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The first thing I remember is quiet blackness, floating gently and contentedly, studying the blackness. I was very relaxed, content, and unconcerned. My next recollection is slowly floating into the light, face-first, smiling.
As I put my face into the light, the air suctioned out of my ears (as if the inside were vacuum sealed). Next, I recall four medium-sharp thud sounds (like someone slowly and gently tapping on a microphone. I think this was the sound of my movement into the light-sphere.)
It’s unclear now, but initially, I don’t think I was alone. What I mean is, sometimes when I think back, I get the distinct impression, there were two other people waiting with me.
I languished on the “floor” content and very unconcerned. It was sooo quiet in there. I sat on the floor, thinking, “This is the quietest quiet I’ve ever heard!” After a while, “I can’t stand this quiet!” I covered my ears. It was deafening! Also, I remember thinking, “Not even the bottom of the ocean is as quiet as this.”
The Light Came.
The next thing I remember is “talking” with a really “wise person.” Never did I think to call this person Jesus, only a very wise person. (I am religious.) I don’t know when he appeared or how.
All I remember is that he was there, and seemed to be sitting on a chair in front of me, to my left. He was Light. I got to ask him all of the questions I’ve ever wanted to know. Our conversation was telepathic. Many times before I would finish the question, the answer would come. The questions and the answers were rapid-fire! With every answer, I’d just jump up and down with joy, and say, “I should have known that! That was so simple!” I was sooo excited! I was passed ecstatic, happier than I’ve ever been. I felt so loved, so accepted, and kept saying to myself as I jumped up and down for joy, “He doesn’t think I’m silly.” (Somehow that really mattered to me.) He seemed to just accept me and love me. I felt him smiling and being happy with me, and not laughing at me.
Just to regress for a moment…when I first got in the light ball, the color was a harsh white/white. When the wise man “came”, the ball of light changed from stark white to a misty whitish/gold. It was tangible, as if it were alive, as if you could touch it, and feel it, like it had texture. It almost looked like sheer cotton candy floating around. It didn’t occur to me to check myself out — look myself over. I don’t know if I was light or not.
Of all the many questions and answers, I only remember one question and one answer. I asked, “What about those who die?” That’s when I heard a loud buzzing sound in my right ear. I strained desperately to hear the answer. The buzzing got louder and louder. I heard him say, [BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ] “Be thankful for the lessons brought and taught.” I woke up and immediately wrote the question and answer down.
After this experience, I felt a genuine LOVE for every single person I saw. To say it like that, just doesn’t express the magnitude of the love experience, words just aren’t adequate. The entire Light experience was amazing and joyful (minus the quiet 🙂 ). I wish I could get back to that Light.
D.
wasn’t sure whether or not to post on this message board. I was invited to this board by a friend, and had to give it some serious consideration. I have since decided that it might be helpful to get these feelings out.
I had a unique experience on Wednesday, February 5, 2002. That was only 5 days ago. My birthday was Friday, February 8, 2002.
As I slept in my bed on Wednesday evening near midnight, I had a strange dream of my stepfather holding me in his arms as I was being rushed to the hospital in the back seat of a taxicab. My heart was beating so fast (in my dream) that I thought it would explode.
The dream was so intense, that I woke up…When I woke up, my heart was actually beating fast. I lay there waiting for it to slow down, thinking it was an anxiety attack, but it seemed to beat faster. I could not call out for my children. I could barely breathe. My breaths were short bursts, like when a woman is in labor. I dialed 911 and told them I thought I was having a heart attack. They said to stay calm, they were sending someone right over. I dialed my daughter’s phone across the hall and told her to come in my room right away. She did. She was terrified, and I didn’t have any words of wisdom for her. Here I was — dying — and I could not think of anything clever to say to my oldest child.
Somehow that still bothers me more than the incident itself. I stopped trying to think at all. Suddenly, my ex-husband was here (my daughter had called her dad) and the paramedics were upstairs in my bedroom. They were poking and prodding and telling me to remain calm. My heart was racing at 200 beats per minute. Really. My daughter said that she was watching the heart monitor the whole time they were working on me, and the lowest it got was 198. So, they attached all of these electrodes to me — everywhere. Then they found my one good vein and gave me an IV, then proceeded to carry me (a heavy 200 pound woman) downstairs on a gurney.
