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It happened to me more than once. The first time was actually silly when I look back on it. I used to play sports on weekends from morning to night. The first time with a NDE was when I played basketball over a 12 or 15 hour [forgot] stretch. With one group in the morning, another in the afternoon, and another into the night – full court, lots of running. Felt fine, but very exhausted, until my heart gave out later. I was very fast and always running. Never thought about over-doing it back then, that was for old people.
There is a lot of stuff I left out of my essay. The initial experience. How it felt to look down on my body and feel happy I wasn’t trapped by it anymore. How it felt to see for the first time empty space was something else. I was able to look at objects in the room and see them receding backwards in time Stretching backwards into time. Noticing the future was more fuzzy, breaking into different paths, new senses of a sort. I felt THOUGHTS supporting REALITY, but not like the fragile ones which occupy our minds, a deeper type of THOUGHT. I could see THE ESSENCE OF THOUGHT, how it couldn’t be worn down by time [another thought-relationship]. I remember thinking how it was so obvious now that only something like it could endure eternity without wearing away. These underlying THOUGHT STRUCTURES construct REALITY. SOULS were what PURPOSE was really all about. I looked into the fabric of what was, down into the smallest parts, seeing it floated off NOTHING. And looking around me, all around me, into what seemed outer space, sensing the pulsing of an infinite mind conjuring it all up. I also noticed my soul was attached to something much bigger than what I thought I was, going back into what I fully was [don’t ask]. I was into the white light, but rudely felt my death had come too early by accident, I was pushed bad. I struggled to remain, but couldn’t force it against whatever it was, I really was, and the others I sensed around me who were watching.
Somehow I was able to sense beings who were so advanced they could walk the spiritual and physical worlds at the same time. And what now seems strange to me, but not then, they had an ability to re-structure the physical laws of any physical body they occupied so they could adjust to different universes with different physical laws.
I saw at the bottom of all reality was NOTHINGNESS. But what was, was always growing and new places were always being created. And the creation was always working/creating. Reality will always grow. Spirits follow it.
Another time I saw where I would be buried someday, zoomed into the ground where my body [this one] would be, expecting to see just dark dirt underground, I did, but then I zoomed through the body into the white light, I was thinking with same clarity and control you have when you’re awake, no different than what I have now as I’m writing this. The WHITENESS was so super white and it felt so good. I saw something like/was my own soul looking at me in amusement, remembering the experience from a backward perspective. Time doesn’t run the same in the white light as it does here.
Another time when I went into the white light, I heard conversation in my mind that my genes were too strong, my body would survive. That I wouldn’t be able to remain.
The first time I experienced the white light, it was many years before I wrote MAYBE – when I knew I couldn’t stay – no matter what. I sensed anger with me when I wanted to stay in the white light.
The last time was after. And I felt that MAYBE was somehow a good part of what I was supposed to do. But not all of it. Not yet. The anger was a lot less.
At the bottom I felt all spirits/souls came from the same source. Some are just further along the journey. But since the journey never really ends, where you are in life doesn’t really matter in the long run, just to those around you and how you effect them during a moment. Like Jesus advised, let the future take care of itself. Souls return to take care of their own times. The far future will have their souls to cope with its problems. Except today for the first time, before we become too mature or stable to not do it, we’re in position to self-destruct as a species. We have the weapons to destroy the human race. This time is more critical than most. For human souls that is.
Many who read this will have a difficult time with the imagery put forth in these experiences. But having seen some of these thoughts in my experiences all I can say is WOW. Don’t try to analyze, just enjoy.
My name is John, however, I am not the person who I was prior to my NDE 8 years ago…I underwent two emergency brain surgeries; during the first or second surgery, I was guided to a place of peace; love; utter contentment; warmth and total acceptance.
Since returning to this body/life, everything changed that could possibly change, the ending of a marriage, the ending of a 15 year career, etc. I have participated in and have experienced many miraculous events since my NDE, however, one thing still plagues/troubles/eludes me to this day… Why was I brought back? Will I ever know? I am retired at a early age and have no title… The Quest for Purpose… Can you relate with this experience?
When I was about one and half years old, I was given up for adoption and placed in foster homes after foster homes. There were always older children who were mean to the younger kids.
 Anyway, I guess from the experiences being traumatic, I remember stuff at a younger age than most people do because I have asked others off handedly their first memory and most people’s first memory is between three and five. I had to be around two or two and half because I was adopted when I was three.
I remember some older kids taking me into some woods and putting a rope around my neck. There was like a gully and they swung me into the air. The next thing I remember is feeling like I was twirling in light. Then suddenly I was standing in bright warm sunshine in a field of flowers and a lady was talking to me, a beautiful lady, and exactly what she was talking about I cannot remember all only that she told me it was time to go back and I told her I wanted to stay but she told me I had important things to do and that when the time was right I would know what to do and that I would remember always of being there.
I wish I could remember the whole conversations because I feel there was more important things I was suppose to remember. She did tell me I would be back and see her again. I just remembered that. I have never ever told anybody about this experience maybe telling you about it has opened up something. It seems I remember a bigger someone telling her it was time for me to go back and she seemed rushed all of the sudden.
Then I remember coughing and kids were taking the rope off my neck and they were scared and crying and a girl was crying over me and telling the others that she had told them not to swing me with the rope around my neck and then someone was carrying me and that’s all I remember.
I remembered this event when I was a little older, I am not sure at what age.. My mother told me I was adopted when I was eleven and she told me that when she first saw me I had what appeared to be a bad rope burn around my neck.
Thirteen years ago, I was a gunshot victim with multiple wounds to the upper chest and abdomen area. I was resuscitated in the emergency room, and I remember everything.
I remember hearing my parents screaming and crying, with me trying to tell them I was going to be alright. It didn’t dawn on me that they could not see or hear me, until I went back to that room and saw that I was looking down on me.
Wow, then I felt myself floating down a long hall to the operating room and I watched for a while only to see a beautiful light. So bright, with a blue aura. I went into the light and I was met by spirits from my family who had went before. My grandmother told me I had to go back, but I begged her to stay. She stated that it was not my time yet. But I went passed her only to see this figure who touched me on my shoulder and said no, your time is not now, you must go back. I clung to this figures robe and said that I feel so much peace here, a great sense of calmness, this place is so beautiful, but gently I was ushered towards another light, that was yellow and white.
Then I saw a hand reach up to grab hold of mine and the figure told me to take the hand, you will be alright, for it is not your time. So I reached for the hand, only to feel like I was in a vacuum and with a thump I was back in my body.
When I returned, I heard them call a code on me and again my family rushed to my bedside. I was still clinging to the hand that brought me back and that hand belong to my baby brother, who latter told me he sat there holding my hand for 5 days and prayed that I would come back.
