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Near-Death Experience

I am now sixty five and still remember what I have, after many years, come to accept as a near death or death experience when I was four years old.  In 1951, my family lived in a small town in the western foothills of South Carolina.  Late one summer evening my parents found me outside, lying on the ground and unconscious.  I remember over a period of several days before that I had complained of a stomach ache. 

My parents took me to the only hospital in the area-a small country hospital with limited medical services.  The doctor on duty was a young general practitioner who diagnosed a ruptured appendix and immediately started  abdominal surgery.  He found, however, a significant and  large abdominal infection.  The doctor later told my parents that I was literally dying on the table and he quickly did what he could as he felt he did not have time to even call a New York specialist to help with the surgery.  He also told them he doubted that I would survive and to make funeral arrangements. 

I woke up from a coma three days later in the hospital and, as I was only four, did not understand what had happened and where I was.  I did remember at the time, however, that I had recently been in a room on a table with a doctor and nurses around me.  I remember to this day that I was literally floating in the air very near the ceiling of the room.  I felt very warm, calm and without the abdominal pain I remembered.  I was floating just above a large central light over the table below and thought that the light was keeping me warm.  I could see that my body was below me on the table and the doctor and nurses were moving about quickly, frantically trying to complete the surgery. 

During this time, I was not concerned with the body below and just observed the activity.  Soon, however, I became aware of a limitless darkness around and above me as I floated near the ceiling.  I also realized that I could see a very bright white light way off in the blackness and began to feel that I should move toward the light.  It seemed to beckon with a promise of incredible love and warmth that I desperately wanted to experience.  However, at about the same time, I "knew" that I must return to the body below as my life was not complete and there were many things I must do before my life in this world ended.  My next memory was waking from a coma in the hospital room three days later.  My father believed all of his life that the only reason I survived was because the young doctor had recently returned from a year in a Korean War MASH unit and was used to difficult abdominal and infection wounds.

During this experience, I saw only the infinite darkness and the distant beckoning light.  I did not see any beings and did not knowingly "communicate" with anyone.  At the time, I felt completely at peace even though I knew I must return to my damaged earthly body.  There may have been more to this experience, however, I do not remember anything else. 

In the years after this experience, I did not know how to explain this memory and thought perhaps it was just a dream.  I kept this memory in the back of my mind for many years and only recently began to share it with family and a few close friends after I read about others who have had similar experiences.

Now, even at 65, I know that I have not finished what I must do in this life, even though I do not yet know what the future may hold.  After all of the years, however, I continue to remember my experience with an incredible calm and peace that I have not felt (and do not expect to feel) in this earthly life.

-Submitted by D.A. (California)


After-Death Communication

My husband died from a heart attack when he was only 52.  He was very healthy and had just retired from the military, so we were looking forward to the years ahead. His death was completely unexpected and, as you can imagine, devastating. We have three grown children that I am very close to.  Shortly after he died, I was in bed with my eyes closed but not asleep. I felt a very gentle kiss on my lips and I knew, without a doubt, that it was him. I did not see him, but I could clearly feel his presence. It was wonderful and very comforting. When I told my children about this they looked at me funny and told me I must have been sleeping and it was a grief-induced dream.  I know it wasn't.
- Submitted by Laura G. (Detroit, MI)


Nearing-Death Awareness

I work for a transport program and a few years ago, I was helping to load an elderly man onto an airplane so he could go for a heart transplant. He was gravely ill but awake and alert with a good heart rate and blood pressure. His family was present and visibly upset, crying. I asked his daughter if I could help her in any way and she said, "No, no one can help us right now. My dad is acting crazy, he's delirious. He keeps talking about the soldiers he sees in the corner of the room. They are from WW II. He keeps telling us they want him to go with them. He seems OK otherwise. I just don't understand it".  I thought to myself how sad this was - maybe he really was seeing the soldiers and needed to talk to his family about dying, but they weren't able to have this conversation.

- Karen C. (Columbus, OH)


After-Death Communication

I was an only child and very close to my mother. I took her death very hard.  A few months after she died, I was lying in bed trying to sleep but couldn't.  I opened my eyes and there she was - at the foot of my bed smiling at me.  She didn't say anything but she looked years younger than when she had died and seemed to be lit up, glowing almost. I know she was trying to tell me she was fine.  It felt wonderful to see her and helped me a lot in the years ahead.  This experience happened 20 years ago and I've never told anyone about it until now - I didn't want people to think I was crazy.

