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illicit:
My first time and still only time at/in a morgue...
I was out of state. My mum passed away. This was during covid 19. But she succumbed to diabetes. At 66. In a federal medical hospital. They also have a morgue. So she was transferred there.

I have heard a lot about morgue visits. When I lost a brother. My sister told me that the morgue at UCH Ibadan was a very scary place to be. She was maybe 15 and I was maybe 12 then and she was at the morgue with the wife to identify his corpse. She described a morgue in really incredible strange terms. I knew that people exaggerate.

They often want to make you think that a morgue is a spiritual or gothic place, that the dead people are still somehow alive but naked and cold.

Some will even tell you that they go out and come back. Se will even say they sneeze, they eat, they copulate. They hold meetings...

Why are they dead if they can still do things that a living person does?

So I was mentally prepared when it was my turn to see a morgue in and out.

My uncle was there, my brother was there, 2 of my sister's were there except a 6 months pregnant one ( they believe that a spirit can enter her in the morgue) so we left her behind.

At the morgue, inside. I have decided not to let my gaze wonder too far.

When they entered the room or I don't know what it's called. I decided to stay at the entrance because they had to wheel her out for proper identification. I was the only one yet to see her corpse. She died the previous day.

She looked like she was sleeping. I don't know if any man can see their parent in such state and not cry. The tears came without my permission or awareness, I was crying before I realized that I was crying then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was just my uncle. I had never cried so hard since I was an adult that someone had to console me. When I lost my very handsome dad as a child, he was just 50 but I have always thought that he was the oldest man, I didn't know if I was to cry or try to be a young man.

Now I know better. I didn't remember anything about spirits I just kept remembering that till I matured. There's no time my mum slept outside unless she travelled. Here she was in this cold place since yesterday among strangers...

There was once corpse behind the entrance, the only one the corner of my eye caught.

I didn't want to stare at it because I won't forget about it. I don't know how to describe this corpse, obviously it didn't die of natural causes. It was bloated and greenish...

There was one worker at morgue. A middle aged man. He also knew my mum at the ward when she was alive. So I learnt or made to believe.
He followed us to the burial. But this man was an extremely quiet person...

He sat away from the crowd. Won't drink alcohol. Ate enough.
I don't know if it was customary for morticians to attend the funeral.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't a ghost. But I don't believe in ghosts.

I won’t go and look for anybody der and when I die nobody should go and look for me.hopefully,I’ll instruct my kids to bury me immediately and privately.before ppl hear I don enter ground.

Yeah I've been to the morgue before, when I lost my dad and also when I lost my mum.

I cried inside me seeing them, but it's the World we live in.

We shall all go this way someday, but my prayer to God Almighty is to go at a very old age.




OP, welcome to the Orphans club. I will suggest an orphanage home soonest.,

illicit:
When my dad died

His body was returned to his hometown. Because he was believed to be attacked spiritually by unknown enemies. Yoruba call them Aye (world) and their potent tool is Ofa (invisible Arrow)

So he wasn't taken to the morgue. His brothers, nephews and male cousins laid him on a bed in his old room. Cleaned and dressed him up in his favorite dress. Then I was summoned as one of his two boys and his last child.

I witnessed them putting a matchet that was wrapped with red linen in his hand and chanting incantations that he shouldnt slumber, he must find his killers and cut them down.

I was maybe 9 but I know that they were just being poetic and dramatic, that is personification of a corpse. A dead man can not use a matchet. Only a living person would.
If a spiritual world exists I doubt if he would need a matchete to bring anybody down. I believed that they were confused but they were very serious.

When he was being buried. These same relatives were there and a reverend was officiating and they were reciting the bible passages and singing hymns that he should rest and praying and saying Amen.

The reverend probably didn't know that there was a matchete in the coffin.

I shouldn’t be laughing to this but I laughed out so loud, especially with the way you put it.

Acidosis:
On the day my late wife was to be buried, just about a week after she passed, I went to the morgue with siblings, friends, and relatives. The mortician asked for someone to come and identify her body, which was already dressed for the lying-in-state, before she would be handed over to us. I jumped forward to do it without thinking because I had missed her. Everyone tried to stop me, but I insisted. When I went in, I saw her lying there as if asleep, dressed in a gown I had brought the day before. But she didn't fully look like the same woman I used to know. Reason is because she never slept on her back in that 'position.' The woman I knew would never sleep like because she loved "gum body" so much.

