r/QuantumImmortality

I just watched a video of a woman on tiktok who claimed she died in a car accident but woke up to EMT’s pulling her out of a car and her family claimed she was ‘different’ and doctors claimed she’s bipolar but she knew she wasnt at all.

I did digging for like 10 mins and came across this sub and a woman who died from cardiac arrest but woke up to a slightly different world.

What i really wanna know is do you guys in your heart of hearts believe this? Are people here trolling? Have you had an actual experience yourself with no history of mental health issues? I’m just spiralling abit because a friend of mine who only just got married last year randomly died of cardiac arrest while playing soccer and i really want to believe he’s somewhere better or even just got up and continued playing after fainting or something instead of dying. His funeral is tomorrow ..i guess i kind of want reassurance but i want to kind of find out if this sub is full of liars too

No one believes me, which makes it hard to accept, but in 2022 I choked to death on some Tums. I was changing my kids diaper while chewing the candy- coated tums. I started to gag and then realized I couldn’t breathe. It was terrifying.

I saw the other side. It isn’t that it is dark, it’s that there is nothing. It’s not silent, it’s a lack of sound. I didn’t feel pain, or weight, or containment. I felt peace in the truest form. I had no regrets or emotional pain.

I woke up to my wife doing CPR.

Woke up isn’t the right word. I was pulled away from “it.” I wasn’t there anymore and I was back here.

I don’t want to die again, but I have to tell you it’s not something I’m dreading.

How to jump dimensions to the past with the intended changes already?

I am quite new to QI. I was looking through the basic concept and it reminded me of a time a slipped and fell from the roof. As I was falling, my consciousness had accepted that this is how it ends, this is how I die. I just accepted death and for some reason I knew I was going to fall on my head and die. Somehow, I don't if you guys will believe me, but I somehow grabbed onto the edge of the roof and survived by hanging onto the roof and then jumping onto the ground (it wasn't high, I was just in a position where I was bound to fall on my back or head and somehow I grabbed the edge). As I'm a newbie, is this QI? Did I die in an alternate reality where I didn't fall on my head?

almost every quantum immortality post/video etc I see people know exactly what happened to them prior to their conscious jumping timelines (ex:remember a car coming at them, remember their ex strangling them, etc). is it possible for something to have happened but have literally 0 recollection of what occurred?

I have been racking my mind about a specific problem, that I've come to nickname the "Fox tattoo problem", due to the testimony that inspired it. This user seems to have shifted timelines after slipping in the shower (main testimony), however what bugs me is the other testimony they provide in the comments: in their original timeline, they wanted a fox tattoo after getting a sign from the universe in the form of a fox. in the post-jump timeline, everyone but themself seems to remember their same intent of getting a tattoo, but with an owl instead of a fox, as the universe manifested as an owl in that timeline.

Consciousness, as I understand it, may be transferred into an alternate universe if we encounter a fatal outcome before having accomplished our fate. where our sense of self is basically the same (the experiencer here does not seem to doubt their memories, and only the discrepancies between theirs and other people's unsettles them).

However, the anecdote regarding the fox tattoo makes me wonder: why does it seems like the memories corresponding to the universe in which the experiencer allegedly died (slipped in the shower) overwrote those corresponding to the events of the universe the experiencer was transferred to? Why does the consciousness that was transferred from the universe in which a fatal occurence took place, takes precedence over the memories of the "resident" version of the experiencer, instead of the opposite as it would make more sense that the resident alter's memories become prevalent in the universe where consciousness has been transferred. What becomes of the "individual" who saw an owl instead of a fox in that scenario? Why have the owl version's memories not been at least preserved in some way within the experiencer's mind, and only remains in the memories of the people around them?

