Just NDEs Episode 6 - Lisa's Near Death Experience
Just NDEs
Episode 6:
Lisa M’s Near Death Experience
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
Summer 1974
Russia, the Black Sea
Event Description:
My near-death experience occurred when I was five years old, in Russia, where I was born and lived at the time, on a holiday trip to the Black Sea with my mother and grandparents.
On this particular day, we had all gone down to the beach. The sea was rough, and my mother was standing in the water holding me in her arms. I remember feeling safe and secure, although the waves were enormous from my five-year-old perspective. I was excited as they came crashing over my mother and me, one by one. Then a particularly big wave hit us, my mother lost her balance, lost her grip, and I was washed away by the wave.
For a moment, I felt the utter fear of death, my body instinctively sensing this was a life-threatening situation. I held my breath and struggled to find something to hold on to, to save myself, but my hands were only grasping water. Only water was everywhere; I was helpless, completely out of control. When I realized there was no use in fighting, nothing to get a grip on, I surrendered. I let go of my breathing, let go of trying to save myself, let go of the struggle for life, and allowed whatever was happening to me to happen.
The next thing I remember is feeling the most profound and utter sense of peace I had ever felt in my life. Suddenly, I was feeling completely safe, enveloped and protected by something I can only describe as complete unconditional love. This love was all around me, it was everywhere, but at the same time, it was also me, my innermost essence. There was no longer any fear, no worries, no struggle for anything, and I could have gone on being wherever I was, feeling the way I was forever.
I felt as though I was finally being my true self. There were no limits or limitations whatsoever; I could go wherever I wanted, know whatever I wished, do anything. The sense of freedom was inexplicable. I was also strangely aware that what we ordinarily call 'time' was now suspended and no longer existed.
Then I was swept away by some unknown force and started to move at an enormous speed, which felt a lot faster than the speed of light. I traveled an enormous distance, literally traveled 'beyond the world'. I didn't have any sense of having a 'body', just of moving like a thunderbolt through darkness toward a point of brilliant light in the distance. As I came closer to this light, my only desire was to get to it, to get to where this light was.
When I reached the point of light, I found myself in a world of light. Everything in this place was made of and radiated light. It was beautiful and radiant beyond expression. 'Heaven' would be an adequate description, but I had no religious feeling, and knew there was no such thing as a 'hell.' I knew, without knowing how and why I knew this, that this was the place where everyone eventually went when they died, regardless of who they were and what they had done during their lives.
In the midst of the light stood a male figure. It was radiating this light, and radiating this totally unearthly complete unconditional love. I was embraced by this being, or enveloped in its light, which felt like an embrace. Suddenly, I remembered this place. This was my home, the place that was really my home, and I wondered how I could have ever forgotten about it. I felt as though, after a long, difficult journey in a foreign country, I had finally come home, and the being of light who was there before me was the being that knew me better than anyone else in creation.
The being of light knew everything about me. It knew all I had ever thought, said, or done, and it showed me my whole life in a flash of an instant. I was shown all the details of my life, the one I'd already lived, and all that was to come if I returned to earth. It was all there at the same time, all the details of all the cause and effect relationships in my life, all that was good or negative, all of the effects my life on earth had on others, and all of the effects the lives of others had had on me. Every single thought and feeling was there, nothing was missing. And I could experience the feelings and thoughts of all the other people involved myself, almost becoming them, which gave me a pure experiential understanding of what brought other people pain or joy, the positive or negative experiences and effects of my own actions.
The being was not judging me in any way during the life review, even though I saw a lot of shortcomings in my life. It simply showed my life the way it had been to me, loved me unconditionally, which gave me the strength I needed to see it all the way it was without any blinders, and let me decide for myself what was positive, negative, and what I needed to do about that. I don't remember any details of the events that were shown to me, neither past nor future, but I remember what was most important.
The being of light showed me that all that was really important in life was the love we felt, the loving acts we performed, the loving words we spoke, the loving thoughts we held. All that was made, said, done, or even thought without love was undone. It didn't matter. It simply no longer existed. Love was all that was really important; only love was real. Everything we did lovingly was as it was supposed to be. It was okay. It was good.
And the love we'd felt during our lives was all that was left when everything else, everything perishable in life, had vanished.
Next, I remember finding myself in some other place, not knowing how I'd gotten there. The first being of light was gone, and I was surrounded by other beings or people who I felt as though I 'recognized.' These beings were like family, old friends, who'd been with me for an eternity. I can best describe them as my spiritual or soul family. Meeting these beings was like reuniting with the most important people in one's life after a long separation. There was an explosion of love and joy on seeing each other again between us all.
The beings communicated with me, and one another, in some kind of telepathic way. We spoke without words, directly, from mind to mind, or from spirit to spirit. None of us had any bodies. We were all made of some unknown substance, like a concentration of pure light, we were like dots of light in the light everywhere around us. Everybody knew what everybody else 'had in mind' instantly. There was no possibility or need to hide anything from anybody. This kind of communication made misunderstandings impossible, and made us close in a way almost impossible to describe. We were all individuals, but at the same time, we were all one, united by indestructible bonds of love forever, and also united with the light in the world of light around us, being part of it, and part of each other's light.