I can’t fully explain how I felt seeing her like that tbh. I didn’t feel the need to cry, crying was the least thing in my mind, maybe because I had already cried my heart out especially on the night she passed or because I had concluded in my heart that “nothing dey this life.” I went numb and maybe d u m b. No tears, no thoughts, nothing. I was just looking at her, but I was too shocked to fully process her condition.

Days, weeks, and even months have passed. There are still moments when I feel deeply sad and withdrawn, only to come out acting like I’m fine, but one thing that has remained consistent is how I feel about life now. I also have a deep sense of respect for people who take their relationship with God very seriously. It may be the only thing worth living for (by relationship with God, I do not mean idolising pastors or jumping from one prayer programme to another). I may have to write about this some other time.

I wish we had five of your kind on Nairaland.

By the way I'm sorry to learn of the passing away of your wife. Life becomes meaningless for a while when we lose a love one. Some people never fully recover from the shock. I lost a brother several years back to brain problems. Before him I lost a sister to diabetes. She was only 20 years old when she died. Three years ago my mother passed on and four years ago my father.

I don't know which pained most. My sister's demise was the first I lost someone that close to the cold strands of death. I did cry my lungs when the corpse finally arrived home. I never made it to the mortuary cos was in charge of the funeral preparations at home. It's been 20 years since she passed on. I could go for months without missing or thinking about her despite having named my 18 years old daughter after her.

The experience is different with my brother. With Just a year apart we grew up like twins. He was at the hospital with my sister during her last days. When she fell into a diabetic coma, he fell into unconsciousness cos of the shock and only recovered to a depressed mood of psychological breakdown. (Madness)

After four years of psychiatric problems he too succumbed. It's been 16 years since he passed on but a day has never gone by without thinking about him. I did name my thirteen years old son after him. If I had to chose two persons from the world beyond to bring back to life, it would be him and him.

I don't miss my parents that much. My mum was just 59 years old when she passed on. Our relationship had become rocky over the years due to Pentecostal radicalism. I do blame her sometimes for my brother's demise, having refused us from seeking medical help for him on the hypothesis of God having revealed to her that, it was a spiritual issue that needed only prayers.

However it's hard to forget her. She was still a very caring mother and the good days are hard to forget. My father was 72 when he passed on. I don't particularly miss him that much but pity his last days made difficult by my mum who had become radicalized in a strange Pentecostal world of her own.

Daily when I pray I say "God whatever harm would befall my children let it befall me. I don't think I could stand the pain of losing one of them despite my inner strengths. Every iron ore has its melting point though. They are my melting point

Once and you can't help but reflect on what life is really all about.
May you continue to rest in peace Joseph.

I have not been to the morgue . I have avoided looking into open coffins . My grandma and my cousin of late . However I had a deep sense of grief to these deaths and often reflect on them . I remember vividly after lowering the coffin of my Granma with the last rites, everyone walked away . I was the last to leave and the men that fill up the grave started work immediately . I felt a strong finality to death. Everyone left and I noticed no one looked back. This was a woman loved by many . With loads of great grand children . In fact she had given my son a name less then two months before she passed .

As I slowly walked away, I understood that statement better. Alone you came into this world, alone you will leave it . Her body was alone.

Acidosis:
On the day my late wife was to be buried, just about a week after she passed, I went to the morgue with siblings, friends, and relatives. The mortician asked for someone to come and identify her body, which was already dressed for the lying-in-state, before she would be handed over to us. I jumped forward to do it without thinking because I had missed her. Everyone tried to stop me, but I insisted. When I went in, I saw her lying there as if asleep, dressed in a gown I had brought the day before. But she didn't fully look like the same woman I used to know. Reason is because she never slept on her back in that 'position.' The woman I knew would never sleep like because she loved "gum body" so much.

I can’t fully explain how I felt seeing her like that tbh. I didn’t feel the need to cry, crying was the least thing in my mind, maybe because I had already cried my heart out especially on the night she passed or because I had concluded in my heart that “nothing dey this life.” I went numb and maybe d u m b. No tears, no thoughts, nothing. I was just looking at her, but I was too shocked to fully process her condition.