- Submitted by Mary H. (Columbus, OH)


Near-Death Experience

I am a nurse and was working in the Emergency Department when a 28 year old man came in for stitches on his face after falling in the bathroom. He lived with his parents and they came in with him.  His parents explained that their son had permanent weakness and brain damage after being in a car accident a few years before. They told me that is why he fell in the bathroom, from the weakness. They then went on to say it was a miracle he survived the accident  as his breathing and heart stopped shortly after the paramedics got to the scene. They were told he was dead.  I have heard about near-death experiences and was curious to see if maybe this man had experienced one so I asked him if he remembered the accident.  He smiled at me and nodded his head yes.  He then slowly recalled what happened - he remembered being "outside my body watching as the paramedics tried to get me breathing again - they were working so hard crawling in the car.  I felt fine and tried to tell them that but I couldn't get their attention".  He also remembers "talking to my uncle and my grandfather - we had a nice conversation.  I am not afraid at all of dying." His experience is very similar to what I've read about in books.

- Submitted by L.C.  (Marysville, OH)


Near-Death Experience

I was 5 years old and swimming in a small backyard pool.  My mom was hanging up laundry behind the pool and my sister and our friend were chatting animatedly on a raft.  As I swam underwater like a frog, I suddenly realized that I couldn't get up for air because the rafts were jammed together, and I was too weak.  I was very scared at first, and then I felt a complete calmness and lack of fear.  I knew I was going to die.  Then, I was out of my body and watching it all from above the pool.  No one knew I was lying on the bottom, dying.  I could see everything, including my mom with a wooden clothes pin in her mouth.  Next, I was enveloped in a loving white light.  That's when my life review began.  I couldn't see the pool anymore but felt like I was in empty white space.  My entire life flashed before my eyes in what seemed like seconds.  Yet, there was a complete understanding that surrounded it - like I knew volumes in those few brief moments.  I saw every single thing that had ever happened to me, including a birthday party and small details of my life that I had forgotten about.  I no longer felt like a child but like a soul analyzing the experience.  I could sense female beings behind me, like stern but loving teachers.  They watched, as well, and helped me see how I had not been very kind to others in my five short years - I had a fiery temper to match my red hair.  As soon as I came to this realization, the review was over and I was, once again, watching the scene from above the pool.  I thought again, "I'm going to die.  No one knows I'm down there."  I could suddenly see through the rafts and my tiny body lying on the bottom of the pool, motionless.  Then, my sister stopped talking, perking her head up as if she heard my thoughts.  "Where's Kathy?? she asked frantically.  "Where's Kathy!  Oh my God, she's down there!"  She must have seen me because the next thing I remember I was gasping for air.  Then, I was out of the pool and my mother squatted down to my level.  "I almost died!" I told them.  My mother assured me that I "did not almost die" and that "I was perfectly fine."   I never stopped insisting that I almost died and never forgot the memory.  From that moment on, I became totally driven with my writing.  I went on to author four spiritual/metaphysical books and now dedicate my life to helping others.  My dad also told me recently that I nearly drowned at the age of four, as well, when he found me lying on the bottom of a lake.  I now feel this was a "failed attempt at an NDE" by my soul, which obviously wanted me to have that experience.  I wonder if God sometimes plucks children off earth and briefly takes them back to heaven so they will remember their earthly purpose.  It was not until years later that I realized that my childhood memory was actually a near-death experience.

I believe the most important lesson from my NDE is that we need to treat others with love and kindness.  My spirit guide also taught me that it doesn't matter if you help people through books and traveling the world or if you help save a dying plant - both are equally important.  What matters is the act of helping others and to "walk with love in all you do".

- Submitted by Kathryn Diamond (Galway, NY) Please visit:  www.rachelsmagicswing.com  or  www.kdiamondbooks.com


After-Death Communication

This did not happen to me, but it did happen to a friend of mine and I'll try to relay it as she did. Next door to my friends home, there was a family which included a 6 year-old boy. He died in a tragic accident and about 2 weeks after his death, his mother was extremely distraught and crying in her living room. For some reason, she shoved her hand under the sofa pillow and pulled out a drawing, colored with crayons, that this 6 year-old had made. It was a self portrait. He had a big smile on his face and he had drawn an arrow from his body pointing up to a huge bright sun in the sky. This really helped my neighbor as she felt it was a sign that he was OK.

