A few years later, a relative of mine was put on Prozac for a while. Again... dramatic change.
I realize my stories are anecdotal, but that is how I perceive the world. I don't sit at books and read what other people think. I look around and I do my own thinking. Far as I can tell, personalities are simply part of the physical body. Anyone who has animals can tell you that they have personalities too. Mellow dogs, hyper dogs, mean cats, sweet cats... if the soul is where the personality comes from, either animals have them, or they should not have personalities. And physical changes shouldn't affect them.
The soul can effect the body. People’s attitudes can affect their well being. Worry, stress, fear, etc. can all lead to all kinds of syndromes and diseases.
Besides, even with the body affecting the soul and the people who suffer head injuries having personality changes, they still can think and feel and reason and choose. That hasn’t changed.
When my mother was in the hospital dying from cancer, the evening before she died, I went in to visit her as usual, and when I walked into the room, there was a sense of vacancy. Her body was still there, but there was a sense that she was gone and her body just didn’t know it yet and kept functioning.
There is no rational reason for that because she was resting unconscious as I had seen her every day for the previous week. But I KNEW something was different. It hit me like running into a wall. SHE was gone. I had to back out of the room to compose myself.
I called home and told my brother about it and he just poo-pooed it and sure enough about 4 hours later he got the call that she had died.m My b-i-l warned me that that would happen, the *look of death* he called it, from watching his own father die.
Yeah, I know anecdotal, but as real as anything I’ve ever experienced.
There is SOMETHING beyond just the human body that makes us human and makes us alive.