Days, weeks, and even months have passed. There are still moments when I feel deeply sad and withdrawn, only to come out acting like I’m fine, but one thing that has remained consistent is how I feel about life now. I also have a deep sense of respect for people who take their relationship with God very seriously. It may be the only thing worth living for (by relationship with God, I do not mean idolising pastors or jumping from one prayer programme to another). I may have to write about this some other time.

You didn't say anything scary here.

I think everyone needs to visit emergency ward at National hospital or a general hospital also a morgue and work in in an Old's people home those 3 should humble anyone

Acidosis:
On the day my late wife was to be buried, just about a week after she passed, I went to the morgue with siblings, friends, and relatives. The mortician asked for someone to come and identify her body, which was already dressed for the lying-in-state, before she would be handed over to us. I jumped forward to do it without thinking because I had missed her. Everyone tried to stop me, but I insisted. When I went in, I saw her lying there as if asleep, dressed in a gown I had brought the day before. But she didn't fully look like the same woman I used to know. Reason is because she never slept on her back in that 'position.' The woman I knew would never sleep like because she loved "gum body" so much.

I can’t fully explain how I felt seeing her like that tbh. I didn’t feel the need to cry, crying was the least thing in my mind, maybe because I had already cried my heart out especially on the night she passed or because I had concluded in my heart that “nothing dey this life.” I went numb and maybe d u m b. No tears, no thoughts, nothing. I was just looking at her, but I was too shocked to fully process her condition.

Days, weeks, and even months have passed. There are still moments when I feel deeply sad and withdrawn, only to come out acting like I’m fine, but one thing that has remained consistent is how I feel about life now. I also have a deep sense of respect for people who take their relationship with God very seriously. It may be the only thing worth living for (by relationship with God, I do not mean idolising pastors or jumping from one prayer programme to another). I may have to write about this some other time.

Sorry for your loss, your story hit me to the bone.

SKhanmi:
Most young/over civilized/religion brainwashed folks nowadays just dismiss things they see as ceremonial without truly trying to find out the real concept behind it.

Burying a person with a machete is ceremonial but the old ones understand, didn’t the egyptians bury their pharaohs with stuff? They were stupid huh? I hope you know a human being can go to; be attacked and killed on the astral plane. And his body would die here in real life later.

I also hope you know that some people killed in mysterious circumstances do not move along to the next required plane, they stay around the earths plane, get possessed by stronger evil spirits, roaming/haunting known places sometimes for years until forced by higher powers. A spirit like that could wait for whoever killed him/her to die and deal with the person on the same plane because truly, Nothing concerns the dead with the living. There are ways but the consequences are dire.

Widen your knowledge horizons, delve beyond your local knowledge, the indians and whites have a lot of documented info on the spiritual plane if you can’t deign to dig into your own traditional history.

And I mentioned here on this forum years back. Freezing corpses, burying bodies in the ground are all foreign concepts introduced by mostly Christianity and are unnatural. If it must be done, there are some things to be performed first to prevent the spirit from being hijacked by forces and used to enter this realm ( those that die and are seen living in other places again), The best way is cremation(modern or old). This is a rabbit hole and the smart ones would dig into it to know why.

Maybe it would liberate some of you from the abrahamic religions that have not only stolen your very essence but also chained your souls in this life and even the next.

Did you notice that technology imitates either the astral plain or human anatomy

SKhanmi:
As for mortuary/morgue experiences. I had to supervise the burial of an aged relative and several things stood out.

- Please pray to die in a peaceful way. The corpse of most of those that didn’t weren’t good to look at.
-It’s amazing how the body shriveled up quickly especially the old ones, and humbling when you think that this hunk of meat was formerly filled with life
- Many Mortuary owners, supervisors & attendants are odd. I don’t blame them, you would also become jaded after a while. The ones I pitied were those who were in it for money. The supervisor looked like he was seeing ghosts on a daily basis and was always red eyed and drunk or trying to. The attendants were still strong minded but looked like the type who would cut out and sell off organs if not supervised. The owner was a woman, rich, unfazed and definitely with some kind of strong spiritual backup.
-Some mortuaries don’t care, corpses littered up and down, the building looking unkempt. If you no get strong mind, don’t enter. The smell is something else entirely.
- Be nice to the attendants, it would go a long way if any issues come up. Make dem no exchange una corpse for another.

