The dreams that I dream-1- Rapture (Second Coming Of Jesus)

[jeremiah7]

again i see the topic being diverted. what else has jesus taught u? diplomacy?

we are having all this argument just because i put a reply saying Krishna is the real truth for me.

you jumped back saying Krishna is just a mythological figure.

Well Dr., tell me just one thing, jesus has taught u many good things. Has he taught u this.

Respect other religions and their belief in God even though it may not be same as urs.

A yes or no will end this discussion right now. Yes or No, doctor?

Jesus has taught me to respect people of all religions. All I do is bear my witness for Him.

[Neo]

Jesus has taught me to respect people of all religions. All I do is bear my witness for Him.

not all people..i asked if he has taught u to respect all religions? did he say that all religions are equal?

[jeremiah7]

not all people..i asked if he has taught u to respect all religions? did he say that all religions are equal?

He did not speak of religions. He spoke about His love for all people, his creations. There is no mention of "religions" in the New Testament of the Bible except the Jewish religion, so how can I say something that is not there.

[Neo]

He did not speak of religions. He spoke about His love for all people, his creations. There is no mention of "religions" in the New Testament of the Bible except the Jewish religion, so how can I say something that is not there.

So let me get it straight. Jesus din't think that its necessary for someone to convert to christianity to be loved by him?

[jeremiah7]

So let me get it straight. Jesus din't think that its necessary for someone to convert to christianity to be loved by him?

The word "Christian" was coined long after Jesus had died and was ressurected. He did not ask anyone to convert to Christianity. Now come on Neo, you are so learned. You should know the basics atleast. Or are you just chiding me?

Jesus loves everyone, you too, because the Bible says "we are his creation."

I thought I read earlier that you were a christian, or am I wrong? Sorry, if that's not right. I thought I read it in one of your posts.

[jeremiah7]

What made you turn away from Christianity, Neo?

[Neo]

The word "Christian" was coined long after Jesus had died and was ressurected. He did not ask anyone to convert to Christianity. Now come on Neo, you are so learned. You should know the basics atleast. Or are you just chiding me?

Jesus loves everyone, you too, because the Bible says "we are his creation."

I thought I read earlier that you were a christian, or am I wrong? Sorry, if that's not right. I thought I read it in one of your posts.

exactly thats the point i wanted to make. now if jesus din't say that being a christian was important, how come the story of sardar sandhu singh says that he was not able to find the peace till he converted? what is the purpose of u putting that story here? what is the point u prove. now if jesus loved sardar sandhu singh even when we was a hindu how come he din't have peace till he was baptised?

i don't know what jesus loves and what not but i know for sure that u conflict urself again and again.

I know somethngs about jesus and christianity. is it important if i am christian or not? haha

if jesus loves all, then missionaries and people like u should give up the quest of converting people and spreading stories like of sardar sandhu singh - one idiot born more than 100 years who couldn't be faithful to his own faith, what will he be to his adopted one.

As for me, as i said, i don't know what jesus was, what he really said simply coz he is dead for 2000 years.
what i hear is what the church told people, and what people like u say jesus said and what i see is the acts committed by church and people like you.
If thats what jesus was, sorry to say, he was not a messenger, just another jew who wanted to have a following.
he succeeded like alexandar but not completely coz his message is not right. no one who says only i am right is right. not jesus, not church, not you.

unfortunately, it can't be proved by arguments. you will live believing what u do and die with it. i will live believing what i believe and die with it.

i believe that Krishna sees you and smiles. he thinks here is a wayward child. when u die you will be assimilated in krishna. thats what i believe. Krishna loves u too, he is just letting a naughty kid have some fun with his wrong notions

[Neo]

What made you turn away from Christianity, Neo?

I am a hindu , nothing made me turn away from christianity. I watched the ten commandments, I watched the bible, i read some portions of it.

I read the life of jesus, i read da vinci code.