- Submitted by Marilyn (Cincinnati, OH)

 

Near-Death Experience

I want to tell my story because I want the medical community to be open minded to the NDE. If they would stop rolling their eyes, and pay attention, they could see, it can be a sign that a patient is in serious threat of dying , before medical tests reveal it, IF patients are too embarrassed to tell it. That is what happened to me 30 years ago, my doctor and husband were rolling their eyes , when I knew I was dying.

How did I know this for sure? I had just had a NDE as the nurse wheeled me back to a room before I was examined in the Emergency Department. It was 30 years ago, before people even knew what a NDE was. I went to the hospital , 8 weeks pregnant with twins. I had pain in my right hip bone area and felt like I was going to vomit and pass out , but I was too weak to move my hands to pick up the blue bowl from my lap as the nurse pushed me in the wheel chair to be examined by my GYN .Then I died in the wheel chair. The nurse didn't even notice. When I "came to" the nurse was now talking to another female. I was upset she didn't even notice I died, but how could I tell her that? How could I tell my doctor? I needed him to take me seriously, not send me to the Mental Health Unit.

My NDE was undeniable. I went through a tunnel, very fast and heard the sound of wind as I was shot like a rocket through space. Suddenly I stopped and was suspended in a very bright white light. The entire "room" was made of light and I was floating in it. I couldn't see me, as I looked all the way around me, but I still felt like me. I thought I was alone, and was disappointed that this was all there is to Heaven. I didn't like that I was dead, I had 3 little boys at home to raise. I had been abused my entire childhood, and felt a overwhelming need to get back to earth to raise my sons, so nothing like that could ever happen to them. Then I noticed a panel of people, a outline of shadows, then I saw one sitting upfront and center, I knew that was God. I began screaming at him in protest. Basically, hell no I wont go. God let me know through thought, yet I heard him in a authoritative male voice, that I don't run things there, he does, and I was behaving like a spoiled child, in a candy store, kicking and screaming in order to get my way. I knew I needed to switch gears fast, so I humbled myself before him and begged to return to my sons and let him know why. I told him I knew he could see the future, because he is omniscient, if he could look and if my sons would be better off without me I would agree to stay, but if not, if they would be better with me there, I begged to return. Jesus and I was then above our trailer, as if there was no roof, looking down at our 3 boys in the future. They were crying and wishing Mom was here. I was then back in Heaven bawling on the floor in Heaven at Jesus's feet, with remorse for having had my tubes tied and reversed , and causing the tubal pregnancy that not only ended my twins lives, but mine, and it was my fault that I took my self from my boys, not God. I looked up at Jesus, only seeing his feet and sandals, and cried out "Who else will teach them about you?"

Suddenly I was at the lights on the ceiling briefly in the hall of the Emergency Department, and my body was below, then I was back in my body. My head was still down, hanging limp over the bowl in my lap . First my hearing was back, then my hands on the arm rests, then I floated back in , down the rest of my body. Once I felt my feet on the foot rests, I knew I was back .My thoughts were back. As I heard the nurse and the female talking, and felt anger at the nurse for ignoring me , and not knowing I had been dead, I then thought "What the hell was that?!" I couldn't understand what just happened, how could it be ? How was it I was just dead and in Heaven talking to God and Jesus, and now I am back here . A moment must of been all that had passed, but it felt like I was in Heaven at least 15 minutes. I wondered if the nurse had left me alone for awhile, and how long this other woman had been taking her attention away from me. But I knew it was real , and true, and I needed to forget about it and figure out how I was going to get my doctor to take me seriously , and see I am in real danger of dying here. My doctor prepped me for a D &C , but saw my uterus was still intact. The last ultrasound in his office, that confirmed my pregnancy of twins, showed him both babies were in the uterus, so he refused to believe me when I insisted it was a tubal pregnancy. He and my husband looked at me like I was weird, shrugged their shoulders and dismissed my concern.

