linate wrote:
If thats not ai you're using, you debate like an academic. I dont have time to check the logic strength of your points, but you're good
Thanks, I rarely use AI except to search a subject matter, but I've studied philosophy of mind for decades, pretty much the only reason I hang around here is I'm hoping somebody will bring it up so I can suck them into a debate.
It's original, but most of what I wrote comes from things I wrote before. I've been writing about the subject for decades.
My thinking on the afterlife comes from a strictly non-academic source, and it's not the least bit logically coercive; I don't even think I can explain it. I doubt anyone else, but I suspect you will appreciate the story I have to tell.
In short, believe I may have seen someone who was dead, here's what happened:
My screen name comes from Therapeutic Horseback Riding (Hippotherapy), something I was passionate about for almost 40 years, we use horses to provide therapy for a wide range of developmental disabilities, usually with children. A typical session has a licensed therapist conducting the lesson, a leader, leading the horse, and two "sidewalkers", who walk alongside the horse, interacting and helping the kids with the lesson, and most importantly, protecting them in the event of an emergency situation. Our horse farm had the pastures, a barn, parking, and outside arena near the front gate, this was our staging area where we tack the horses and mount the kids. About two hundred yards away, across a field, was our second arena, that one was a covered arena, and the entire farm was enclosed by an eight-foot chain link fence.
We are walking around in circles all day long and I was known for getting distracted, thinking about work, or politics, or philosophy of mind, or whatever. When I got called out for not paying attention, I would say "Sorry, I was having an epiphany" which was the ongoing joke in the program, it made all the kids laugh, and all the parents have to explain to their kids what an epiphany was, when you are doing it right, therapeutic riding is a great time for everyone. OK, the stage is set.
Here's my story: I was sidewalking in the covered arena with a young autistic girl maybe ten years old, our barn manager and another volunteer were leaning against the fence watching us and I was a thousand miles away, lost in thought. As we came around towards the open side of the arena, I saw an old women standing by the fence and for some reason it startled me, all she did was smile at me, but somehow, in that smile, I heard her say "You know what to do". I snapped to attention, and right then the horse stumbled, going head over heels, as the girl fell past me, I pulled her off the horse and turned away to protecter her. The two by the fence ran out to help, in the end everyone was fine, and when we got our student to stop crying, we got her back on the horse and finished the lesson (that's important so they don't develop a fear of horses). Before we went back to the staging area, I asked the two watching where that woman went, and they said they didn't see a woman.
So, we walked back to the staging area and when we dismounted the girl, she ran over to her mother and began frantically signing what happened (she was verbally noncommunicative). I was asking people about the woman and nobody saw here which seemed strange to me, she was too old to climb the fence and it seemed to me she would have been pretty conspicuous walking back across the field and my team were all the type that would have gone out to help such an old woman if they saw her walking across the field. Mom starts coming over and I'm thinking, Ruh Roh, I'm gonna have to do some fancy talking to convince Mom her daughter was in no real danger. As she approached, I said, "I guess she told you what happened", and Mom replied, "yes, and she told me she saw her grandmother out there". I told her "I saw her too, where did she go, I want to thank her", and Mom replied telling me, "Dave, her grandmother died two years ago". This happened maybe 15 - 20 years ago and thinking about what her mom said still sends a chill down my spine.
Anyway, for obvious reasons I rarely share this story, it was certainly an experience that I find meaningful but I can't tell you what it means. I don't even try to analyze it or explain it and I don't think it proves anything, all I can say is that it happened the way I'm telling you it happened and leave it at that.