I have nothing against christianity. I believe its just another religion. People have a right to follow it.

I do not believe that its the only path to salvation. its just another path. a recent one. thats it.

[jeremiah7]

Forty-Eight Hours In Hell Part-1

by John W. Reynolds

One of the most interesting cases of resuscitation that ever came to my knowledge was that of George Lennox, a notorious horse thief of Jefferson County. He was serving his second term. Sedgwick County sent him to the prison the first time for a similar offense - stealing horses.

During the winter of 1887 and 1888 he worked in the coal mines. The place where he was laboring seemed dangerous to him. He reported the fact to the officer in charge, who made an examination, and deciding that the room was safe, ordered Lennox back to his work. The convict, obeying, had not continued his work more than an hour, when the roof fell in and completely buried him. He remained in this condition fully two hours.

Missed at dinnertime, a search was instituted for the missing convict, and he was found under this heap of rubbish. Life seemed extinct. He was taken to the top, and on examination by the prison physician, was pronounced dead. His remains were carried to the hospital where he was washed and dressed, preparatory for interment. His coffin was made and brought to the hospital. The chaplain had arrived to perform the last sad rites preparatory to burial. A couple of prisoners were ordered by the hospital steward to lift the corpse from the boards and carry it across the room and place it in the coffin. They obeyed, one at the head, and other at the feet and were about half way across the room when the one who was at the head accidentally stumbled over a cuspidor, lost his balance, and dropped the corpse. The head of the dead man struck the floor, and to the utter surprise and astonishment of all present, a deep groan was heard. Soon the eyes opened, and other appearances of life were manifested. The physician was immediately sent for, and by the time he arrived, some thirty minutes, the dead man had called for a cup of water, and was in the act of drinking when the physician arrived.

The coffin was at once removed and later on was used to bury another convict. His burial robes were also taken from him, and the prison garb substituted. On an examination he was found to have one of his legs broken in two places, and was otherwise bruised. He remained in the hospital some six months, and again went to work.

I learned of his peculiar experience while apparently dead soon after, from a fellow miner. Prompted by curiosity, I longed for an acquaintance with Lennox to get his experience from his own lips. This opportunity was not offered for several months. At last it came. After being removed from the mines I was detailed to one of the prison offices to make out some annual reports. The subject of this man's return to life was being discussed on e day, when he happened to pass by the office door and was pointed out to me. It was not long until I had a note in his hand, and asked him to come where I was at work. He did so, and here I got well acquainted with him, and from his own lips received his wonderful story. He is a young man, probably not over thirty years of age. He had been a hardened criminal; is possessed of a very good education, and naturally very bright.

The most wonderful part of his story was that during the time he was dead. Being a shorthand reporter, I took his story from dictation.

Said he, " I had a presentiment all the morning that something terrible was going to happen. I was so uneasy on account of my feelings that I went to my mining boss Mr. Grason, and told him how I felt, and asked him if he would not come and examine my coal room, the place where I was digging coal. He came and seemed to make a thorough examination, and ordered me back to work, saying there was no danger, and that he thought I was going, 'cranky'. I returned to my work, and had been digging away for something like an hour, when all of a sudden, it grew very dark. Then it seemed as if a great iron door swung open and I passed through it. The thought then came to my mind that I was dead and in another world. I could see no one, nor hear sound of any kind. From some cause unknown to myself, I started to move away from the doorway, and had traveled some distance when I came to the banks of a broad river. It was not dark, neither was it light. There was about as much light as on a bright, starlit night. I had not remained on the banks of this river very long until I could hear the sound of oars in the water, and soon a person in a boat rowed up to where I was standing.

"I was speechless. He looked at me for a moment, and then said that he had come for me, and told me to get into the boat and row across to the other side. I obeyed. Not a word was spoken. I longed to ask him who he was, and where I was. My tongue seemed to cling to the roof of my mouth. I could not say a word. Finally, we reached the opposite shore. I got out of the boat, and the boatman vanished out of sight.