Additional Observations:

Perhaps this single example is not sufficient to consider the memories of the "owl tattoo" alter were overwritten in favor of the "fox tattoo" alter and there may be other cases in which the owl tattoo alter's memories overwrote the fox tattoo alter's and we'd never know as they can't be aware of it, as it would be as everyone remembers it and not clash with their own recollection. I am however basing myself on the testimonies that we have and those tend to suggest one set of memories overwrote the other, at least for this specific event. I am also purposefully eluding the angle of the problem that questions why the "sign" was a fox in one universe and an owl in another.

I may also make many assumptions surrounding this case that are tied to my own theories regarding other aspects of death, consciousness and parallel universes, that i didn't want to expand on here in order not to distract from the main question, but I can elaborate if needed.

Has this happened to anyone else? Please let me know. I've been meditating for a while now, and shifting my consciousness into a different version of me. Last night I attempted to astral project (which I have been trying frequently this week) and fell asleep. I woke up, and my physical body has never ached this much. My neck and back are so stiff, I feel unmotivated, like my body is going through the process of catching up with the higher vibrations of consciousness that my mental plane has already experience. Only thing is, I quantum jumped about 2-3 weeks ago, so is it normal for my body to suddenly be exhausted now?

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There was a day during my junior year in high school that at first seemed like your average day.

I woke up 15 minutes before the bus came, as usual, took the quickest shower, brushed my teeth, threw on the first pair of jeans and band tee I could find, and ran down to the bus stop which was just across from my house. 

The school day was your average day, but me and my friend group (minus my best friend) all decided we were gonna walk to the nearest pizza shop after school was over. When the last bell rang, I let my mom know what was happening, and the four of us walked the quarter mile to the pizza shop on Main Street.

We all chatted, ate some pizza, laughed and joked, the conversation wasn't important. While I was eating I got a call from my mom, she told me that we got a surprise visit from family friends and I needed to come home, my grandfather was waiting on Main Street to pick me up. 

I said goodbye to my friends, walked out the door of the pizza shop, and noticed his gold Malibu to my left on the other side of the 4 way intersection. I walked to the crosswalk, and as I started crossing, a car blew around the corner and struck me on my right side, and everything went black. 

It was in that moment I sat up in my bed breathing heavy. I looked at the time and when I noticed I had 15 minutes until the bus came, I quickly forgot about the “weird dream” and started getting ready for my day. 

I took the quickest shower, brushed my teeth, threw on the first pair of jeans and band tee I could find, and ran down to the bus stop which was just across from my house. 

The school day was your average day, but me and my friend group (minus my best friend) all decided we were gonna walk to the nearest pizza shop after school was over. When the last bell rang, I let my mom know what was happening, and the four of us walked the quarter mile to the pizza shop on Main Street.

We all chatted, ate some pizza, laughed and joked, the conversation wasn't important. While I was eating I got a call from my mom, she told me that we got a surprise visit from family friends and I needed to come home, my grandfather was waiting on Main Street to pick me up. 

I said goodbye to my friends, walked out the door of the pizza shop, and noticed his gold Malibu to my left on the other side of the 4 way intersection. 

I headed towards the car, stopped at the cross walk, and began to cross. 

A few steps in and I froze.

It was like the memory of my dream the night before flooded my brain like the most intense and strangest deja vu. 

As I'm standing a few steps into the road, being flooded with this memory, a car blows around the corner, and while blaring their horn, they skirt past me just about a foot in front of my feet. 

I took a second and looked to my left in shock, I finished crossing the road, and I got into the passenger seat in the Malibu, and we left. 

To this day I'm unsure as to what I experienced. 

