bouquet that he received for his birthday and walked towards grandma.
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Everyone gasped as we watched him get down on one knee. With tears in his eyes and a sincere expression, he said, “You are the most wonderful woman I have ever seen, and I would love for you to be my wife.”
I could see mom’s hands trembling as she brought them to her mouth, tears already streaming down her face. Aunt Linda clutched dad’s arm, her eyes wide in disbelief. The rest of the family fell silent, holding their breaths, watching this unexpected and heartwarming moment unfold.
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Grandma, who has been so strong and patient throughout his illness, melted in that moment. She softly replied, “Oh, Jim, we have been married for forty years. I am already your wife.”
For a brief second, there was a flicker of confusion on Grandpa Jim’s face, but it quickly passed. “Forty years?” he whispered as if trying to grasp the weight of that number. “Forty years with you, and it still feels like yesterday.”
She knelt beside him, taking his hands in hers. “Yes, my love. Forty beautiful years.”
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I could feel a lump forming in my throat. This was the grandpa I remembered, the man who adored grandma more than anything in the world. It was like watching a scene from one of his old stories, but this time it was real, and it was happening right in front of us.
Mom stepped forward, her voice shaking. “Dad, do you remember our family vacations? You and mom would always dance on the beach at sunset.”
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Grandpa’s eyes flickered with a distant memory. “Yes, the sunsets,” he murmured, his gaze still locked on grandma. “You always looked so beautiful in that light.”
I remembered those vacations too. Grandpa and grandma dancing barefoot in the sand, completely lost in each other. They seemed invincible back then like their love could withstand anything. And now, even with Alzheimer’s stealing so much from him, that love shone through.
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Tommy, ever curious and innocent, tugged at my sleeve. “Why is grandpa asking grandma to marry him again?”
I knelt at his level, trying to find the right words. “Sometimes, Tommy, love is so strong that it finds its way back, even when memories fade.”
Grandma wiped a tear from her cheek and kissed grandpa’s forehead. “You always were a charmer, Jim. You swept me off my feet then, and you still do now.”
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Dad cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “Let’s get you both up,” he said gently, helping them stand. “We have a lot of celebrating to do.”
As the family gathered around, enveloping grandpa and grandma in a tight embrace, I felt a sense of warmth and unity. Even in the face of this cruel disease, the love they shared was a beacon of hope for all of us.
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Grandpa’s grip on reality might be slipping, but at that moment, he was the man we all remembered: strong, loving, and full of life. And grandma, with her unwavering strength and patience, was the anchor that kept him grounded.
Later that evening, as the sun began to set, we all sat around the table, sharing stories and laughter. Grandpa, sitting beside grandma, seemed more present than he had in a long time. He listened intently, his hand never leaving hers.
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I watched them, feeling a mix of sadness and gratitude. Alzheimer’s might take away his memories, but it could never erase the love that had built our family. That day, we were reminded of the power of that love, and it gave us the strength to face whatever came next.
As I looked at my grandparents, their fingers intertwined, I couldn’t help but think of one of grandpa’s favorite sayings: “True love is like a lighthouse, it doesn’t move, it stands tall, guiding you through the darkest of storms.” At that moment, I understood exactly what he meant.
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