experience with death came on the ski slopes in St. Anton.
A friend who was with us (6' 4", 220 lb) took a steep
slope as a jump while my friend and I tried to cling to
the face, traversing back and forth. We were below and
he didn't see us. In midair and high above me, he yelled,
"Watch out!" That's the last I remember.
extreme pain for only a few seconds. Then it all stopped.
Nothing. My last thought was, "So this is what it's
like to die."
I was up in a quiet, blank, white world. I could think but
I can't say I could see anybody. I was frozen in that one
spot, looking around.
from out of the clouds, came two figures. I couldn't make
out anything. They drew closer and I realized the person
up front was my dear Uncle John. Following behind him was
his mother, my grandmother. They floated towards me
slowly. I called out to them and was excited to see them
again. They never spoke. They were within 10 feet of
me when suddenly my Uncle John turned around and started
to go away. I couldn't move. I yelled, "No! Come back!
Don't go!" They just kept going.
thing I knew I felt like someone had sliced my chest open
from side to side with a knife. They had me breathing
I was so mad to
be back. Talk about a headache. I couldn't stand up straight
for awhile. I kept tipping to the left. Anyway, 5 years
later I developed seizures. I no longer have a memory of
anything since '87.
So, that's that. It was an experience.
I have no fear of death now.
add that the MRI I had after my seizures indicated that
I was clinically dead for about 3 minutes. Because
brain cells begin to die immediately, they could determine
the length by the lovely chunk of dead brain tissue
in my left temporal lobe. Nice.