To me, it’s just a building with dead bodies. It was funny looking at those who came to drop bodies though. People must learn to conquer fear if they really want to live fully in this world.

How would you drive in a dead body in a body bag, run out of the car to a distance and refuse to come near until they took it in and brushed up the boot a bit all while your eyes are popping out and you’re trembling? Na you kill am? And that’s somebody’s husband/Dad.

See something must kill a man, we would also all become corpses. Marinate in that until you don’t fear it again.

The bolded is the crux of the matter; and the major reason why it's unethical for surgeon to operate on their loved ones!
It get to some stage that Health workers, Security personnel, Morticians etc start seeing fellow humans as mere meat! At this stage, the affection of their loved ones is the only restraining factor that prevent this descent into emotional vacuum.
The less love one received; the more stone-hearted one becomes.

Iamblessed85:
■ Did you notice that technology imitates either the astral plan or human anatomy

Technology imitates the Astral Plain? Doesn't that then mean your astral plain is instead a TANGIBLE plain?

Kobojunkie:
I have been to what you would consider a morgue. I used to be a medical student back in Nigeria and we were required to cut up cadavers that were left on cold slabs all day and night. So, yeah, experience for you. While the cadavers in the medical school looked dried up since they were not properly stored after each use, those recently dead, particularly those who either died in their sleep or under the influence usually look like they were sleeping and that is to be expected since death is sort of an eternal sleep of sorts.

2. If the man from the morgue ate food and the food went down into his stomach and not the floor from his mouth, doesn't that mean he is not a ghost — he was tangible like you and every other human out there?

What exactly is wrong with the man being extremely quiet though? He may have been through countless bodies and funerals so why did you expect him to make noise at the one you had for your mom? And why expect him to mingle with people whose bodies he might encounter the next day or soon after?

Anyways, I don't buy the idea of ghosts except when I am watching a movie or reading fiction. I instead believe that when an ordinary human dies, he or she remains inside of and rots with the body he or lived in — from dust, you were made and to dust you are returned after you die.

Ghost is Real . Not in anyway Ready for Argument with You .

Believe what you believe, I Believe what I Believe .

Deepspirituals:
Ghost is Real . Not in anyway Ready for Argument with You . Believe what you believe, I Believe what I Believe .

Everybody hallucinates from time to time. I have many times. But for you to claim your hallucinations are real while i know mine aren't, you would need to provide proof or shut up about it already!

I've been to a mortuary twice in my entire life. The first time was many years ago, during my service year in Ondo. I had gotten a lift from a doctor friend and on the way home, he wanted to stop by his clinic to quickly do some things. We had to pass through the mortuary side of the clinic to get to his office (or maybe his business was at the mortuary office itself. I forget now. It is such a long time ago).

I remember staring at what looked like a statue, on a podium, in the middle of the compound. The 'statue' was 'painted' very dark, almost black, wore black sunshades, and donned a white lab coat. It was positioned to face east.

I turned and asked my companion "who is the statue representing?" I am a curious person and always want to know the history behind statues and artifacts.

He looked at me askance, chuckled and replied "that is not a statue. That's a dead body."

Omo, I was shocked to my bone marrows. Shocked and horrified.

He went further to explain that old unclaimed corpses with no form of identification are sometimes displayed in this manner with the hope that someone who knows them might just happen to pass by (how anyone will be casually "passing by" a mortuary beats my imagination). When decomposition can no longer be slowed down because of its exposure to the elements, they bring down the corpse and replace it with another unclaimed, unidentified body.

Doc invited me to come in to the mortuary for sightseeing. I vehemently refused this morbid invitation and was so glad when, an hour later, he finished up and dropped me at my house. I was traumatized for days and had to call my parents to report myself. My mum was unhappy with me and said I should never ever step my two legs in such an environment again. I am just not ready for that side of reality, and I never will be, even though it is an inescapable destination for all humans.

