blinkstar.gif (494 bytes) Malcolm Gilbert

NDE tunnelWay back in 1972, at the age of 20, I developed double pneumonia and was rushed to the hospital in a critical condition. I was lapsing in and out of consciousness. The ambulance men wheeled me into the casualty ward and I was put on a bed. I was barely conscious enough to know what was going on around me. The first moments of arriving at the hospital are very vague. 

Suddenly, and completely to my surprise, I found myself hovering just beneath the ceiling of the ward and looking down on my own body laying on the bed. My first reaction was of astonishment, "How can that be me laying there when I'm up here?" I seemed to have a high state of alertness; I can see and hear everything that was going on in the room. There was no feelings of fear or concern whatsoever, actually, there was a beautiful calming sense of peace and well being. I never saw a long dark tunnel or a brilliant light as many NDErs do but I began to sense an unseen presence with me and the most purest, unearthly, overwhelmingly tremendous love embraced me. It's simply impossible to describe it in words. This Being of Love was totally accepting me impartially, unconditionally. Then a voice spoke very clearly to me telling me it was not my time and to go back. It wasn't like a natural voice that we hear only with our ears. His voice engulfed and consumed every fiber of my being. It felt as though I'd still been in my mortal body when He spoke I may not have lived to tell about it. To say it was overwhelming is an understatement. 

The next thing I recall was waking up in another bed in another ward of the hospital with a nurse attending to me. I didn't have a clue how many hours had passed since I arrived at the hospital. My NDE and the encounter with the Being of Love has had a profound affect on my life in every conceivable way.

Malcolm Gilbert

"In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing." - Robert G. Ingersoll

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