I never told them what happened. How could I? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't comprehend it. I couldn't process it. I had to focus on survival. The doctor said I could stay all night if it would make me feel better, since I live a hour away. I agreed. I spent the night alone, waking up with pain in my right hip area, sitting up, getting my blue bowl to vomit again, and passing out. I woke up covered in vomit several times. The nurse got made at me because I "wouldn't" use my bowl. She kept having to change my gown and sheets. I told her I was vomiting while passed out, therefore I couldn't hold my bowl. I asked her to call my doctor because something is wrong (since they wouldn't believe my tubal pregnancy self diagnosis ).She refused to call and wake him up. I feared I would die in my sleep, and I believe I would have, or should have, but I believe God was giving me a shot at saving my life, but my time was limited. The next morning they did another ultrasound, having to take me in my bed because I passed out when they set me in a wheel chair, it was then revealed that I had internal bleeding filling my entire abdominal cavity, with blood clear up to my chest. I was sent back to a room to sign away all of my 25 year old organs, and then sent to emergency surgery for the biggest tubal pregnancy the hospital ever saw.

This was 30 years ago, I told my husband a few months after it happened and he believed me. I was afraid to tell very many people back then. The ones I did tell, just looked at me like I was weird, as many still do today. I never have told my doctor, although many times I have been tempted to. He did tell me at my 6 week check up, after loosing the twins, that I taught him to listen to his patients over his tests. I knew I could of sued my doctor . I had called him almost every day leading up to the Emergency Department visit, that I had pain and something was wrong, I could hardly walk . He kept assuring me everything was fine, it was not tubal. You cant sue someone after God let you return to life to raise your sons. It just wouldn't be right. Plus I knew it wasn't his fault, his ultrasound showed both twins were in the uterus. It turned out one was, the other one was stuck, half in the uterus, the other half was stuck in my right tube. They were growing and thriving, but it was killing all 3 of us. In fact it did kill all 3 of us.

I hope someone can learn from my story, and maybe eyes will roll a little less, and a life can be saved because of it. Heaven really is real, and so are God and Jesus. I wouldn't have known this , if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I have no reason to go around making stuff up. People don't fully process their NDE for many years afterwards, sometimes decades. A lot of the reason is, fear. If I could help people be less afraid of telling, that would be awesome. This is not a political issue, it is just life. Like it or not, it is real. If I can come speak to anyone about it, I will be there anytime , anywhere. When I said to God "Who else will teach them about you?" I was meaning my 3 boys, but since I have fully processed my NDE, it was taken on a new meaning. Wouldn't it if it was you? If you were dead and God let you come back to raise your kids, wouldn't your feel a sense of obligation to him? Or would you be too embarrassed, afraid of what people might say about you?I want to tell my story because I want the medical community to be open minded to the NDE. If they would stop rolling their eyes, and pay attention, they could see, it can be a sign that a patient is in serious threat of dying , before medical tests reveal it, IF patients are too embarrassed to tell it. That is what happened to me 30 years ago, my doctor and husband were rolling their eyes , when I knew I was dying. How did I know this for sure? I had just had a NDE as the nurse wheeled me back to a room before I was examined in the Emergency Department. It was 30 years ago, before people even knew what a NDE was. I went to the hospital , 8 weeks pregnant with twins. I had pain in my right hip bone area and felt like I was going to vomit and pass out , but I was too weak to move my hands to pick up the blue bowl from my lap as the nurse pushed me in the wheel chair to be examined by my GYN .Then I died in the wheel chair. The nurse didn't even notice. When I "came to" the nurse was now talking to another female. I was upset she didn't even notice I died, but how could I tell her that? How could I tell my doctor? I needed him to take me seriously, not send me to the Mental Health Unit.