The second time was about 8 years ago, if my memory serves me right. I went with two Nairaland representatives of the The E-Helpers Network (TEHN), r231 and Mynd44 to Idi Araba hospital mortuary. The body of a nairalander who died from cancer, DJDOLA was going to be handed over to his family for burial. DJ was going to be interred that same day because he was a Muslim, and since TEHN had been raising money for his treatment, they were going to sort out the payments and other modalities with his family members.

Richard and Mynd went in, and I opted to remain outside. My mother has warned me about any mortuary waka, after all. Besides I just don't have the heart, and I never will.

While I waited, a sharp waft of rottenness drifted to my nose where I sat a little distance away from the entrance. This smell represented the deconstruction of the human being, the odoriferous evidence of crumbling shells that were once animated living things.

Mynd later told me that I was imagining things because the corpses are well preserved, but I know I wasn't imagining that... stench. You can imagine once, but not twice, and that smell came to me twice in 10 minute intervals. r231 also insisted that there was no such smell, but he is wrong. They are both wrong.

Beneath the antiseptic funk of the mortuary lay the pungent truth that I am not ready for, and will never be ready for.

Kobojunkie:
Technology imitates the Astral Plain? Doesn't that then mean your astral plain is instead a TANGIBLE plain?

No. All stand out technologies mimmick the workings of either the human body or spiritual laws. This then means that those at the helm of such inventions are well versed with these spiritual laws. I’m not talking about those who reproduce already existing technologies. I’m referring to the first inventors.

I theorize that another way to define tech is to see it as a physical manifestation of spiritual laws.

If you’re a medical person, you would notice that the very same way the organs and the brain works is thesame way electronic chips and components of devices work. Coincidence?

Mention any technology you can think of and i’d tell you it’s spiritual equivalent

DoctorAyukebot:
I wish we had five of your kind on Nairaland.

By the way I'm sorry to learn of the passing away of your wife. Life becomes meaningless for a while when we lose a love one. Some people never fully recover from the shock. I lost a brother several years back to brain problems. Before him I lost a sister to diabetes. She was only 20 years old when she died. Three years ago my mother passed on and four years ago my father.

I don't know which pained most. My sister's demise was the first I lost someone that close to the cold strands of death. I did cry my lungs when the corpse finally arrived home. I never made it to the mortuary cos was in charge of the funeral preparations at home. It's been 20 years since she passed on. I could go for months without missing or thinking about her despite having named my 18 years old daughter after her.

The experience is different with my brother. With Just a year apart we grew up like twins. He was at the hospital with my sister during her last days. When she fell into a diabetic coma, he fell into unconsciousness cos of the shock and only recovered to a depressed mood of psychological breakdown. (Madness)

After four years of psychiatric problems he too succumbed. It's been 16 years since he passed on but a day has never gone by without thinking about him. I did name my thirteen years old son after him. If I had to chose two persons from the world beyond to bring back to life, it would be him and him.

I don't miss my parents that much. My mum was just 59 years old when she passed on. Our relationship had become rocky over the years due to Pentecostal radicalism. I do blame her sometimes for my brother's demise, having refused us from seeking medical help for him on the hypothesis of God having revealed to her that, it was a spiritual issue that needed only prayers.

However it's hard to forget her. She was still a very caring mother and the good days are hard to forget. My father was 72 when he passed on. I don't particularly miss him that much but pity his last days made difficult by my mum who had become radicalized in a strange Pentecostal world of her own.

Daily when I pray I say "God whatever harm would befall my children let it befall me. I don't think I could stand the pain of losing one of them despite my inner strengths. Every iron ore has its melting point though. They are my melting point

It is well with you Sir 🙏

Iamblessed85:
■ No. All stand out technologies mimmick the workings of either the human body or spiritual laws. This then means that those at the helm of such inventions are well versed with these spiritual laws. I’m not talking about those who reproduce already existing technologies. I’m referring to the first inventors.
I theorize that another way to define tech is to see it as a physical manifestation of spiritual laws. If you’re a medical person, you would notice that the very same way the organs and the brain works is thesame way components of devices work. Coincidence? Mention any technology you can think of and i’d tell you it’s spiritual equivalent

Again, everything that is technology is coded — tangibly manipulated — by human coding. There are no spiritual laws as all laws are tested and can be replicated in labs and in many ways in the real world by human operators. So, therefore, what that means is that your supposed astral plains — your spiritual worlds along with the laws you attribute to them — are all, in fact, of the tangible human world we all live in. 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

I was in the Morgue on Wednesday (13th Nov. 24) for the burial of a colleague. This guy is perfect gentleman to the core he was lying there peacefully waiting to be buried.