"Thus left alone, I knew not what to do. Looking out before me, I saw two roads which led through a dark valley. One of these was a broad road and seemed to be well traveled. The other was a narrow path and led off in another direction. I instinctively followed the well-beaten road. I had not gone far when it seemed to grow darker. Ever and anon, however a light would flash up from the distance, and in this manner I was lighted on my journey.

"Presently I was met by a being that is utterly impossible for me to describe. I can only give you a faint idea of his dreadful appearance. He resembled a man somewhat, but was much larger than any human being I ever saw. He must have been at least ten feet high. He had great wings on his back. He was black as the coal I had been digging, and in a perfectly nude condition. He had a spear in his hand, the handle of which must have been fully fifteen feet in length. His eyes shone like balls of fire. His teeth, white as pearl, seemed fully an inch long. His nose, if you could call it a nose, was very large, broad and flat. His hair was very coarse, heavy and long. It hung down upon his massive shoulders. His voice sounded more like the growls of a lion in a menagerie than anything I can recall.

"It was during one of the flashes of light that I first saw him. I trembled like an aspen leaf at the sight. He had his spear raised as if to send it flying through me. I suddenly stopped. With that terrible voice I seem to hear yet, he bade me follow him; that he had been sent to guide me on my journey. I followed. What else could I do? After he had gone some distance a large mountain appeared to rise up before us. The part facing us seemed perpendicular, just as if a mountain had been cut in two and one part had been taken away. On this perpendicular wall, I could distinctly see these words, 'This is Hell.' My guide approached this perpendicular wall, and with his spear handle gave three loud rasps. A large massive door swung back and we passed in. I was then conducted on through what appeared to be a passage through this mountain.

"For some time we traveled in Egyptian darkness. I could hear the heavy footfalls of my guide and thus could follow him. All the way along I could hear deep groans as of some one dying. Further on, these groans increased, and I could distinctly hear the cry water, water, water. Coming now to another gateway, and, passing through, I could hear, it seemed, a million voices in the distance, and the cry was for water, water. Presently another large door opened at the knock of my guide, and I found that we had passed through the mountain, and now a broad plain lay before me.

"At this place my guide left me to direct other lost spirits to the same destination. I remained in this open plain for a time, when a being somewhat similar to the first one came to me; but instead of a spear he had a huge sword. He came to tell me of my future doom. He spoke with a voice that struck horror to my soul. 'Thou art in hell,' he said; 'for thee all hope is fled. As thou passed through the mountain on thy way hither, thou didst hear the groans and shrieks of the lost as they called for water to cool their parched tongues. Along that passage there is a door that opens into the lake of fire. This is soon to be thy doom. Before thou art conducted to this place of torment never more to emerge - for there is no hope for those who enter there - thou shalt be permitted to remain in this open plain, where it is granted to all the lost to behold what they might have enjoyed instead of what they must suffer.'

[jeremiah7]

Fortyeight hours in hell-Part 2

"With this I was left alone. Whether the result of the terrible fright through which I had passed I know not, but now I became stupified. A dull langour took full possession of my frame. My strength departed from me. My limbs refused to support my body longer. Overcome, I now sank down a helpless mess. Drowsiness now took control of me. Half awake, half asleep, I seemed to dream. Far above me, and in the distance, I saw the Beautiful City of which we read in the Bible. How wonderfully beautiful were its walls of jasper. Stretching out and away in the distance, I saw vast plains covered with beautiful flowers. I, too, beheld the river of life and the sea of glass. Vast multitudes of angels would pass in and out through the gates of the city, singing, oh, such beautiful songs. Among the number I saw my dear old mother, who died a few years ago of a broken heart because of my wickedness. She looked toward me and seemed to beckon me to her, but I could not move. There appeared to be a great weight upon me that held me down. Now a gentle breeze wafted the fragrance of those lovely flowers toward me, and I could now more plainly than ever, hear the sweet melody of angel voices, and I said, 'Oh, that I could be one of them.'