That, in itself, was enough to bring on a heart attack. They started going down the stairs, then one said “I should go first”, and turned around, then one said “No, I think I should go first”, so it took a while simply deciding who would bear my weight down my steep stairs! I kept my eyes closed all the way down! Then I remember feeling cold and asking for a blanket. They said, “We are only going to be outside for a second, we’re taking you straight into the ambulance, hang in there”. My daughter heard this, and ran upstairs to get her comforter off of her bed and brought it to them.
Next thing I knew I was in the ambulance, still breathing in short spurts with my heart racing at 200 or thereabouts. I just knew I was dying, and I was thinking of all the things that I thought I should be thinking about. What do people think about before they die??? I thought about my children, who would care for them. My son would be 8 tomorrow (born one day before my birthday) and I would be gone. Who would take care of my babies??? And my home?
Nobody could afford to pay my house note. Is my insurance current? Will it cover the cost of my home and my burial? Wait! I think I have homeowner’s insurance. And credit card insurance. And bank account insurance. But, is it accidental only? Where did I put all of this information? Will anyone be able to find the papers? Where is my ex-husband? Is he following the ambulance? Oh, my goodness…my grandmother. She’s 90 years old, and I’m her heart. This will kill her. She will die of a broken heart. And, my baby brother. He’s more like my son, and he’s so far away in Maryland, he will be devastated. He has no money to travel to Texas. Somebody please call him, and my mom. I’m so scared.
And, my thoughts were racing like this for what seemed like forever in the back of that ambulance. Then one of the paramedics said, “We will have to give you medicine. You will feel really strange, but it will be okay. You’re doing good. Just try to relax.” When they injected the medicine in my arm, I felt myself float away…they actually stopped my heart. But, it didn’t help. My heartbeat was still racing. They said, “We will have to double the injection. Okay, we’re going to give you the medicine again. You will feel strange again. You did good the first time. It’ll be okay. We need to slow down your heart.” And, I felt myself float a little higher.
It was like I turned into air for a few seconds. Then I literally FELT my heart start beating again. I don’t remember seeing a light, but I do remember feeling totally weightless, and out of body. It was a very unusual experience, to say the least. At the hospital, I began to feel better as my heartbeat slowed down.
I remember thinking how close I came to leaving this world. My entire perspective changed. I decided to take a new outlook on life. Nothing and no one bothers me anymore. I was all alone in my pain in that body on Wednesday, and by the grace of God, I was given a second chance. I was told that if they didn’t slow my heart down, I was headed straight to heart failure.
Needless to say, it was a very frightening experience. I have determined to make some serious lifestyle changes, to include losing at least 50 pounds, and to reduce my level of stress. That’s my story. I hope that someone will be blessed by it, and learn the very important lesson that “people don’t last forever”. Live each day as if it were your last, because one day, it will be.
I had an OBE when I was about 8 yrs old. It wasn’t an intentional event, it just kind of happened.My dad was a pretty strict disciplinarian and it was physical as well as emotional. My sister and I shared a bed. One night I had done something that had made him angry and he sent me to bed crying and a little sore from my punishment. I was thinking how much I hated him for hitting me all the time and how I just wanted to die so I couldn’t get hit anymore.
All of a sudden, I was floating, above me. I floated to the ceiling and turned around facing myself. I looked at my sister and called to her. She didn’t respond. I floated down and touched her cheek so she could see this unbelieveable thing happening to me, but she didn’t budge. I then realized the form laying next to her was me, so I tried to wake me up. I couldn’t get ‘me’ to move.
The floating was great and all, but I got a little panicky because I didn’t know how to get back into my body. As I hovered above myself, I reached my hands down to find an opening to get back in. I remember thinking that if I couldn’t get back in my body, then maybe I was dead. That made me reach toward my upper body, I don’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I knew that I got out, so there had to be a way back in. As I touched my head, I literally felt like I was being sucked back into my body through my head. It was the back of my head at the base of my skull.
At the time, I was afraid to tell anyone because it sounded too incredible to be true. To this day, there have only been a few people that I shared this with. I should say, until today. — S.