The love these beings of light exuded healed me, swept away all the darkness in me, and erased all of the pain and sorrow I'd accumulated during my life on earth. Earth and the life I'd lived on it felt very distant, was getting more distant all the time, almost like it had never really existed at all. I was in this place with my soul family for a period of time that felt like an eternity. No 'time' in the usual sense existed here. Neither did the concept of 'space', but even so, there were different places to go and spans of time that passed by. This is a contradiction in terms, but it is the only way I'm able to explain it in words: spaceless space, timeless time. In this place, there was only pure Being.
Except for being 'healed', I don't remember what we did, just that we were together and enjoyed it enormously. I remember this 'world' of light as being huge, an enormous place, a place without limits or borders, neither individual nor external. I remember all beings who were in this place had complete, total knowledge, about all and everything. It was all pleasant, loving, and beautiful beyond expression. Every 'thing' and 'being' in this place was made of light, and everything was light, even though there were individual 'things' and 'beings'. The light is what I remember best. It was living. Alive. A living light that was everything and all, the essence of everything and all.
The next thing I remember is suddenly finding myself back in the presence of the being of light I'd met first, and being told I had to go back. I said, "no way, I won't do it." This was about the last thing I wanted to do. Life on earth, filled with darkness, pain, sorrow, limits, and limitations, was like a horrifying prison compared to this wonderful place, and I simply refused to go back. I was told that it wasn't my time, that I'd been granted a visit 'back home', but that I had to fulfill my purpose and do the work I myself had chosen to do on earth. The being of light reminded me that my purpose was to learn more about love, compassion, and how to express them on earth, and that my work was to help other people in any way I could. I had chosen this myself. And it told me that I would be back in the world of light in no time. "Never forget, in reality, there is no time, only eternity itself," it said.
The next thing I knew, I was back, feeling my body, the wave washed me up on shore again, and I was crawling up the shore coughing up a lot of seawater.
As a child, I forgot my near-death experience, and the memory of it didn't return until many years later. Even so, it has always been with me and given me strength to cope with difficulties in my own life and to help and support others. Throughout my professional life, I have worked in various ways to help others. At the age of eighteen, I started working with elderly people, those who were dying, senile, and physically and emotionally ill. I worked with people with AIDS and the mentally ill. Later on, I worked in the mental health care and social care fields, among people with psychological, social, existential, emotional, and spiritual difficulties, and always felt my work was deeply meaningful, even before remembering my near-death experience. Currently, I'm also working as a psychosynthesis therapist, which is a branch of transpersonal psychology.
The near-death experience also laid the foundation for my lifelong interest in the paranormal, the mystical, the unusual, and the spiritual, which I've had for as long as I can remember, not knowing why for many years. It has made me explore unknown dimensions, seek and find answers to many questions, and constantly strive to learn more about life, death, and everything in between, and to seek out ever new ways of helping others, which, for me, is the most meaningful thing one can do in life. In the end, the near-death experience taught me as much about living as about dying. And it keeps on doing so.
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Episode 5 - Karen's Near Death Experience
Just NDEs
Episode 5:
Karen’s Near Death Experience
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
DATE, PLACE
Event Description:
As a teenager, I had several psychic experiences often occurring in dreams. As I grew older and life became more hectic, these experiences diminished—almost disappeared until the pregnancy of my first child. Shortly after his birth, I had the most horrific dream that I would be in a terrible car crash that would take my life. For months, I was terrified and extremely cautious, on the lookout for that monster vehicle. By the time my son was seven months old, I convinced myself that it was only a dream... nothing of what was to come. I had a brand new teaching position, a baby, a home, my husband to take care of... I had put too much energy into this thing.
Then it happened. I had left school right away that day. I wanted to pick up my son from his grandmother and hurry back to school to watch a baseball game. It was a picture-perfect way to spend the afternoon with my son. As I was exiting the freeway with usual caution, I made a left-hand turn on a light that had been green for some time. This was my lucky day, I thought. Then, in an instant, I was gone.
Immediately, I was in the most beautiful, serene place I had ever been. My grandfather, another person whom I had known in a previous life, and a guardian were ready to help me with the transition. They told me of the accident, showed me the site. It was my time to come home, they said. The overwhelming love and happiness of that place was so inviting. I could feel myself becoming lighter each moment. In a fit of fear and panic, I began crying. No, I couldn't be dead. What would happen to my son? He was seven months old! He would never remember me. His father didn't even know how to take care of him. I didn't want him raised by his father's parents. No, no, no... This was not the time to go. They were wrong.
In an embrace of love, they calmed me by showing me that my son and my entire family would be okay after my death. My mother could lean on my grandmother. It would take time, but she would heal. My husband, hurt, sad, and lonely, would also heal and eventually find love once again. Death is part of the lessons we are to learn on earth, and my death was an important lesson for those involved in my life. I was shown my funeral, taught how to be near those I loved, and told I could eventually communicate with those whose spirits were open. I could accept this. They would be fine. I was feeling lighter all the time.