"As I was drinking from this cup of bliss it was suddenly dashed from my lips. I was aroused from my slumbers. I was brought back from happy dreamland by an inmate of my dark abode, who said that it was now time to enter upon my future career. He bade me follow him. Retracing my steps I again entered the dark passageway, and followed my guide for a time, when we came to a door that opened in the side of the passage, and going along this, we finally found ourselves passing through another door, and lo! I beheld the lake of fire.

"Just before me I could see, as far as the eye could reach, that literal lake of fire and brimstone. Huge billows of fire would roll over each other, and great waves of fiery flame would dash against each other and leap high in the air like the waves of the sea during a violent storm. On the crest of the waves I could see human beings rise, but soon to be carried down again to the lowest depths of this awful lake of fire. When borne on the crest of these awful billows for a time their curses against a just God would be appalling, and their pitiful cries for water would be heart-rending. This vast region of fire echoed and re-echoed with the wails of these lost spirits.

"Presently I turned my eyes to the door through which I had a few moments before entered, and I read these awful words, 'This is thy doom; Eternity never ends.' Shortly I began to feel the earth give way under my feet, and I soon found myself sinking down into the lake of fire. An indescribable thirst for water now seized upon me. And calling for water my eyes opened in the hospital prison.

"I have never told this experience of mine before for fear the prison officials would get hold of it, think me insane and lock me in the crankhouse. I passed through all of this, and I am as well satisfied as I am that I live, that there is a Heaven and there is a Hell, and a regular old-fashioned Hell, the kind the Bible tells about. But there is one thing certain, I am never going to that place any more.

"As soon as I opened my eyes in the hospital and found that I was alive and on earth once more, I immediately gave my heart to God and I am going to live and die a Christian. While the terrible sights of Hell can never be banished from my memory, neither can the beautiful things of Heaven I saw, I am going to meet my dear old mother after awhile. To be permitted to sit down on the banks of that beautiful river, to wander with those angels across the plains, through the vales and over the hills carpeted with fragrant flowers, the beauty of which far surpasses anything that mortal can imagine; to listen to the songs of the saved - all this will more than compensate me for living the life of a Christian here on earth, even if I have to forego many sensual pleasures in which I indulged before coming to the prison. I have abandoned my companions in crime, and am going to associate with good people when I am once more a free man."

[Neo]

I was brought up in the faith, so to speak. One of my earliest memories is of my grandmother helping me to accept Christ as my personal savior at age 6 or 7. She and I prayed the "sinner's prayer" in my bedroom. From that point on, I was as committed to Christ as any person I've ever met in church. I was in church every Sunday (twice) and Wednesday, was involved in Youth For Christ during junior high and high school, sang many, many solos at church and at YFC. I read through the Bible several times.

Then I went off to college. I even chose a Southern Baptist college to attend, wanting to stay close to my faith. In college, I fell away somewhat from God, but always kept coming back. I was pretty wild, into partying, sorority life, etc. However, at times, I continued to read the word, to attend church, and to pray.

During my college years, I began to have more and more questions about the validity of the Bible. I suppose I've always been a feminist, was raised that way to a certain extent (though I am not hardcore). My feminism started to increase as I got older. I found myself fighting passages in the Bible about women over and over in my head. My parents always taught me I could do or be anything I wanted, though I am a woman (I guess in Christianity, that is feminism).

But though I had doubts, after graduation from college, I got right back to following God, and was in church every Sunday, again. I even taught junior high Sunday School for a year. Again, I was very active and very committed to god. I read the bible daily and prayed.

A little more than a year after graduation from college, I met a young man who was a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He was so handsome, and so committed to his beliefs. I didn't think they were that different from Christians, though my family and especially my pastor and grandma were quite upset about my conversion to Mormonism, particularly when he baptized me into the LDS Church. I left the baptist church and started attending the Mormon church. After a few months, when he returned home, I moved to Utah to be close to him, and we planned to get married.