To me, this case is very reminiscent of some of the quantum immortality theories shared here. It seems like she lived for seven years elsewhere, before she returned to her body after the coma ended. Makes me wonder if she died in the other reality and those children lost their mother.

i know a lot of deaths dont have a 100% success rate and are surviable besides this so what would geuinley happen?

don’t know if this even falls under the topic of QI but i don’t really use my phone often and i’m not woke to stuff so don’t know where to ask

i almost died in 2024 due to a cardiac arrest and the shut down of some other vital organs, really i should have died i was suffering from anorexia and my body was extremely weak even though i am young i have been unwell since about 12 years old and i have additional health issues and my parents and my caseworker were almost positive that i wasn’t going to make it especially considering i was refusing all treatments that i could. Anyway i’m fine now but i do have a slight brain injury however i am fully coherent and live a normal life

about a week after getting discharged from hospital i was at home with my mum discussing my wisdom teeth and talking about wanting them taking out she made a joke about me doing it DIY style since i clearly thought i was already a qualified dentist

i didn’t understand at all and asked her what she meant and she was just like oh you know when you pulled your teeth out

we went back and forth because i genuinely had no memory of this event but when i went and checked i am in fact missing two molar teeth that i somehow hadn’t even noticed and it made my head spin in ways that i cannot even explain because i can’t understand it it was just so weird

i know QI is reality splitting but i think because i had already been fixated on the topic as i somehow survived the hospital i convinced myself that it was all linked it feels weird saying that now and i’m probably way off but it was just so strange

i checked my dental records too and it was down on there that i had gone in to have a checkup after taking my teeth out

it’s probably not that unusual might be a result of my brain injury but the feeling that i felt when i saw that my teeth actually were missing was so so weird and felt like a shift in myself i started getting scared of myself or the myself that i was now and kinda convinced myself that i had been replaced or that i wasn’t real. I also instantly went dizzy and felt nauseous which is also strange since i’m not at all squeamish but yeah idk just wanted to put it out there and maybe find out if anyone has ever experienced anything similar?

I need help. How do I ascend into a greater being? I am always thinking about what will come after death…. but recently quantum immortality has become a part of my brain and with that comes an immeasurable amount of pain and suffering. How can I become a greater and higher being to surpass my immortality. I can’t live like this forever.

I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on something that happened 1.5 years ago and I need to share this with people who understand the "weird" side of reality.

Back then, I had reached a point where I felt like I had "finished" the game of life.

There was nothing new to experience, no more joy, just emptiness.

So I decided to clock out.

I took 50 pills of Diazepam and washed them down with half a liter of Vodka on an empty stomach.

No tolerance.

Statistically and medically speaking, I should be dead.

But I didn't die.

I woke up 2 days later.

No brain damage (hypoxia)

No organ failure

No aspiration pneumonia.

Just... back.

Since then, my perspective has shifted completely.

I used to be suicidal because "nothing mattered."

Now, I have this eerie sense of calm because I feel like my consciousness is an "individual wave" that simply refuses to stop.

It’s like I’m a "self-observer" in a quantum sense, as long as my consciousness observes itself, I cannot collapse into the state of "death."

I’m currently working a chill remote job, making $29/h.

For the first time, I’m actually smiling about the absurdity of it all.

I’m not scared anymore.

I’m not even "trying" to live; I just am.

Has anyone else experienced a "forced survival" that defied all medical logic?

It feels like I’m playing the bonus level of a game I already finished and honestly?

It’s fucking wild.

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I know you're in this community because you had dm'd me after i posted my story awhile back in here. I need more answers to stuff and to explain this story this guy had dm'd me how I died in 2019 and idc if you think this is real or fake but all I ask is to reveal yourself again. I'm at one of the lowest parts of my life right now so dear God just help me understand why any of the shit i've been through is happening to me. I feel fucking soulless I'm just tired of this suffering. A picture above is a diagram of what the multi verse would look like according to him as well

Olá, caros leitores.

Na minha última postagem, eu trouxe a minha experiência de transição de consciência de realidade e, como muitos sabem, foi intensa. Quero trazer uma última reflexão sobre o colapso: percebi que a consciência não viaja apenas na hora da nossa morte; ela percebe o colapso muito antes. Começa a transicionar entre realidades enquanto a fatalidade ainda está para acontecer.