But wait... my son. I couldn't leave my son! Babies need their mommies. I needed to be his mommy. I couldn't let go. So much patience was shown to me—so much love. My guides explained that the feelings I was having were still a connection to my human side. Once my human-ness wore off, I would feel light as air, utter happiness, and extreme love. Words do not do the feelings justice. They worked to help me throw off my human weight. The feelings were so great and seemed to pull me in stronger and stronger, yet my connection to my son was so strong. We wandered in this beautiful place for what seemed an eternity. We discussed my life, we discussed religion, and we discussed secrets of the soul that, as humans, we must forget, lest we'd never be able to thrive on earth. All the while, I was in awe. Some things were just as I always dreamed an afterlife would be; some I was just plain wrong, and I remember thinking, "Wow." Where were my other loved ones? When could I see my other grandparents who had passed? In time—they were on a different plane. When my transition was complete, I could choose to go to other levels when I was ready.
Every now and then, thoughts of my son would make me heavy once again. I couldn't bear the thought of him growing up without a mother. I was told others would be a mother for me. First grandparents, and then they showed me Jake's life. He was the most beautiful boy, so happy, but with a touch of sadness that seemed to pierce his soul. This was his lesson to tackle. He knew, coming into this life, the main lessons he was to learn. It was meant to be. I saw a new mom for Jake when he was about 7 or 8. A beautiful woman, kind-hearted, who definitely cared for Jake and treated him well, but she was to have her own child with my widowed husband, and the love she showed for her own child was different and unequal to the love she showed for my child—her stepchild. This isn't what I dreamed for Jake. This couldn't be. I was happy for my husband. He was okay. He was happy. My son was a different story.
Other lessons were learned in the constant, patient job of transitioning me to the other side. I had to let go. At times, I became hysterical, and then moments later, I was calm and serene. I saw a girl child who had been meant in Jake's place, but before conception, plans changed, and there was a need for Jake's spirit to take her place. There was much upheaval that Jake could help mend (and he did). At a time when I felt the closest to accepting my death, I experienced a resurgence of sorrow and pain, longing for my son, for my life. I couldn't let go of my human life. My guides tried their hardest. They never gave up; they never became discouraged. It is unbelievable the amount of patience and love they exuded.
Finally, my hysteria was calmed by a higher spirit who seemed to envelop me in love. My guides were instructed to allow me to return. Despite their pleas to allow them more time, they were told that my spirit would not rest. It was best to let me return, to settle my spirit, and learn further lessons. My pleading won my return for the time being. I understood, before my descent, that my friends and family had lessons that were being postponed, but they would have to learn the lessons at some point that my death taught. Arrangements were made for when, where, and how my spirit would return; what lessons I was to have enriched or acquire new. Some lessons learned in my arrival on the other side would have to be forgotten, and it was not good for my soul to know when I was dying again, or else as a human, I would focus on only that, especially as the time neared.
The last things I remember were being taken back to the accident site, and just before my descent, I was told when my children were older, it would be time to come home for good. I accepted it immediately, but then, wait! What qualifies as older? Does it mean only a few years older? Teenagers? Will I live to see them marry and have their own children? This was a difficult aspect to deal with immediately after the accident. I had a life with my son again. I had to spend it right, for I had no idea how much longer I had left. I was told I was lucky to survive. A large utility truck ran a red light and hit the driver's side of my tiny compact car. Despite wearing a seatbelt, the doctors say I would not have survived if it were not for the airbags opening, something that is not supposed to happen in a side impact.
The first year after the accident was an attempt to live the best I could, the happiest I could. I was suffering, however, from severe pain from a fractured shoulder bone, broken ribs, and two hip fractures. I was told the pain should disappear in six months to a year at the worst. Three years later, the pain has not gone away. The second year, however, seemed to be the worst. I became so suicidal. All I wanted to do was to return to this place, this life that was so awesome, so love-filled, and so joyous. My son, and later my daughter, were the only things that made me go on. I was here for them. Today, only three years later, I have accepted my return to earth, long to return to my afterlife home, and struggle to find peace and happiness until my time here comes to its final end.
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Just NDEs Episode 4 - David's Near Death Experience
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Episode 4:
David’s Near Death Experience
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
December 22, 1986
Event Description:
At 4:15 PM on December 22, 1986, I felt as though I was dying, really dying. I lay down and was soon flooded by the most intensely bright white light filled with the most awesome Power and Love in the universe. In the light, I heard the thunderous fluttering winds and the most beautiful sounds of angels' voices singing louder than the thunderous winds. My body was becoming paralyzed with the power of the Light. The Love was overwhelming to me. I was terrified of losing control over my bodily functions—desire to be in control, desire itself, movement, thought, everything human was dying in this light.