A year after I moved, we did marry, in the LDS Temple in Salt Lake City. What an eye opener!! My experience receiving my endowments in the temple was so disappointing and frightening. I left the temple, weeping, because it was so unlike the high spiritual experience I had expected. Instead, we wore strange clothing, made silly handsigns at one another, and they demeaned the clergy of other religions. I had to take off my clothes and wearing nothing but a sheet, be blessed by an older woman I didn't know. They gave me my garments, which I was to wear always, next to my skin. I was given a spiritual name, "Priscilla," and told that if he chose, and I was faithful, my husband would use that name to call me into the Celestial Kingdom. Also, I was told that if I broke the oaths I made there, ever, I would be handed over to Satan for all eternity. I could not get over my feelings of disappointment & the feeling that I was being trapped in something which would never fit me.

In spite of my bad experience there, I tried to settle down and be faithful. I married my husband there two days after my endowments. My own parents/relatives were not able to see my marriage vows, but had to wait in a waiting room while my husband and I pledged ourselves to one another for time and all eternity. My husband and I were married for one year. For the first nine months, I continued to be faithful, reading the Book of Mormon and other "inspired" works of the LDS Church. However, over time, I gradually lost faith in the entire business. It began to seem more and more far-fetched to me as time went by. I could not believe that Joseph Smith, Jr. really was a prophet, though I could believe he was a philanderer and drunk, who probably did see visions, or at least made them up. Perhaps he was mentally ill ... or it was a scam to make money. Any of these are likely possibilities in my opinion, though I guess we'll never know.

Finally, I lost all faith in the LDS Church. As my faith disintegrated, so did my marriage. I worked hard, selling advertising, but my husband was never pleased with me. I cooked, I cleaned, I groveled, I even brought home a paycheck, but nothing was good enough. He constantly demeaned me, and considered me "fortunate" to have him, given my "fallen state" prior to meeting him. Finally, when I decided that I could no longer, in good conscience, attend the LDS Church, this sparked a fight in which he knocked me down and punched me in the face. That was it!!! I left him and the church, though out of my weakness, we did attend a final counseling session with a Bishop, in which I was told that if I had "fulfilled my role" of bearing children for him, rather than working outside the home, he would not have felt he had to beat me. That was pretty much the end, and it was easy for me to walk away from both the Church and him after that.

I moved away, about 50 miles north, and went back to the Southern Baptist Church, attending a church near where I lived. There, I met my present husband in the "singles" class. We were married a few months after we met. We were very active in church. He sang solos and in the choir, we taught Sunday school together (adults & children). Our church split over the issue of the role women would be allowed to play. The extreme fundies won, women were stripped of all leadership roles in the church, and men were put into the roles they had held. Women were allowed only to teach children, that was the only place they were allowed to serve, aside from cooking for activities and cleaning the church building. I could not believe that was the role women were supposed to play, after all, I remember thinking, "Why did God give me a brain or a voice if I'm never supposed to use them?"

If I were to trace my loss of faith back, that was the beginning of the end for me, though it has taken years for me to honestly admit to myself or anyone else that I no longer believe in the Bible or in the god of the Bible. However, though I started to have doubts and questions, we continued on, and I kept trying to have a relationship with God, in spite of my hurt, disappointment and grief.

After that church split, we left to get out of the hatred and dissension, and joined another church, where we also taught Sunday School again, and my hubby sang in the choir.

Two years ago, I was given a project at work to research paganism and write an article on it. In my world view, there was only one "God," the rest were myths and fairytales. I started studying Wicca, Asatru, Druidism, and other neo-pagan paths. Suddenly, I came to the realization that there were more paths that I was aware of. I could not believe that people who didn't pray the "sinners prayer" were doomed to be burned in hell for all eternity. There were too many people on the face of the earth who had never heard of God. And, there were many gods and goddesses that people had worshipped for thousands of years. MOst were not nearly as bloodthirsty or ruthless as the one I had been worshipping all my life and calling "good."