The morticians and family members took him for Islamic burial preparation. I was just sitting by corner watching how he was prayed upon and carried to the burial ground where he was prayed upon again after being laid to rest.

My first time in the Mortuary was when we wheeled my Dad. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Ishilove:
I've been to a mortuary twice in my entire life. The first time was many years ago, during my service year in Ondo. I had gotten a lift from a doctor friend and on the way home, he wanted to stop by his clinic to quickly do some things. We had to pass through the mortuary side of the clinic to get to his office (or maybe his business was at the mortuary office itself. I forget now. It is such a long time ago).

I remember staring at what looked like a statue, on a podium, in the middle of the compound. The 'statue' was 'painted' very dark, almost black, wore black sunshades, and was wearing a white lab coat. It was positioned to face east.

I turned and asked my companion "who is the statue representing?" I am a curious person and always want to know the history behind statues and artifacts.

He looked at me askance, chuckled and replied "that is not a statue. That's a dead body."

Omo, I was shocked to my bone marrows. Shocked and horrified.

He went further to explain that old unclaimed corpses with no form of identification are sometimes displayed in this manner with the hope that someone who knows them might just happen to pass by (how anyone will be casually "passing by" a mortuary beats my imagination). When decomposition can no longer be slowed down because of its exposure to the elements, they bring down the corpse and replace it with another unclaimed, unidentified body.

Doc invited me to come in to the mortuary for sightseeing. I vehemently refused this morbid invitation and was so glad when, an hour later, he finished up and dropped me at my house. I was traumatized for days and had to call my parents to report myself. My mum was unhappy with me and said I should never ever step my two legs in such an environment again. I am just not ready for that side of reality, and I never will be, even though it is an inescapable destination for all humans.

The second time was about 8 years ago, if my memory serves me right. I went with two Nairaland representatives of the The E-Helpers Network (TEHN), r231 and Mynd44 to Idi Araba hospital mortuary. The body of a nairalander who died from cancer, DJDOLA was going to be handed over to his family for burial. DJ was going to be interred that same day because he was a Muslim, and since TEHN had been raising money for his treatment, they were going to sort out the payments and other modalities with his family members.

Richard and Mynd went in, and I opted to remain outside. My mother has warned me about any mortuary waka, after all. Besides I just don't have the heart, and I never will.

While I waited, a sharp waft of rottenness drifted to my nose where I sat a little distance away from the entrance. This smell represented the deconstruction of the human being, the odoriferous evidence of crumbling shells that were once animated living things.

Mynd later told me that I was imagining things because the corpses are well preserved, but I know I wasn't imagining that... stench. You can imagine once, but not twice, and that smell came to me twice in 10 minutes intervals. r231 also insisted that there was no such smell, but he is wrong. They are both wrong.

Beneath the antiseptic funk of the mortuary lay the pungent truth that I am not ready for, and will never be ready for.

Nostalgia
I remember that DJDOLA's family members wanted the funds donated by TEHN to be used to build a house.
@Ishilove, did his family build the house?

id4sho:
My bag was removed from the ambulance when my coffin was to be put, it was forgotten there. I came back for it after few days.
I had to wait for the night shift guy, I slept inside the mortician office due to exhaustion for about an hour.
I no kill person, the attendant was weird

Are you saying you are dead?

May the souls of the departed continue to rest in the Bossom of our lord.

Feldie:
yes the Egyptians were stupid to bury their Pharoahs with gold and weapons. When treasure hunters come to those tombs to loot the golds, why don't the dead use the machete to fight back? The greatest mass murderers in history go on to build empires or become governors and what not. The dead can't fight. There's no difference between a dead goat and a dead human being. If people that are killed could fight back, why do bandits still exist after slaughtering hundreds of people? Why do USA, UK, Japan etc still exist after their people slaughtered millions of people? If someone use cutlass to cut you down and take over your house, nothing will happen if police don't come and arrest him. You don't even have any spirit inside you, it's just your brain

Lol, Used to be like you. Staunch atheist sef, you’ll learn, that’s if you’re not an irredeemable NPC in this world .

