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My near death experiences that just occurred on December 4, 1998, involved three different instances, where my heart was “flat-lined,” and where the 911 Med-Techs where trying to decide if they should take me to the hospital or just directly to a mortuary.
All of these experiences gave me a deeper understanding of what “love” really is. Specificially, I found it to be a very tangible, touchable thing, not just a feeling.
I still have this understanding with me, as if love is a thickness in the air, or a cloud that fills space in rooms, and around people, as well as animals.
At the hospital, I was out of my body while the doctors and nurses tried to revive me. As I watched all of this, there was dimension and texture to where I was, and what was going on. By the way, the room was literally filled wall-to-wall with people in white. Some that I knew, some that I had a faint recollection of, as in a pre-mortal existance.
I’m regaining my strength now, I’m really drained, but am home with my wife Susan, who called the paramedics.
As far as religious affiliations, I’m a member of the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints (LDS). The reason I mention this, is the fact that these experiences have increased my compassion and understanding that God loves ALL of his children equally, not just those of my faith.
He may not like some of our actions, but his love is unconditional. How thankful I am to be alive, for myself, my family. In fact my daughter, who is 10, had a very detailed dream about my experience, even before she knew I was ill.
The best moment I know of, was when I died, and went to our real home. Coming back to this world and dealing with it is the worse. It is not (earth) my favorite place any longer!
I did not remember the wreck, so this is heresay, but my account of my visit as SPIRIT IS FACT.
Taking a ride in a 1969 convertable corvette in South Jersey, we hit a tree at 80 mph. Driver went out his door window before car flipped over. I went half out the roof as car flipped and slid 100 ft. down the road. Police set flares up, but could not get the car off of me. Another car did not yield for the flares and ran over me knocking the corvette off me. (Wow I was lucky).
Amazingly, I woke up a week later, I had been in a coma, in the hospital. As my eyes opened I didn’t have any idea what is going on.
The NDE
The feeling I felt of love was so strong; never felt unconditional love before. The only thought I had was this is the dimension of our lord.
In this dark place, looking around, I noticed I had 100 percent of complete thought as normal with no body. I knew I was at the gate to heaven, the love I dwelled in was so intense. The place was so beautiful, tranquil, the best.
This bright, pearly light was to my right. I wanted to go to my father. Then in front of me, two large white translucent hands appeared; palms up, together, offering me the light. Then, to my left, an arm waving for me to come to the light. Then they pointed to me. I said: “THERE IS SOMETHING IN LIFE I HAVE NOT ACHIEVED YET.”
After that, I have more energy, so strong and life is different. People don’t understand; can’t help my confusion; they laugh sometimes; they make me feel bad. But I know I am good, and can not wait to leave this world and go home to my father! B.
When you enter the spiritual world at the end of your physical life you will have a “life review.” Near death experiencers tell about a life review during their near death experience. This life review does not appear in all NDEs, but seems to happen mostly in those experiences where the individual was in a state of clinical death for more than a few minutes.
The life review is a kind of critique of what you accomplished during your lifetime. It serves as a teaching tool to let you know how well you lived the physical life you chose to live. Your journey through the physical is a school for learning about yourself and others, and the life review shows how well you did in learning to love yourself and others. It can be a happy, joyous reward or it can be emotionally painful and hard to endure depending upon your performance.
The review starts with your physical life passing before you like a movie on a screen. When it comes to a place in your life where you helped someone you get to feel that person’s appreciation and joy, when it comes to a place in your life where you have harmed someone you get to feel that person’s pain and suffering. It is like you become the person you helped or harmed and know exactly how your actions made that person feel at the time.
This life review is not a judgment, it is a teaching tool to let you know how your life on earth affected others. Intention is very important, if you intended to harm another the emotional pain can be intense and long-lasting, but if the harm was accidental, something unintended then the pain is considerable less. Nothing is overlooked, smart remarks, gossip, false witness, and even uncaring attitudes are considered. On the positive side smiles, small favors, and other caring attitudes are rewarded.
Life is for learning. It is not about hoarding money, seeking fame, or becoming powerful. These things are meaningless to the life review, all are treated equally whether you were a saint or a sinner. There are no chosen ones. The life review is effective and complete justice for everyone.
I believe if everyone knew they were eternal and would receive a life review at the end they would become kinder and gentler to others. The review is total truth, no opportunity for rationalizations or justifications of any kind. The deepest part of your feelings are known and considered. There are no secrets to the review.
But the life review is not the real reason to learn to love yourself and others. The real reason is your own well-being. When you walk the path of love you will be more successful, more peaceful, and free of fear. Life will be a joy to live, and happiness, and love will walk besides you always.
Begging everyone’s indulgence, but make of this what you will. My NDE was the result of a high speed collision between my motorbike, and an illegally u-turning motor vehicle.
I was travelling along a straight road at a speed of approx. 85mph, I noticed a slow stream of traffic coming towards me (convoy fashion, I’m only assuming that there was a slow truck holding them up), as I reached about a third of the way past the convoy, one of the cars made an unannounced u-turn.
It was a very solid hit, . . . barrumph (can’t think of an appropriate sound effect to describe the feeling), . . . I had a sensation of the beginnings of a long slow motion tumble, my first thought was (seriously) “oh shit, I’m dead, now what.”
I must point out now, that this is the only time in the whole experience, that I can describe anything resembling a white light or tunnel. It seemed that the tumbling took place in a warm, soft white void.
Emerging from that void I was suddenly aware of being above the scene of the accident, I wasn’t at all concerned about what had just happened. I seemed to just take it all in, my mind seemed . . . as I said earlier “my first thought was ” . . . but, I now realise the thinking process was completely different, it was like every thought happened at once, all was resolved and my mind became uncluttered . . . hmmmm (that’s the first time I’ve coined that phrase for it, but it seems appropriate). There was no BS left.
I did think about people I’d left behind, I just took it for granted that “they’d” understand soon enough themselves anyway. (I didn’t think about my mum or my girlfriend per se, it was more of a collective thing).
The night was dark, but I could see very clearly, floating around tree top level, I wasn’t aware of possesing a body, but seemed to still have binocular vision, it was the middle of winter, but I wasn’t aware of the cold. I had everything I needed.
As far as “I” was concerned “I” had my freedom, I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I couldn’t wait, I was on my way. There seemed no urgency about what was happening either, no deadlines, no time limits.
Then came the bummer, I snapped back inside my body. There I was again, self absorbed, whining, moaning . . . I was back amongst the bullshit.
The accident was a fairly traumatic event, the poor body got quite a violent shake, I sustained a broken neck out of the whole affair. Another strange thing though, as soon as I had my bearings again, I was able to calmly direct people as to how I should be treated (as a spinal injury), “don’t move me” . . . “leave my helmet and scarf alone,” etc.
I don’t know how long I was gone, it was at least long enough for my body to have landed 45yds up the road, and a flurry of people to stir into action (I saw that much from my cosy little vantage point above the scene).
That was just a simple observation of my experience. I just don’t know how to tell you how much it meant, how much of a reassurance it was to me.
I have no fear now of dying. I know there is no “death,” I can only try and reassure you that “death” is not a thing to be feared.