I studied and read, and began by looking at biblical errancies, then moved onto other historical issues. Finally, I could no longer believe in the story of the Bible, or in the story that Jesus Christ had died for my sins.

Was there a Jesus? I don't know. Perhaps there was a man who wished to reform Judaism, who lived 2000 years ago, and was put to death. I don't find that at all farfetched. Would he wish to be worshipped today? I don't think so. I suspect he was trying to point his disciples to a clearer way of worshipping their god, Yahweh.

Just like the LDS Church has built up their own dogma and "canonization" process with Joseph Smith, so I believe it must have happened 2,000 years ago with Christ. After all, most of what Christians consider scripture was not written within the lifetimes of people who actually knew Jesus. Additionally, there is only one historical reference to this man who was "more influential than any other" in Josephus, and most reputable scholars consider it forged--as the LDS Church has revised and changed the Story of Joseph Smith time and time again.

Just as the Mormon Church has grown to over 10 million members in 150 years, so the "Christian" church grew quickly and picked up followers. Why were his (Jesus's) disciples willing to die for him? I don't know, but perhaps David Koresh's disciples, or the followers of Heaven's Gate or Jim Jones could tell us about that type of sacrificial fanaticism. Do the deaths of Joseph and Hyrum Smith make Mormonism true? Hardly. Do the deaths of the followers of Christ make Christianity true? Far from it.

It may sound as if I'm angry or bitter toward Christianity or Mormonism. I am not. I just do not want to throw my life after a lie anymore. Is there a God? I do not know. Is there a higher power which shapes our days? I hope so, but it is not the god of the Bible. That is why I say I am both pantheist/agnostic. I am a hopeful agnostic, at best, but I believe that there is no all-powerful god watching over our days. As to the rest, I simply don't know. What I do know, however, is that I am no longer a Christian. I didn't leave because of sin, or pride, or any of the reasons people who read this will choose to think (I know, I thought this way for years). I left because it was no longer reasonable or logical to remain. And, if my brain is not sufficient to grasp the concept of God and understand it, then that further argues that there is no God.

Do you know me? I've learned, since I lost faith, that there are many like me. Am I in your church? I'd say it's likely.

[jeremiah7]

I was brought up in the faith, so to speak. One of my earliest memories is of my grandmother helping me to accept Christ as my personal savior at age 6 or 7. She and I prayed the "sinner's prayer" in my bedroom. From that point on, I was as committed to Christ as any person I've ever met in church. I was in church every Sunday (twice) and Wednesday, was involved in Youth For Christ during junior high and high school, sang many, many solos at church and at YFC. I read through the Bible several times.

It may sound as if I'm angry or bitter toward Christianity or Mormonism. I am not. I just do not want to throw my life after a lie anymore. Is there a God? I do not know. Is there a higher power which shapes our days? I hope so, but it is not the god of the Bible. That is why I say I am both pantheist/agnostic. I am a hopeful agnostic, at best, but I believe that there is no all-powerful god watching over our days. As to the rest, I simply don't know. What I do know, however, is that I am no longer a Christian. I didn't leave because of sin, or pride, or any of the reasons people who read this will choose to think (I know, I thought this way for years). I left because it was no longer reasonable or logical to remain. And, if my brain is not sufficient to grasp the concept of God and understand it, then that further argues that there is no God.

Do you know me? I've learned, since I lost faith, that there are many like me. Am I in your church? I'd say it's likely.

So have you become a hindu now? That's what you posted in the post before this one isn't it? But you also say you are an agnostic! I can't understand that.