And you’re missing the point. Dead bodies are dead, we’re talking something else entirely.

Yes you’re right. We’re just animals. Meat and bone. There’s no God also. The big bang created everything.

Kobojunkie:
Again, everything that is technology is coded — tangibly manipulated — by human coding. There are no spiritual laws as all laws are tested and can be replicated in labs and in many ways in the real world by human operators. So, therefore, what that means is that your supposed astral plains — your spiritual worlds along with the laws you attribute to them — are all, in fact, of the tangible human world we all live in. 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

Lol you’re somewhat missing my point although you’re close.

When i say tech mirrors the astral plain, i’m referring to its conceptualization.

Case in point - we all know there’s such a thing as telepathic communication right? For instance, i’m sure you’ve experienced a situation where you think of someone and then boom, he calls you, or lets say you think of sending someone money and when you do, it turns out the person was in dire need at the moment.

The scientists or handlers of modern day would now step in and say, if two minds can communicate telepathically, how can we mirror such form of comms in this plain?

They then strike all sorts of deals and make sacrifices to the relevant spirits who then guides and instructs them on what to do.

Boom, next thing you know, we have a fancy invention called telephone which would be based on concepts that are explainable and reproducible by 3rd parties in real life. Question is, from where did this knowledge come? What is this invention mirroring? Is this invention entirely novel or is it merely a replication of something unseen which has been in existence?

Dont take this example literally, it’s merely an illustration of my point. I may not be right and in the unlikely event that this is the case, i know for sure that i’m also not entirely wrong.

Lamanii22:
I really can’t wait for more stories

Werey! U like horror freaky story..
We go both carry chair n sit down here.

sageb:
Nostalgia
I remember that DJDOLA's family members wanted the funds donated by TEHN to be used to build a house.
@Ishilove, did his family build the house?

I don't think so, although I can't be too sure because I sort of stopped following up after DJ was interred.

SporaD8:
The bolded is the crux of the matter; and the major reason why it's unethical for surgeon to operate on their loved ones!
It get to some stage that Health workers, Security personnel, Morticians etc start seeing fellow humans as mere meat! At this stage, the affection of their loved ones is the only restraining factor that prevent this descent into emotional vacuum.
The less love one received; the more stone-hearted one becomes.

Honestly, the blatant apathy in the way they treat corpses would make you fear. My cousin died in front of my eyes and I was shocked by the total indifference shown by the group of doctors in the room, like he was a lab rat.

Same with nurses ignoring patients until they died in the wards.

Love really makes a difference

Ishilove:
I've been to a mortuary twice in my entire life. The first time was many years ago, during my service year in Ondo. I had gotten a lift from a doctor friend and on the way home, he wanted to stop by his clinic to quickly do some things. We had to pass through the mortuary side of the clinic to get to his office (or maybe his business was at the mortuary office itself. I forget now. It is such a long time ago).

I remember staring at what looked like a statue, on a podium, in the middle of the compound. The 'statue' was 'painted' very dark, almost black, wore black sunshades, and was wearing a white lab coat. It was positioned to face east.

I turned and asked my companion "who is the statue representing?" I am a curious person and always want to know the history behind statues and artifacts.

He looked at me askance, chuckled and replied "that is not a statue. That's a dead body."

Omo, I was shocked to my bone marrows. Shocked and horrified.

He went further to explain that old unclaimed corpses with no form of identification are sometimes displayed in this manner with the hope that someone who knows them might just happen to pass by (how anyone will be casually "passing by" a mortuary beats my imagination). When decomposition can no longer be slowed down because of its exposure to the elements, they bring down the corpse and replace it with another unclaimed, unidentified body.

Doc invited me to come in to the mortuary for sightseeing. I vehemently refused this morbid invitation and was so glad when, an hour later, he finished up and dropped me at my house. I was traumatized for days and had to call my parents to report myself. My mum was unhappy with me and said I should never ever step my two legs in such an environment again. I am just not ready for that side of reality, and I never will be, even though it is an inescapable destination for all humans.

