Fake Near-Death Experience
following comes from a man named Lloyd Glenn concerning
his son's NDE that occurred when he was three years old.
This is a very popular NDE and can be found on many websites
on the internet under the title of "The Birdies." However,
I have a very skeptical opinion about this NDE and I suspect
that it may be a hoax. A number of people, including myself,
have attempted to locate and contact the man named Lloyd
Glenn without success. A producer of the television show
"Beyond Chance" with Melissa Etheridge was interested in
this NDE and contacted me in order to verify it. Although
there are a number of Lloyd Glenns in this country, they
were unable to find such a person either.
I have no proof that it is or is not a hoax, I will profile
it here. I just want to warn people about the possibility
that it is a hoax. It is a very beautiful NDE and if it
is true, then it should be promoted even more. But for some
reason, I believe this may be the kind of hoax that CICOPS
might put out in order to discredit NDE researchers. I will
let you decide.
our lives we are blessed with spiritual experiences, some
of which are very sacred and confidential, and others, although
sacred, are meant to be shared. Last summer my family had
a spiritual experience that had a lasting and profound impact
on us, one we feel must be shared. It's a message of love.
It's a message of regaining perspective, and restoring proper
balance and renewing priorities. In humility, I pray that
I might, in relating this story, give you a gift my little
son, Brian gave our family one summer day last year.
"On July 22nd
I was in route to Washington DC for a business trip. It
was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for
a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead
bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see
the United Customer Service Representative immediately.
I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave
the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if they
were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong
and my heart sunk.
"When I got
off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and
said, "Mr. Glenn there is an emergency at your home. I do
not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but
I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.
"My heart was
now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly,
I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where
I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital.
My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned
that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the
automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when
my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed
by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued
the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed
he would live, but they did not know how much damage had
been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained
that the door had completely closed on his little sternum
right over his heart. He had been severely crushed.
with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not
hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at
the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down.
"When I walked
into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared
me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed
with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator.
I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring
smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled
in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian
was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that
his heart was ok - two miracles, in and of themselves. But
only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt
that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her
words and faith like a lifeline.
"All that night
and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like
forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.
two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness
and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever
heard spoken. He said, "Daddy hold me," and he reached for
me with his little arms.
"By the next
day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical
deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread
throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine our gratitude
"As we took
Brian home we felt a unique reverence for the life and love
of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death
"In the days
that followed there was a special spirit about our home.
Our two older children were much closer to their little
brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and
all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on
a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused,
and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply
blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
"Almost a month
later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from His afternoon
nap and said, "Sit down mommy. I have something to tell
"At this time
in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to
say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with
him on his bed and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
""Do you remember
when I got stuck under the garage door? Well it was so heavy
and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't
hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And
then the birdies came."
my wife asked puzzled.
replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew
into the garage. They took care of me."
said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to
tell you I got stuck under the door."
"A sweet reverent
feeling filled the room. The Spirit was so strong and yet
lighter than air. My wife realized that a three year-old
had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring
to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because
they were up in the air like birds that fly.
the birdies look like?" she asked.
"They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white all
white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them
had on just white."
""Yes" he answered.
"They told me the baby would be alright."
my wife asked, confused.
answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor."
"He went on,
"You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the
baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."
"My wife nearly
collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and
knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest and
unrecognizable features, knowing he was already dead, she
looked up around her and whispered, "Don't leave us Brian,
please stay if you can."
"As she listened
to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized
that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from
above on this little lifeless form.
happened?" she asked.
""We went on
a trip," he said, "far, far away.."
"He grew agitated
trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words
for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him
know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell
something that obviously was very important to him, but
finding the words was difficult.
""We flew so
fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mom," he added, "and
there is lots and lots of birdies."
"My wife was
stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped
her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before
on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had
to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies".
"He said they
brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck,
and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby
out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man the baby
would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him.
"He said birdies
told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would
be near him.
"He said, they
were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to come
"And then the
bright light came. He said that the light was so bright
and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much.
in the bright light and put their arms around him, and told
him, "I love you but you have to go back. You have to play
baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies."
"Then the person
in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh,
the big sound came and they went into the clouds.
went on for an hour.
us that birdies were always with us, but we don't see them
because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because
we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you
can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart).
They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because
they love us so much.
stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has
a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and
keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause
they love us so much."
"In the weeks
that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part
of it again and again. Always the story remained the same.
The details were never changed or out of order. A few times
he added further bits of information and clarified the message
he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how
he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when
he spoke of his "birdies." Everywhere he went, he told strangers
about the "birdies". Surprisingly, no one ever looked at
him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got
a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say,
we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray
we never will be.
that the things that I have shared with you today are true."
"The only thing that
burns in hell is the part of you that won't let
go of your life: your memories, your
attachments. They burn them all away, but
they're not punishing you, they're freeing your