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One night a couple of months ago I went to bed normally and woke up in an ambulance. Observing the surprised look on my face, the guy holding the oxygen mask informed me that I had had a grand mal seizure.According to my wife: about 4:00 a.m. I made a loud wheezing sound and then started thrashing around violently. Then I turned purple, fell over sideways and stopped breathing. She began CPR and kept it up for several minutes until I started sputtering and coughing up slime, then she called an ambulance.
My assumption was that my breathing was there but hard to detect, that she had been doing CPR on a living speciman, and that I was lucky to be alive after something like that. However, ever since I woke up in the meat-wagon I’ve had this bizarre, nagging feeling that I have been dead. I don’t remember anything that would suggest something like that, but the feeling is rather, ahhh, substantial, and it doesn’t seem to be going away.
Ever since that night my life has been a whole new ball of wax, and a sometimes disturbing one at that. I am having to learn how to live all over again; but, now I have to live in two worlds at once and I can only talk to people about one of them: the one THEY are aware of.
Here’s the part that means I’ve gone completely insane: I am aware now of an “other world”. This other world is dark and empty by default, but I now have access to this “thing” that radiates love (this sounds REALLY stupid). The thing that radiates love seems like it has the mentality of a child. It is curious and non-judgemental, and it seems to have become something of a silent partner. Why? Because without it I am subjected to this “darkness” that robs me of meaning. I am FORCED to let this “love” flow through me so I can keep going and try to straighten out this incredible mess. This is mind boggling. I actually sit around feeling LOVE for people I don’t even know. I can’t even get mad any more.
Your site is very valuable to people who have had this kind of thing happen and I appreciate it immensely. Once I figure out how to help people use this situation I’ll put up a section about it on my site (with a link to your site).
Sorry to be so long winded. I had to get this off my chest and people who will understand are few and far between.
I was a young, ‘tough guy’ years ago. Another life, it seems. I was in Northern Ontario, looking for work in the mines when I happened to get into a ‘scuffle’ with another young tough guy. I fell and hit my head (the temple) on the corner of a metal waste container on my way to the floor. I was on my hands and knees, looking at the blood streaming from my skull into a pool on the tiles.I looked up and saw that I was no longer in the room I had been in, but, I was outside in a beautiful setting…rolling hills, trees, birds singing in the sky. I was surrounded by a large group of beings. They were in a circle around me, observing me as I kneeled before them.
There appeared to be order to their positions. The younger looking ones were in the front, closest to me. The older behind, peering over the heads and shoulders of the ones in front of them. All of them wore white robes and were hairless.(Bald). They were communicating with each other with their minds and I could ‘hear’ their thoughts in my mind, very, very clearly. The younger ones were asking of the older ones, ‘Is he ready? Is he Coming? Should we help him? Is he ready? Is he Coming? Should we help him?’ The older ones simply stated, ‘Wait, be patient, wait.’
(Keep in mind, at this time in my life I was not spiritually involved or religious in any way. I was a tough guy and I felt — and was proud — that I walked alone.) I shook my head and found myself back in the room, bleeding profusely from the cut. My ‘opponent’ helped me to my feet and took me to get stitched up.
This vision was a profound and powerful event in my life, as you can imagine. It was some time ago (over 30 years) and there was not much talk those days about near death experiences, so I kept quiet about it, pondered it, absorbed it, and eventually found myself renewed by it. (I was not on drugs, either, so it was not a drug-induced hallucination.) This event occurred. It was real and I have no doubt of it’s authenticity. I have been given a gift in this seeing and can tell you all with complete confidence.. You are not alone..EVER! And, there IS NO DEATH! Rejoice, be well, love!
L.L
I call this NDE experience GRANTED for a very special reason.My NDE, and to tell you the very honest truth about it, I am not really sure if this is what you would call this. I will make this very short and to the point.
I figure that I was a young teenager, around 15 to 16 years of age. I was sleeping one night and I felt this tremendous pull out of my body. My room was naturally dark, so I did not look down and view my body or go through a tunnel of darkness and see a great white light at the end of this tunnel.