When it swallowed me whole, an explosion of Ecstasy and Love started from my belly and expanded into the light itself. Soon, I became the Light and became Innocence, Love, Ecstasy, Peace, Power, Beauty, and Wisdom of the Light. Like a mother carrying a child in her arms, the light carried me upwards at tremendous speed. The Light itself spoke to me, and I knew it was God, the Power that created the whole universe. The Light told me this first clear light heaven I was in (which was a million times brighter than any love I ever felt on earth) was filled with countless paradise planets. I looked down at my body, and it was made of white light but still had a luminous human form.
I spent some time there but was taken higher, where the Joy and Glory of God were crushing me to the point that I could not bear the Ecstasy any longer. Thus, I exploded into a new light and Glory of Innocence, Love, Ecstasy, Peace, Power, and Wisdom one million times brighter than the first Heaven. My new body was brighter and clearer and could somehow withstand this exponential increase in Glory. I was told this Second Heaven was filled with countless paradise planets. In each ascending Heaven, the Glory of these qualities in the light multiplied another million times. It is inconceivable how bright and beautiful life is in these heavens to any mind alone, separate from this light. I was taken to the point where the Ecstasy and Love were so overwhelming that I could barely stand the levels of cosmic energy and Ecstasy any longer.
I exploded into a new light one million times brighter than the Second Heaven; thus the Third Heaven. Here, my body was still human but had so much white light shining from it I could not believe my eyes. I could see for millions of miles with perfect clarity. The sounds of the Angels' singing were so beautiful, thunderous, and Glorious above me, I felt as if their sound vibrations were filled with wisdom (so sophisticated) that these sound vibrations were actually creating life and myriad possibilities in the universe: that Angelic sounds were not just singing for the fun of it alone, but were creating with sounds.
I sped through this Third Heaven and was taken into the fourth where the Glory of God was so bright. I felt any being here was beyond even inconceivable Glory. My body was so bright here that it had little remains of the human form. The Glory was so bright and filled with these qualities; I told God, "I can't take any more. You are far greater than I ever imagined God to be by inconceivable measure. Whole galaxies of energy could be created by this light."
I asked God not to take me higher, but God did. At this point, because the Glory was so bright and beyond my abilities, this amazing quality, descending down from the even brighter light above me. I do not think there are any planets up here, but perhaps beings live inside of stars here. The Grace of God, the most beautiful and poetic quality of God, came down like millions of leaves falling in harmony and stilled and purified the Ecstasy and Glory to the point that I could bear it. I could write a whole chapter on Grace and not do it justice.
Then I was taken into the Fifth Heaven. My body was now like a giant sun. It had no human form anymore. The Glory here was unspeakable. What goes on here is truly unbelievable for human beings.
I stayed there for some time and was taken into the Sixth Heaven, which is a million times brighter than the Fifth. I will not speak about how bright God is here. The Angels were singing so loud that no human ears could hear this music of the universe. My body was an even brighter sun merged into the central light of God.
I was then taken into the Seventh Heaven, and what happens there is so far beyond my abilities, God brought me down. I only lasted ten seconds in the Seventh Heaven. Whole galaxies could be created with the light there with total ease. Any beings that can go there are millions of years more evolved than I am. To think that in each of these higher heavens the Light and Glory of Innocence, Love, Ecstasy, Peace, Power, Beauty, Grace, and Wisdom multiply a million times over the preceding heaven makes it so difficult to pass through and live in.
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Just NDEs Episode 3 - Sarah's Near Death Experience
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Episode 3:
Sarah’s Near Death Experience
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
August, 1989
Event Description:
In August of 1989, I was bicycling home from a volunteer position around 10 p.m. As I was coming up on a light, I was hit from behind by a pickup truck traveling at approximately 50 mph. The bike and I were slammed against the truck. As the driver slammed on the brakes, I was catapulted 60 feet through the air to land on the shoulder of the road. My lungs collapsed, most of my internal organs ruptured, and I broke my pelvis and several ribs. I was pretty close to roadkill. Fortunately, a police officer was nearby and able to radio for an ambulance quickly. I, as I know myself, have no memory of the preceding events.
This is what I remember: One moment I was riding my bike and the next, I was in a place of complete darkness. I had no sense of direction or perspective, but I did have an awareness of my body, that is, I still had one. Off in the "distance," I began to notice a hum and a pinprick of light. The sound began to grow louder, and the light seemed to be coming toward me. As the object drew closer, I noticed that it was a fantastic demonic creature surrounded by flames with huge eyes and teeth dancing toward me, slavering and growling. There was menace in its gaze as it smashed its teeth and stuck out a long, slobbering orange tongue at me. I was riveted to the "spot" in the dark where I stood. There seemed to be nowhere to go to avoid the thing as the creature was advancing at an increasing speed determined to intercept me. I stood my "ground" and closed my eyes, expecting to be engulfed in flames or devoured or both. Instead, I had an awareness of the creature slowly passing painlessly through my body, and I turned an inward eye to it only to discover that the creature was laughing with glee as it melted through me. It exited with a pop behind me, and suddenly I was flying forward very fast through the dark.