My NDE was undeniable. I went through a tunnel, very fast and heard the sound of wind as I was shot like a rocket through space. Suddenly I stopped and was suspended in a very bright white light. The entire "room" was made of light and I was floating in it. I couldn't see me, as I looked all the way around me, but I still felt like me. I thought I was alone, and was disappointed that this was all there is to Heaven. I didn't like that I was dead, I had 3 little boys at home to raise. I had been abused my entire childhood, and felt a overwhelming need to get back to earth to raise my sons, so nothing like that could ever happen to them. Then I noticed a panel of people, a outline of shadows, then I saw one sitting upfront and center, I knew that was God. I began screaming at him in protest. Basically, hell no I wont go. God let me know through thought, yet I heard him in a authoritative male voice, that I don't run things there, he does, and I was behaving like a spoiled child, in a candy store, kicking and screaming in order to get my way. I knew I needed to switch gears fast, so I humbled myself before him and begged to return to my sons and let him know why. I told him I knew he could see the future, because he is omniscient, if he could look and if my sons would be better off without me I would agree to stay, but if not, if they would be better with me there, I begged to return. Jesus and I was then above our trailer, as if there was no roof, looking down at our 3 boys in the future. They were crying and wishing Mom was here. I was then back in Heaven bawling on the floor in Heaven at Jesus's feet, with remorse for having had my tubes tied and reversed , and causing the tubal pregnancy that not only ended my twins lives, but mine, and it was my fault that I took my self from my boys, not God. I looked up at Jesus, only seeing his feet and sandals, and cried out "Who else will teach them about you?" Suddenly I was at the lights on the ceiling briefly in the hall of the Emergency Department, and my body was below, then I was back in my body. My head was still down, hanging limp over the bowl in my lap . First my hearing was back, then my hands on the arm rests, then I floated back in , down the rest of my body. Once I felt my feet on the foot rests, I knew I was back .My thoughts were back. As I heard the nurse and the female talking, and felt anger at the nurse for ignoring me , and not knowing I had been dead, I then thought "What the hell was that?!" I couldn't understand what just happened, how could it be ? How was it I was just dead and in Heaven talking to God and Jesus, and now I am back here . A moment must of been all that had passed, but it felt like I was in Heaven at least 15 minutes. I wondered if the nurse had left me alone for awhile, and how long this other woman had been taking her attention away from me. But I knew it was real , and true, and I needed to forget about it and figure out how I was going to get my doctor to take me seriously , and see I am in real danger of dying here. My doctor prepped me for a D &C , but saw my uterus was still intact. The last ultrasound in his office, that confirmed my pregnancy of twins, showed him both babies were in the uterus, so he refused to believe me when I insisted it was a tubal pregnancy. He and my husband looked at me like I was weird, shrugged their shoulders and dismissed my concern. I never told them what happened. How could I? I didn't understand it myself. I couldn't comprehend it. I couldn't process it. I had to focus on survival. The doctor said I could stay all night if it would make me feel better, since I live a hour away. I agreed. I spent the night alone, waking up with pain in my right hip area, sitting up, getting my blue bowl to vomit again, and passing out. I woke up covered in vomit several times. The nurse got made at me because I "wouldn't" use my bowl. She kept having to change my gown and sheets. I told her I was vomiting while passed out, therefore I couldn't hold my bowl. I asked her to call my doctor because something is wrong (since they wouldn't believe my tubal pregnancy self diagnosis ).She refused to call and wake him up. I feared I would die in my sleep, and I believe I would have, or should have, but I believe God was giving me a shot at saving my life, but my time was limited. The next morning they did another ultrasound, having to take me in my bed because I passed out when they set me in a wheel chair, it was then revealed that I had internal bleeding filling my entire abdominal cavity, with blood clear up to my chest. I was sent back to a room to sign away all of my 25 year old organs, and then sent to emergency surgery for the biggest tubal pregnancy the hospital ever saw.

This was 30 years ago, I told my husband a few months after it happened and he believed me. I was afraid to tell very many people back then. The ones I did tell, just looked at me like I was weird, as many still do today. I never have told my doctor, although many times I have been tempted to. He did tell me at my 6 week check up, after loosing the twins, that I taught him to listen to his patients over his tests. I knew I could of sued my doctor . I had called him almost every day leading up to the Emergency Department visit, that I had pain and something was wrong, I could hardly walk . He kept assuring me everything was fine, it was not tubal. You cant sue someone after God let you return to life to raise your sons. It just wouldn't be right. Plus I knew it wasn't his fault, his ultrasound showed both twins were in the uterus. It turned out one was, the other one was stuck, half in the uterus, the other half was stuck in my right tube. They were growing and thriving, but it was killing all 3 of us. In fact it did kill all 3 of us. I hope someone can learn from my story, and maybe eyes will roll a little less, and a life can be saved because of it. Heaven really is real, and so are God and Jesus. I wouldn't have known this , if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I have no reason to go around making stuff up. People don't fully process their NDE for many years afterwards, sometimes decades. A lot of the reason is, fear. If I could help people be less afraid of telling, that would be awesome. This is not a political issue, it is just life. Like it or not, it is real. If I can come speak to anyone about it, I will be there anytime , anywhere. When I said to God "Who else will teach them about you?" I was meaning my 3 boys, but since I have fully processed my NDE, it was taken on a new meaning. Wouldn't it if it was you? If you were dead and God let you come back to raise your kids, wouldn't your feel a sense of obligation to him? Or would you be too embarrassed, afraid of what people might say about you?

- Submitted by Pegi (Long Bottom, OH)