Vivi isso cada segundo: o calor no corpo, a náusea... era minha consciência testando milhares de possibilidades por segundo até chegar onde eu não morri, onde não fui dormir cedo e onde não fui sufocado pelo próprio vômito. Hoje sigo minha vida normalmente, mas com a certeza de que os sonhos lúcidos são janelas para as experiências reais de outras versões nossas.

Aqui estão os relatos das minhas viagens mais profundas:

Minha vida em uma vila rural (Pedro e a Redenção)

Em uma vila rural, vivi a jornada do valor próprio. Eu tentava conquistar um cara chamado Marcelo, que não dava a mínima para mim. Dei um ultimato: se ele gostasse de mim, apareceria em tal lugar. Ele não foi. Mas outro eu apareceu: o Pedro. Ele já me admirava de longe, gostava do meu esforço e da minha luz. Pedro vivia no "mal caminho", envolvido com coisas perigosas. Pela paixão e pela preocupação de perdê-lo, pedi que ele mudasse de vida. Ele saiu daquela vida por mim. Ali, o amor foi transformador.

A Fazenda nos EUA e o "Dragão Verde"

Nesta linha, eu morava em uma fazenda imensa. Havia uma paz absoluta e uma medicina muito diferente da nossa. Para tratar nossos transtornos de emoção, como a bipolaridade, usávamos minerais como o potássio e outros compostos. O método era curioso: fazíamos um pequeno corte na pele (entre o antebraço e o ombro) e ali colocávamos um algodão com uma pasta contendo o remédio, cobrindo com micropore. Não sei por que era assim, mas funcionava; era uma aplicação direta que estabilizava o sentir sem os efeitos colaterais das pílulas daqui.

Eu era obcecado por uma série de livros/HQs chamada "O Dragão Verde". Para aquela versão, o dragão era um símbolo de voo e liberdade.

O momento mais real foi em um balneário com uma cachoeira gigante. Mesmo com medo de altura, eu me joguei de um toboágua. Foi tão rápido que engoli água pelo nariz; senti aquela queimação física, o susto, o calor da festa. Foi a prova sensorial de que eu estava realmente lá.

O CEO em Barcelona

Essa foi uma das mais intensa e recente. Eu era um CEO de uma empresa de tecnologia importante. O mundo era sutilmente diferente: em certos bairros de Barcelona, as pessoas deixavam itens pessoais espalhados pelas ruas — roupas, celulares, garrafinhas. Era como se o espaço público guardasse rastros da identidade de cada um.

Eu vivia um amor de "alma gêmea" com meu noivo, um calor e uma ternura que nunca senti igual. Mas, sob o peso do luto pela morte do meu pai e a pressão de manter a empresa como uma "família", eu traí. O arrependimento me causou um ataque de asma físico; senti o ar faltar. Tentei manipular ele pelo desespero, me jogando aos pés dele, mas devido a terapia que me ensinou à libertar. Eu o amava o suficiente para deixá-lo decidir se queria ir embora.

A Conclusão: O Nosso Karma

Ao olhar para todas essas vidas, percebi o fio condutor: parece que todas as minhas versões têm em comum um emocional intenso. Somos amantes sem rédeas, nos entregamos ao amor e às experiências reais com uma intensidade que quase transborda.

E a ironia final: todos temos algum transtorno, como por exemplo a bipolaridade. Acredito que esse seja o nosso Karma do universo. Essa voltagem alta, esse "sentir demais" que nos faz brilhar e sofrer na mesma proporção. Me auto projetei em cada uma dessas versões e vi que somos todos iguais no que valorizamos: o cuidado com o outro, a lealdade e as histórias que amamos (sejam livros ou séries).

O multiverso não é apenas uma teoria; é a geografia da nossa própria alma.

when i was 15 i was climbing a very large gate and i fell backwards head first onto a concrete floor. last thing i remember was screaming around me. then everything went black. next thing i know im back on top of the gate with a feeling that i almost fell but didnt. i believe i died in one reality and got transported to another.