As I flew, two more of the demon creatures came toward me displaying different colors but still fearsome. Armed with my knowledge of the first one, I allowed these beings to approach and pass through me. Soon I came to the entrance of a tunnel in the black. The tunnel seemed to be constructed of gray cloudlike material and wound far away and up to the right. Then it branched, and I couldn't see where it led. From the branching on the right extended a yellow-white light that helped to softly illuminate the tunnel. I glanced down at myself and noticed that my body was gone. It had been replaced by a blue-white light, sort of equi-limbed cross/star that pulsed. This "seemed" natural and pleasant to me at the time. It was very freeing to no longer be attached to a weighty form.
Looking back into the tunnel, I noticed there were doorways on both sides of the structure. A few other cross/stars were wandering about in the tunnel, some blue like myself, some amber-colored. Two other blue cross/stars appeared beside me and gently propelled me into the tunnel. I floated along and up, observing that some "doorways" were open while others seemed to have been shut. The first doorway I peered into resembled a classic Hell. There was the sound of shrieking and agonizing screams. Naked human beings were strewn about a blasted landscape with pools of bubbling excrement and jagged boulders. Devils and other animals were torturing people in all imaginable ways, and people were also torturing each other.
As I neared the doorway to this sinister scene, I felt a sucking sensation drawing me in like a whirlpool, and I found myself "flying" above the miserable landscape. The smell was putrid, and the heat was almost unbearable, but a part of me was fascinated by the seemingly infinite varieties of pain and anguish that were being inflicted on the inhabitants of this realm. Most of me wanted to leave, so I had no difficulty, and my feeling was that anyone could leave if they wished. I felt that no one or nothing had put those people in captivity except their belief in the agony they continued to suffer. I "flew" back to the doorway, which was clearly visible from everywhere in the "Hell." I left with nothing but joy, but I still had a sense of myself as apart from that joy.
The next doorway in the tunnel wasn't much better. As far as the eye could see, people walked on barren yellow ground with their heads down, completely engrossed in their own depressed self-pitying thoughts, unaware that anyone else was around them. A great feeling of loneliness and isolation emanated from the scene, and I shied away from getting too close, although no sucking sensation was felt near this opening in the cloud tunnel.
I flew along further up the tunnel and glanced in other doorways, but the next one that made a lasting impression on me was a world of almost indescribable beauty. I looked upon a beautiful wooded garden with fountains and waterfalls and streams and bridges that glowed and sparkled with iridescent colors. A close depiction of the beauty of this world has been captured by the artist Gilbert Williams, whose work I discovered several years after my NDE. A feeling of peace and harmony flowed from this scene, and I moved toward the doorway with a great desire to enter. As I began to go through the opening, my "nose" encountered what felt like plastic wrap webbing. I pushed forward but was gently rebuffed, and a voice said, "You do not have the information to enter this world." At the time, I remember feeling disappointed but not judged as unworthy, just uninformed.
I then turned my attention to the light that was glowing around the fork to the right. I entered into the light and was transformed by a feeling of utter absolute joy. There was nothing but joy. I said to the light "I'm here," and the light said "Great" in a voice that rang with happiness and bliss. I gave myself up to the bliss and learned many things that sound corny when described but are truths for me that resonate through me now and forever. I learned that I am eternal and though I may experience many forms of death, I will always know who I am. I have nothing to fear, only more to experience, and I am the one that ultimately chooses what I experience. It sounds hokey, but believe me, it feels really, really good to know these things inside yourself. Eventually, I became disenchanted with eternal bliss and decided to leave. I said to the light "I'm leaving," and the light said "Great," continuing its utter joyous and blissful existence unaltered in any way by my presence.
I floated back down the tunnel, glancing about me in continued wonder, eventually settling on the threshold of a doorway that looked into outer space. Pieces of rock floated by, and in the distance, planets and galaxies spun and whirled. A rather conflicting feeling of both serenity and adventure surrounded me as I gazed upon the silent scene. The entrance to the tunnel was nearby, and I could hear voices shouting "Don't go Sarah! What about Zane?" (My son who was five at the time of this incident). I grew annoyed at these voices because I wasn't intending to "go" anywhere, and of course, I was going to be there to watch Zane grow up. Another being appeared beside me, and we "talked" about my options. We heard a voice say, "If you pass through this door, you can't come back."
My next conscious memory was of lying in a hospital bed with uncountable tubes sticking into me and a respirator tube in my mouth. I was full of joy and humming with power, although I was unable to move any part of my body of my own volition. I was also full of pain, and that sensation quickly oriented me to my physical self again.
I have had to face many trials and challenges since my NDE, including complete loss of identity, disability, poverty, loss of friends due to their inability to understand how the experience changed me, and chronic pain. But the knowledge of the eternity of my spirit and the freedom from the fear of death have created in me a foundation of peace that no temporary physical condition can shake. I have a great wish, that everyone could experience the wonders I have without having to suffer the trauma I did, for it would transform the world.