I really felt sad reading your story, but I know that Jesus has a plan for your life. I'll be praying for you. Leaving my dreams aside, what do you think about the after life experiences that I have quoted. Can they be true?

[Neo]

So have you become a hindu now? That's what you posted in the post before this one isn't it? But you also say you are an agnostic! I can't understand that.

I really felt sad reading your story, but I know that Jesus has a plan for your life. I'll be praying for you. Leaving my dreams aside, what do you think about the after life experiences that I have quoted. Can they be true?

hell no Dr. what do u think i have time to write such elaborate crap stories as you...haha....and what kind of reading do you do...the story is about a woman....nyways....the story was meant to touch the hearts of people...

to tell them how christians feel cheated by the church and how the path to God as told by the chruch sucks...

i m sorry but probably u need to improve ur comprehension skills...

Jesus has no plans for anybody dear...but yes Lord Krishna has plans for everyone...including run away from faiths like you....

tell me Dr. Why did your forefathers run away from hinduism?
Do you know or its too many centuries since that happened..was that when the british came to India? Were they under pressure? Did they get some jobs at a british missionary or a clerk's position after taking the faith?
You won't know would you?

Or will it be another lecture on the light "jesus" showed you in your dreams..

Anyways, you asked my opinion on life after death so I will give you that too.
I believe every human has a soul and after that the soul is released. Depending on his karma on earth, the soul wanders or finds peace in its final resting place which is Krishna.

Even jesus when he died, went straight to Krishna...and he is close to him, because he was a good man. It is upto Krishna to decide what happens of Jesus. May be he will be given a second life on earth. This time when he comes back he will talk about his experiences after death and the supreme truth Krishna. and then you will have to again convert...hahaha

i pity u dr.

[jeremiah7]

hell no Dr. what do u think i have time to write such elaborate crap stories as you...haha....and what kind of reading do you do...the story is about a woman....nyways....the story was meant to touch the hearts of people...

to tell them how christians feel cheated by the church and how the path to God as told by the chruch sucks...

i m sorry but probably u need to improve ur comprehension skills...

Jesus has no plans for anybody dear...but yes Lord Krishna has plans for everyone...including run away from faiths like you....

tell me Dr. Why did your forefathers run away from hinduism?
Do you know or its too many centuries since that happened..was that when the british came to India? Were they under pressure? Did they get some jobs at a british missionary or a clerk's position after taking the faith?
You won't know would you?

Or will it be another lecture on the light "jesus" showed you in your dreams..

Anyways, you asked my opinion on life after death so I will give you that too.
I believe every human has a soul and after that the soul is released. Depending on his karma on earth, the soul wanders or finds peace in its final resting place which is Krishna.

Even jesus when he died, went straight to Krishna...and he is close to him, because he was a good man. It is upto Krishna to decide what happens of Jesus. May be he will be given a second life on earth. This time when he comes back he will talk about his experiences after death and the supreme truth Krishna. and then you will have to again convert...hahaha

i pity u dr.

Don't pity me Mrs/Mr Neo! pity yourself.
When Jesus died, he went straight to Krishna. What a joke. Don't fool yourself.
Second life. You are cracking many jokes and laughing at yourself, not me.

[Neo]

Don't pity me Mrs/Mr Neo! pity yourself.
When Jesus died, he went straight to Krishna. What a joke. Don't fool yourself.
Second life. You are cracking many jokes and laughing at yourself, not me.

Oh no not at all a joke. This is what the Geeta says

18. "All manifest beings are born from the subtle body of Brahma at the outset of his day and are also dissolved in the same unmanifest body at the fall of his night.’’

So yes, Jesus christ went straight to where he came from Its not me who is saying this. Its the Bhagwad Geeta.

I am not asking you to believe this Mr. I am stating what i believe. Just as you believe Jesus loves me, I believe Krishna loves Jesus. For Krishna, he was another of his sheep. When the time comes all of us have to return to his herd

bhaj Govindam, bhaj Gopalam....