Hey guys, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and came up with a theory that actually connects a few weird things that happen to us.

Here’s the basic idea:

Consciousness doesn’t die when your body does. Instead, at the exact moment of death, your consciousness jumps to the closest possible version of “you” that is still alive in a parallel universe.

These parallel universes don’t all run on the exact same timeline. Some are running a little ahead in time, and some are running a little behind.

When your consciousness jumps from a universe that’s slightly behind into one that’s slightly ahead, something cool (and familiar) happens:

The new “you” hasn’t lived the next few moments yet… but the consciousness that just arrived kind of has. So when those moments play out in real time, you get that strong “wait… I’ve already experienced this before” feeling.

That’s déjà vu.

On top of that, no two universes are ever 100% identical. There are always tiny little differences — a spelling might be slightly different, a logo changed, a small event went another way, or even a few atoms are arranged differently. Those small mismatches are what we experience as the Mandela Effect.

Most of the time the jump is super smooth and the universes are almost exactly the same, so you don’t notice anything. But sometimes the time difference or the small changes are big enough that you feel the shift.

In short: Quantum immortality works because your consciousness keeps jumping to the next living version of you across these slightly offset universes. It never really ends — it just keeps moving forward.

What do you guys think? Does this make sense to anyone else? Have you ever had a déjà vu or Mandela moment that felt extra weird?

From what I understand, the idea is that under some proposed models of reality, a probabilistic event occurring causes the world to split into versions where both of the outcomes happened, and as a consequence of this, if a probabilistic event involves someone's death, their consciousness will always be preserved in the world where the event didn't happen, because it cannot exist in the other one.

The problem I see here is that the splitting is supposed to occur at the same time as the event, but no event can cause death instantaneously. There is a time delay. So wouldn't it be, that even assuming this model of physics is true, consciousness would be able to exist in both versions of reality, just that in one of them it would be destroyed a second later, at which point, that occurring is already set in stone since the probabilistic event that will cause this has already happened? I think the result of this would be that the actual likelihood of death is still exactly the same as in a world that doesn't split due to these events.

It’s driving me insane.

On the other hand I don’t believe in quantum immortality (I do believe in reincarnation across the multiverse, but as a baby. A new person. Not a universe where we magically survived) but on the other hand the odds of me surviving that not once but twice, makes me wonder maybe it is.

So I’ve attempted to hang myself twice.

The first official (partial) hanging was back in May 2021.

I used my mom her belt, to tie it to my window, and put my neck in it. Whenever my vision went blurry I got out (my feet were touching the ground) but like apparently I went through with it, ‘cause I went unconscious, and when I woke up, I jumped out of the rope, onto my bed.

My neck hurt like hell, and I had marks from the belt all over my neck.

That attempt was half-assed so you could think “your feet were touching the ground, so the pressure wasn’t strong enough for death”

But I tried to hang myself once again back in July 2024.

This time I used the rope, of my sister her morning robe.

This attempt is where I was fully, my feet weren’t touching the ground.

So I made a knot (not a slip knot) in the rope, hung it against the door, grabbed a chair and kicked it from under my feet.

I literally don’t remember anything.

I lost consciousness.

I suddenly woke up, with my feet kicking back and forth against the door. my vision was black prolly ‘cause my eyes were closed.

I couldn’t breath, and felt the rope tight against my neck.

I remember thinking “am I dreaming?”

I realize I wasn’t.

I kept struggling and somehow got out of the rope.

That makes me wonder “that’s not possible to survive” especially since I was fully hanging this time.

But then again, the fabric was soft, and it wasn’t a slip knot but still, wtf?

So that’s why I’m starting to think that I’ve experienced quantum immortality, at least from the attempt from July 2024.

But then when I start to believe that, I immediately get skeptical.

I wonder “okay, but the version that survived am I now coexisting with his consciousness? Or did his consciousness go to another universe?”

Idk.