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Just NDEs Episode 2 - When Death Stood Still
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Episode 2:
When Time Stood Still
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
May 3, 1969
B Company, 2nd Battalion, 47th Mechanized Infantry, 9th Infantry Division
Event Description:
It was toward the end of the dry season, and my platoon was pulling out. Our mission was simple: drive down the road, show the flag, and make sure that we still had the right-of-way. The two slowly moving tracks (armored personnel carriers) in front of mine were already kicking up the pulverized dirt road into little clouds of dust. Lady, the platoon mascot, trotted alongside, wagging her tail. She no longer went with us ever since a mine had blown up the track that she had been riding on. I exchanged my cloth hat for a helmet, put on my wire-rimmed sunglasses, and half-cocked the .50 caliber machine gun as we passed through the base camp gate and picked up speed. Lady stopped a few feet beyond the gate and watched us go.
Our four tracks soon achieved a monotonous but comfortable 40 mph, which created a welcome breeze. To either side of the road for mile after mile lay a gridwork of rice-paddy dikes dividing the land into tidy rectangles of various sizes. The pale yellow stubble of last season's crop failed to hide the earth in the fields. Separated by cracks an inch wide, the clay soil of the paddies had dried into flagstone-sized blocks. Although the land was flat, the fields did not extend far into the distance but rather ended abruptly at the ubiquitous wood line.
This woods was composed of thick, lush, green nipa-palm and stood from twenty to thirty feet tall. From no place in the Mekong River Delta could one escape from being completely surrounded by it. Sometimes it might be a couple of miles away, and at others, only a few hundred feet. It grew where the delta distributaries were, and they, like a root system, were everywhere. "We" controlled the larger towns and villages, the roads, the skies, the major waterways, and the rice paddies. The wood line belonged to "Charlie."
With diesel engines roaring and trailing a huge, mile-long cloud of dust, the column began to approach one of the spots where the dreaded jungle wall squeezed in on the road from both sides. Instinctively, I began to watch the wood line more closely. All of a sudden, a very large anti-tank mine was command-detonated eight feet directly beneath my lil' ol' lily-white ss. I immediately knew what was happening (because my track had been blown up before just three weeks prior to this), and thought to myself, "Oh sht, here we go again." I was catapulted upwards along with everyone and everything else. People, dust, weapons, ammunition, helmets, and C-ration boxes formed an expanding inverted cone with myself in the middle.
On the journey upward, external time decelerated. The rates of the rotations of all of the objects surrounding me rapidly decreased—in an apparent violation of the law of conservation of angular momentum. I was fascinated by the unnatural ever-slowing gyrations of the bodies of my comrades and wondered, "Is this the end? Are we all dead?" At the apex of my trajectory, time stopped completely and an inexplicable calm descended. The state of consciousness that then prevailed was as to the normal waking state as the normal waking state is to a dream. Whatever It was, It was peaceful, omnipresent (temporally and spatially), omniscient, and absorbed everything into an indivisible Whole.
The entire universe past, present, and future collapsed down to a single Center upon which everything depends for its existence. It is That which does not change. It is the "Light" of Pure Consciousness which illuminates all things. It is the ultimate meaning of the enigmatic Biblical passage, "The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light" (Matt. 6:22). It is the great Nothing—for it includes all things, and therefore, is Itself not a thing. That's how It gets to be the All-in-All.
Furthermore, there was (and still is) absolutely no doubt as to Its authenticity any more than one would doubt upon awakening from a dream that the waking state is "real" and that the dream was "just a dream." In short, God Himself took over my reins in the sense that "I" no longer existed as a distinct entity—only He exists. There was an overwhelming feeling of bliss, love, compassion, and strangely enough, a foudroyant sense of déjà vu. The knowledge obtained that the True Home and the True Self of all things had been miraculously revealed.
The events of my life up to that point were unhurriedly and nonjudgmentally reviewed in great detail—not in chronological order, but somehow all at once—although some events were emphasized more intensely than others. Subsequently, "I" was allowed to exist again (there was no choice in the matter—it simply happened) and was given the opportunity to be aware of anything that I wanted to be aware of with the understanding that time was not a factor; indeed, there was "all the time in the world." I proceeded to focus on this or that aspect of my life and concluded that there wasn't too much to be ashamed of. Actually, I made extremely poor use of this gift, but then, I was just a naive 22-year-old with a somewhat skewed concept of relative importance.
I could "see" a 360-degree panorama of the road, the wood lines on either side, and the other three tracks of my platoon (two in front and one behind us). The entire episode seemed to be housed in my head, but I was uncertain whether or not my head was still attached to the rest of my body—although, under the circumstances, this point did not seem important one way or the other. In other words, I really didn't care if my life was to be snuffed out or not within the next few seconds. I was then gently (but unequivocally) "informed" that I would survive the explosion without serious injury and even that I would make it out of Vietnam in one piece. So, selfishly, I turned my attention to the immediate situation and very calmly and deliberately concluded that I should: 1) stay conscious so as not to drown in two inches of rice-paddy water, 2) stay loose so as to break as few bones as possible, and 3) roll away from the track so that it wouldn't crush me to death if it tipped over. Only after my mind had run out of things to decide on did time start to rush back in. The transcendental state of consciousness terminated and I reverted back to the normal waking state. I could see the ground about 20 feet below me and began to fall toward it.