The second time was about 8 years ago, if my memory serves me right. I went with two Nairaland representatives of the The E-Helpers Network (TEHN), r231 and Mynd44 to Idi Araba hospital mortuary. The body of a nairalander who died from cancer, DJDOLA was going to be handed over to his family for burial. DJ was going to be interred that same day because he was a Muslim, and since TEHN had been raising money for his treatment, they were going to sort out the payments and other modalities with his family members.

Richard and Mynd went in, and I opted to remain outside. My mother has warned me about any mortuary waka, after all. Besides I just don't have the heart, and I never will.

While I waited, a sharp waft of rottenness drifted to my nose where I sat a little distance away from the entrance. This smell represented the deconstruction of the human being, the odoriferous evidence of crumbling shells that were once animated living things.

Mynd later told me that I was imagining things because the corpses are well preserved, but I know I wasn't imagining that... stench. You can imagine once, but not twice, and that smell came to me twice in 10 minutes intervals. r231 also insisted that there was no such smell, but he is wrong. They are both wrong.

Beneath the antiseptic funk of the mortuary lay the pungent truth that I am not ready for, and will never be ready for.

Wow

May his soul RIP

I know that smell

illicit:
Wow

May his soul RIP

I know that smell

So I wasn't imagining things after all.

I don't want to ever perceive that odour in this life time, ever again.

Iamblessed85:
Did you notice that technology imitates either the astral plain or human anatomy

True, Hence the quote “As above so below”

Ever taken a deep look at computer / Electronics chips and compared it with magic runes and how most major cities look from above. Same concept, even the earth can be patterned to the human anatomy. One scientist did that before.

See there’s a lot we masses are ignorant off and I swear some tech can only have been handed down from aliens. No way humans can come up with some shits.

I remember when we visited one in uturu abia state back then from Marist collage in 2010. omoh, cant forget that day oh

illicit:
My first time and still only time at/in a morgue...
I was out of state. My mum passed away. This was during covid 19. But she succumbed to diabetes. At 66. In a federal medical hospital. They also have a morgue. So she was transferred there.

I have heard a lot about morgue visits. When I lost a brother. My sister told me that the morgue at UCH Ibadan was a very scary place to be. She was maybe 15 and I was maybe 12 then and she was at the morgue with the wife to identify his corpse. She described a morgue in really incredible strange terms. I knew that people exaggerate.

They often want to make you think that a morgue is a spiritual or gothic place, that the dead people are still somehow alive but naked and cold.

Some will even tell you that they go out and come back. Se will even say they sneeze, they eat, they copulate. They hold meetings...

Why are they dead if they can still do things that a living person does?

So I was mentally prepared when it was my turn to see a morgue in and out.

My uncle was there, my brother was there, 2 of my sister's were there except a 6 months pregnant one ( they believe that a spirit can enter her in the morgue) so we left her behind.

At the morgue, inside. I have decided not to let my gaze wonder too far.

When they entered the room or I don't know what it's called. I decided to stay at the entrance because they had to wheel her out for proper identification. I was the only one yet to see her corpse. She died the previous day.

She looked like she was sleeping. I don't know if any man can see their parent in such state and not cry. The tears came without my permission or awareness, I was crying before I realized that I was crying then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was just my uncle. I had never cried so hard since I was an adult that someone had to console me. When I lost my very handsome dad as a child, he was just 50 but I have always thought that he was the oldest man, I didn't know if I was to cry or try to be a young man.

Now I know better. I didn't remember anything about spirits I just kept remembering that till I matured. There's no time my mum slept outside unless she travelled. Here she was in this cold place since yesterday among strangers...

There was once corpse behind the entrance, the only one the corner of my eye caught.

I didn't want to stare at it because I won't forget about it. I don't know how to describe this corpse, obviously it didn't die of natural causes. It was bloated and greenish...

There was one worker at morgue. A middle aged man. He also knew my mum at the ward when she was alive. So I learnt or made to believe.
He followed us to the burial. But this man was an extremely quiet person...

He sat away from the crowd. Won't drink alcohol. Ate enough.
I don't know if it was customary for morticians to attend the funeral.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't a ghost. But I don't believe in ghosts.

Nothing special, it's as quite as when you are in the library