Instead, I seen something much, much better. I seen Jesus Himself. I felt a pull up in the corner of my room and seen Jesus! He had long brown hair, he had on a white robe with a deep red scarlet sash covering His shoulders and hanging to His waist. His arms were stretched out to me. I felt a tremendous pull directly to Him. I resisted and he kept pulling me. As I was approaching Him I felt so much love and acceptance. I felt like crying with relief for this overwhelming sense of comfort and unconditional love that I was then experiencing from Him. He then said to me, not through his words but in the form of mental communication, “Come, you have had so much pain.” I wanted to naturally go to Him but knew at the time my mother was still alive and was going through a very difficult period and needed me to be with her. I did not want her to come into my room and find that I had passed on during the night. I then said to Jesus mentally, “I want to come with you but my mother will be in so much pain and will take this very hard. If it is your will I will gladly come with you, but please let me go back to be with her.” I remember kneeling and for a few moments Jesus did not answer. I sensed that Jesus was ready to take me then and He knew that it was my choice to stay. Then with a one word command and in a voice so sweet, full of compassion and loving, but with a command of authority like no other He said the word, “GRANTED” and I was once again in my body.
I live today knowing that He will be there on the other side waiting to personally take me home with HIM when it is trully my time to pass. My mother just recently passed away, so I await His coming for me! I do not mean to sound as if I am hanging around waiting to die. I am still grieving over her loss and I have my good and bad moments. However, I know in my heart that this is not the end. His very words, “Behold, in My Father’s house there are many mansions. I will go and prepare a place for you.”
Thank you for taking the time to read this and please pray for me and my brothers and sisters for strength and guidance over this difficult period of our lives.
It was the summer of 1963 and we wanted to go camping at Scott Lake near Sisters, Oregon. The lake there was always warm and the mountains all around us. My brother Brian and I were walking up the back way of the hill to the rock quarry when we spotted a large squirrel that was screaming at us, wanting us to leave the area. We went to see what it was guarding and it ran to the edge. We thought that we had it trapped and proceeded to capture it. As I went forward the squirrel lept off the ledge and streched out it’s arms and flew all the way down to the other side, which was at least 75 feet high.I stepped out on the rock that the squirrel had just lept from and was looking down at the large rocks below when the rock I was standing on shifted. As I spun around to try and grab the ground that came up to meet my face it went into slow motion. I remember Brian’s look on his face was pure terror as my weight slowly pulled me over the ledge. I grabbed frantically at the rocks and soil for a hold, then I got both hands on a protruding rock that held my weight while my legs swung slowly in on the little bit of overhang. I could not get my feet to get a foot hold.
As I hung there names were being called out from all over the campground. People were watching a small kid hanging off a cliff and calling out their kids’ names. I looked out and up at Brian for some help, but all he could do in shock was to scream. Then the rock that was holding me let loose a little and I knew then I wouldn’t be able to hold until someone could come and get me. On the next swing of my legs the rock pulled out of the side of the cliff and I was looking at it when that happened, it came down with force right into my forehead.
I just relaxed and felt like I was spinning in slow motion. Just before I hit I saw two teenagers streched out like they were going to catch me, but they couldn’t reach me due to the large rocks. I landed on my back, but just before impact my spirit stopped and when my body hit it felt like a mattress, I bounced up and hit the second time and bounced again. I know that I was thinking that I bounced like a basketball as I drifted out of consciousness.
The names never stopped, every name you can think of was still being called out. Then a voice that I knew, but still not sure if it was my great grandfather, asked if there was anything I wished to do before we left and I replied I wanted to go home. I liked where I was, it was protected and I thought that I’d just look one more time before leaving.
The next second I was in our living room at home, I’m not standing, but up on the ceiling looking around. It was then that I saw an old toy train my mom had as a kid, and when I saw it, a heavy sorrow came over me. Then I heard my mom’s screams and I told them I wanted to go home with mom. I was told that I would have pain and I remember saying I didn’t care I wanted to go to mom. With that, I came to on a picnic table where the two teenagers had brought me. A grandmotherly woman putting something in my eyes, she had decided to clean the blood off my face so that the parents could ID the body.
As I sat up the old woman fainted and mom was screaming as she came to me, I passed out and came to at the hospital after three days in a coma. To this day I have not had any problems with the headaches the doctors said that I’d have.
I’ve had more life problems that I also have survived including Cancer. One month ago had a rollover and flipped at the top of Mt Hood in a Fourrunner. It crushed the roof flat with my wife and daughter and grandson and not a scratch on any of us. Thank God.