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Wendy Z's Shared Death Experience - Just NDEs Episode 1
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Episode 1:
Wendy Z’s Shared Death Experience
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
August 20, 2007
Event Description:
My maternal grandfather was fighting in WWII. He was hit by a train and sustained a head injury. His doctors claimed this injury is what caused his brain tumor some 60 years later. It was an inoperable brain tumor, so he started radiation therapy.
My grandfather was always working on or repairing something in the workshop or shed. I was one of his seven grandchildren and one of two of his female grandchildren. There was at least one or more grandson helping him. Being a girl, I didn't really care to be working on dirty machinery. So, we didn't spend a lot of time together and were not particularly close. But family, in general, was very important to him.
His radiation therapy appointments became a little taxing on our family. My grandmother never drove and his children and grandchildren worked during the day. All except me. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time, with my children in school for the better part of the day. I volunteered to help get him back and forth to his doctor appointments. It was during these trips that he and I got to know each other a little better. He would tell me jokes during the car rides. This went on for months.
At some point, we were made aware that the radiation wasn't helping shrink the brain tumor. There were more aggressive, experimental treatments available but my grandfather was done. He declined the treatment and settled on hospice care. Early on in hospice care, there were still emergency room visits to help maintain his condition and keep him as comfortable as possible. During one of these visits, my aunt mentioned his care becoming 'too much' and she wanted to look into a hospice facility instead of hospice at-home care. My cousin and I adamantly rejected this suggestion; and we both volunteered to take over his daily care. I believe this is why I was included in his death experience.
Another aunt and I ended up providing most of his care at my aunt and uncle's house. I live 30 minutes away from her. I was there every day for weeks. His death was clearly coming as all the signs the hospice nurses talk about were present. I decided I was going to spend the night. I phoned my husband to make arrangements for our children so I could stay. That evening the rest of the family headed home. I was standing on the front porch waving goodbye to my mother when I noticed the full moon and one single cloud in the night sky.
I don't know why this caught my attention, but while standing there I heard a very strong voice come from inside of me telling me to go home for the night. I argued with the voice, with my reasons for wanting to stay. More firmly, the voice told me to go home. So I do. I explain to my aunt that I've changed my mind and I'm going home. She seemed confused, but hugged me goodbye.
It was already late when I decided to leave. As soon as I got home, I showered and got ready for bed. It was a long, taxing day and I was exhausted. I fell asleep fast.
The next thing I know, I'm back at my aunt and uncle's house, standing on the front porch and staring at the single cloud in the night sky. My grandfather is next to me. I can't see him, as much as I feel him. I feel both of us get sucked into a tunnel along with my grandfather's guide in front of us. I sense him as male, although I see him as light. I can see 360 degrees around me. I can even 'look down' at me and grandfather. In the blink of an eye, we are moving at what I can only guess is the speed of light. The guide first, with my grandfather and I, side by side right behind him. We are moving incredibly fast and the tunnel is long and winding. You can liken the tunnel to being on a super-fast, winding rollercoaster. The tunnel is very, very long. At each turn, I think we will be at our destination, but we keep going. I remember feeling like a small child thinking, 'Are we there yet?' I can see the universe outside the tunnel walls and the stars look like streaks. It looked very much like warp speed is shown on 'Star Wars.' As I watch, I know what I'm seeing and that seems completely normal to me. I did not feel like I was somewhere I shouldn't be. I didn't think I had died. Everything that was happening and seeing was completely normal to me. But I was curious what was next.
After what felt like a long ride in a short amount of time, we came to an abrupt stop. We are still in the tunnel and I realize that I can no longer join them. I can't cross this point. I don't see a door, but I feel the tunnel ahead of us opens. My grandfather goes first, his guide goes next, and I feel the tunnel close. I'm suddenly very aware of how lonely and cold I am. I hadn't noticed the warm, comfortable light coming from my grandfather's guide until it was gone. A ringing phone draws me back into my body as I wake up feeling a buzzing sensation. I answer the phone, it's my mother calling me to let me know that grandfather had passed. I said, 'I know.'
I've always had premonitions in real life and in dreams, so this experience didn't seem strange to me. Although, I wasn't sure why I had it. I didn't know it was a shared death experience. Several months after this experience on a Sunday morning, that same voice told me to make dinner and take it over to my parents' house that evening. Again, I tried to argue with the voice. It insisted that I must make dinner and take it to my parents' house with my husband and children. I called my mother to confirm the plans. I did as I was told and took dinner and a cake to my parents' house. We all had a nice dinner and visit. We left around 9:00 p.m. and went home to put our children to bed. I received a phone call around two in the morning that my step-dad had been taken to the hospital for chest pain. I needed to meet my mom, aunt, and uncle at the hospital. It was a small-town hospital, and the paramedics decided en route to take him to a heart hospital over an hour away. When my step-dad was lifted into the ambulance, he was awake and talking. This change of plans was confusing to us. On the drive to the heart hospital, I had a vision of my step-dad lying in a casket. I knew he had died. He had actually died en route.
