blinkstar.gif (494 bytes) Robert Coleman

I wrote this down around three years ago after a business meeting when the subject came up quite by chance, when I recalled my NDE which happened in 1964. Although I had frequently thought about the incident in the intervening years, I am absolutely positive that nothing has clouded my memory to obscure the facts. 

I was at Taunton, Somerset, undergoing basic training in the Army. One of the guys there said he could make anyone faint. Now I had never fainted in my life before, although obviously I had seen others faint, and grew curious. Being so young, I was ready for the experience. I crouched down, breathing deeply, for 30 seconds. Then I had to take one deep breath and put my thumb in my mouth while the guy hauled me up and hugged me tightly from behind as I slipped effortlessly back to the floor. My eyes opened and I looked up at my fellows staring down at me, smiling. It was a novelty. Others tried it. Then, after a space of about half an hour, someone came into the room and expressed interest in the exercise but was unsure. I was keen to try it again and I asked the fellow if we could do it again to demonstrate it to the newcomer. This time it was very different.

I was being propelled across a vast distance. I dare not look straight ahead, but I remember looking at the wall flashing past me as I sped along some kind of tunnel.

Then, at the other end of this journey, I felt a most beautifully reassuring sense of calm. I looked down at myself in my new form. I had taken on a golden glow. I did not need to walk. I floated. Everything about me was love, goodness and warmth. 

Suddenly, I felt as if I had been given access to the total knowledge of the universe. I stared at a huge dark wheel containing stars and other celestial bodies that slowly revolved. A deep voice spoke slowly, but I could not make out what it was saying. 

I was at some kind of entrance. A man stood with authority at the gate. He had black, tight curls and his face seemed somehow familiar.

"You weren't expected," he said. 

His lips did not move. Our conversation was entirely telepathic.

"Well, I'm here now," I replied, a little surprised that my lips did not need to move either.

"You can't come in," he said. 

Then, turning to the stranger who had accompanied me all the way here, he asked, "Why did you bring him here? You know it wasn't the time."

"I was just as surprised," my companion answered.

"Now look here, I demand to be admitted." I was quite defiant to the gate-keeper. "I have arrived and I am not going to go away." 

He said something about asking a higher authority and instructed us to wait.

To my left was a warm golden light. My companion, at my right, pointed ahead and I saw a group of children, absolutely perfect in appearance, totally absorbed in some kind of lesson. Their teacher was further to the left, outside of my line of vision. The young people saw me and quickly came over and surrounded me. They were utterly delighted to see me, and I felt overjoyed to meet them. 

The gate-keeper returned.

 

"You can't stay. You'll have to go back."

"But I can't. I'm dead."

"It's not usual, but we can take you back. Say goodbye to these people."

The children and I were devastated at this news. I heard at least one of them groan.

My companion saw my intense disappointment.

 

"Don't worry," he reassured me. "You'll see them all again, soon enough."

The gate-keeper turned to me again.

 

"Now you must promise never to attempt to come here again. This is very important."

"Oh, all right," I agreed, half-heartedly.

"No, this is serious."

 

He turned to my companion and asked him to fetch two people whom I would know. Two elderly women came. I recognized them as both my grandmothers. They had died some five or six years previously. My father's mother looked quiet and solemn. My mother's mother was pleased to see me but, at the gate-keeper's bidding, was quite firm in her tone. I had to promise solemnly not to try to return. I agreed.

Once more, I stood in front of the great dark disk again. As the stars and shapes slowly revolved, a deep voice said slowly, "Your time has not yet come."

I felt all the wisdom that I had suddenly gained was being forced out from me. I knew I could not take this knowledge back with me, but was concerned that I might lose what limited intelligence I already had before I "died".

Then, once again I was in the long tunnel, feeling the wind against my cheek as I looked away and saw the long wall rushing past me. 

I awoke prostrate on the floor. I felt as if I had received an electric shock and needed to collect my thoughts. Bewildered, I looked around me. I was back.

 

I was 17 again with a whole life ahead of me - a long life it seemed -  before I was due to return to that wonderful place. How would I have the patience to wait so long. Immediately, a feeling of acute depression enveloped me. My barrack-room companions looked down, laughing at me. 

"You took half a minute or so to wake up! We thought you'd gone to sleep!"

I got up and walked thoughtfully across to my bed and sat quietly on it for the remainder of that evening, quietly reflecting on the experience. Echoing in my mind were the faces and voices of the disappointed young people, the revolving disc and the Voice: "Your time has not yet come."

Twelve years later, my young son and daughter were playing one evening and it was time for me to put them to bed. My son turned and looked at me, smiling; my daughter sighed. In the golden twilight I recognized his look and her sigh immediately. They were two of the young people I had seen in my near-death experience.

Then, 35 years after the experience in that far-off barrack-room, I received another reminder. It was 1999 and I was in the middle of a routine business meeting with a young woman in my office in London. Although I had never met her before, it quickly became apparent that she was quite forthright in her approach with people. Suddenly, she turned to me and said, "I know this is quite irregular, but can I ask if you believe in the supernatural?"

I replied that I kept an open mind.

"Well, this is a little strange, but I have some psychic abilities, you see," she continued. "And there's a man - a spirit - standing beside you, and he's getting very impatient with me. But he assures me that you'd listen."

"Has he got something to tell me?"

"Yes," she replied. "Your time has not yet come. He says you'd remember him, and you'd know what it means."

Kevin Williams' comment:  It is clear to me that you saw your future children in heaven during your NDE. RaNelle Wallace, whose NDE I profile on my website, also saw a future child of hers in heaven. The "great dark disk" that you mention, may be the entrance to the tunnel. I have heard of people seeing the same kind of thing in their NDEs.

 

"Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are part of nature and therefore part of the mystery that we are trying to solve." - Max Planck, one of the founders of quantum mechanics

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