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Just NDEs
Episode number X:
Wendy Z’s Near Death Experience
Source:
nderf.org
Set and Setting:
08202007
Event Description:
My maternal grandfather was fighting in WWII. He was hit by a train and sustained a head injury. His doctors claimed this injury is what caused his brain tumor some 60 years later. It was an inoperable brain tumor, so he started radiation therapy.
My grandfather was always working on or repairing something in the workshop or shed. I was one of his seven grandchildren and one of two of his female grandchildren. There was at least one or more grandson helping him. Being a girl, I didn't really care to be working on dirty machinery. So, we didn't spend a lot of time together and were not particularly close. But family, in general, was very important to him.
His radiation therapy appointments became a little taxing on our family. My grandmother never drove and his children and grandchildren worked during the day. All except me. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time, with my children in school for the better part of the day. I volunteered to help get him back and forth to his doctor appointments. It was during these trips that he and I got to know each other a little better. He would tell me jokes during the car rides. This went on for months.
At some point, we were made aware that the radiation wasn't helping shrink the brain tumor. There were more aggressive, experimental treatments available but my grandfather was done. He declined the treatment and settled on hospice care. Early on in hospice care, there were still emergency room visits to help maintain his condition and keep him as comfortable as possible. During one of these visits, my aunt mentioned his care becoming 'too much' and she wanted to look into a hospice facility instead of hospice at-home care. My cousin and I adamantly rejected this suggestion; and we both volunteered to take over his daily care. I believe this is why I was included in his death experience.
Another aunt and I ended up providing most of his care at my aunt and uncle's house. I live 30 minutes away from her. I was there every day for weeks. His death was clearly coming as all the signs the hospice nurses talk about were present. I decided I was going to spend the night. I phoned my husband to make arrangements for our children so I could stay. That evening the rest of the family headed home. I was standing on the front porch waving goodbye to my mother when I noticed the full moon and one single cloud in the night sky.
I don't know why this caught my attention, but while standing there I heard a very strong voice come from inside of me telling me to go home for the night. I argued with the voice, with my reasons for wanting to stay. More firmly, the voice told me to go home. So I do. I explain to my aunt that I've changed my mind and I'm going home. She seemed confused, but hugged me goodbye.
It was already late when I decided to leave. As soon as I got home, I showered and got ready for bed. It was a long, taxing day and I was exhausted. I fell asleep fast.
The next thing I know, I'm back at my aunt and uncle's house, standing on the front porch and staring at the single cloud in the night sky. My grandfather is next to me. I can't see him, as much as I feel him. I feel both of us get sucked into a tunnel along with my grandfather's guide in front of us. I sense him as male, although I see him as light. I can see 360 degrees around me. I can even 'look down' at me and grandfather. In the blink of an eye, we are moving at what I can only guess is the speed of light. The guide first, with my grandfather and I, side by side right behind him. We are moving incredibly fast and the tunnel is long and winding. You can liken the tunnel to being on a super-fast, winding rollercoaster. The tunnel is very, very long. At each turn, I think we will be at our destination, but we keep going. I remember feeling like a small child thinking, 'Are we there yet?' I can see the universe outside the tunnel walls and the stars look like streaks. It looked very much like warp speed is shown on 'Star Wars.' As I watch, I know what I'm seeing and that seems completely normal to me. I did not feel like I was somewhere I shouldn't be. I didn't think I had died. Everything that was happening and seeing was completely normal to me. But I was curious what was next.
After what felt like a long ride in a short amount of time, we came to an abrupt stop. We are still in the tunnel and I realize that I can no longer join them. I can't cross this point. I don't see a door, but I feel the tunnel ahead of us opens. My grandfather goes first, his guide goes next, and I feel the tunnel close. I'm suddenly very aware of how lonely and cold I am. I hadn't noticed the warm, comfortable light coming from my grandfather's guide until it was gone. A ringing phone draws me back into my body as I wake up feeling a buzzing sensation. I answer the phone, it's my mother calling me to let me know that grandfather had passed. I said, 'I know.'
I've always had premonitions in real life and in dreams, so this experience didn't seem strange to me. Although, I wasn't sure why I had it. I didn't know it was a shared death experience. Several months after this experience on a Sunday morning, that same voice told me to make dinner and take it over to my parents' house that evening. Again, I tried to argue with the voice. It insisted that I must make dinner and take it to my parents' house with my husband and children. I called my mother to confirm the plans. I did as I was told and took dinner and a cake to my parents' house. We all had a nice dinner and visit. We left around 9:00 p.m. and went home to put our children to bed. I received a phone call around two in the morning that my step-dad had been taken to the hospital for chest pain. I needed to meet my mom, aunt, and uncle at the hospital. It was a small-town hospital, and the paramedics decided en route to take him to a heart hospital over an hour away. When my step-dad was lifted into the ambulance, he was awake and talking. This change of plans was confusing to us. On the drive to the heart hospital, I had a vision of my step-dad lying in a casket. I knew he had died. He had actually died en route.
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