Dr. Martin Brofman
Brofman, Ph.D. is the founder of
The Brofman Foundation for the
Advancement of Healing
which promotes the cause of healing in the world, as well
as the particular technologies and techniques of healing
which Martin Brofman has developed. Dr. Brofman is a former
Wall Street computer expert and a student of psychology
and comparative religion. He developed the
Body Mirror System
through his experiences of releasing himself of a terminal
illness which traditional medicine had considered hopeless
- untreatable - and returning to perfect health. During
his own healing process, he learned much about the Body
Mind Interface, the relationship between the body and the
consciousness, and how it works. He then developed a model
in order to clarify these ideas for himself, as well as
to provide a vehicle for teaching them easily and quickly
The following is his NDE testimony
as described in his article
Through the Tunnel.
A Personal Account of an NDE By
I was at the Episcopal Hospital
in Philadelphia. I had just been told that I had a "blockage"
in my spinal cord, from the fourth to the seventh cervical
vertebrae at the level of the neck, that had been responsible
for the symptoms I had been experiencing. My right arm was
paralyzed, my legs were spastic, and there were sensations
like electric shocks running through my body when I moved
told that I had to have an operation immediately, and that
if I lived through the operation, I might come out of it
a quadriplegic. When I asked if I had time for a second
opinion, I was told that if I coughed or sneezed at that
time, I might die. Naturally, I agreed to have the operation
in a few hours.
that according to what the doctors had said, I might be
dead in a few hours. I went through the stages that many
people go through when they know they are about to die.
First, there was the sense that
this was a movie set, and that these things were not really
happening to me. I found myself negotiating with what was
happening, bargaining if I could, for something different
to happen. Slowly, the realization that it was real, and
happening to me, came closer and closer, until I had to
emotionally accept that I might very soon be dead.
I accepted the unacceptable, my body shook violently as
an intensity of energy moved through me. I opened more and
more to it, and after one or two very long minutes it was
complete. I felt a calm inside that I had not known before.
All my senses were sharper. My vision was clearer. Colors
were brighter. Hearing was clearer. Sensations were more
that I had released a perceptual filter that had been standing
between me and the experience of life, and ironically, it
had been the fear of death. Now that I had released that
fear, I was experiencing more of life, more of being alive,
even if just for a short while longer.
of the life I had lived, and the things I could have done
but didn't, and I found myself saying to myself, "I wish
I had." There were a lot of "I wish I had." I thought
to myself that it was, in fact, a sad way to end a life,
and that if I had to do it again, there would be a lot of
"I'm glad I did."
to decide what I wanted to do with the short time I had
left. If I spent my remaining time worrying or feeling bad
about what was, in fact, inevitable, I would have just wasted
the rest of my life, thrown it away, and it was too valuable
to spend my remaining time feeling good, and just thinking
of things that helped me to feel good - the color of the
paint on the walls, the smell of flowers in the room, anything
positive. I knew I could always find something.
the time came. I was taken to the operating room, and as
I was being given the anesthetic, I thought that this might
be the last experience I would ever have. I had no idea
what might come afterwards. I had been agnostic, with no
beliefs, believing in nothing that I had not experienced.
Perhaps the next step after death was just oblivion.
to experience a vertigo, a sense of spinning, and it didn't
feel good, so I stabilized myself in the center of it until
I was still, and everything else was spinning around me.
I was moving through the spinning scenes, which were memories
from the life I had lived, memories which were calling for
my attention. If I put my attention on them, though, I felt
myself "pulled," because I was moving through these spinning
memories, like being pulled through a tunnel, or falling
down a well, but discovering that half-way down the well.
Reaching for the walls would not work. My only hope would
be to aim for the water at the bottom.
to withdraw my attention from these scenes, then, these
memories, and put my attention on the place to which I was
being drawn, aiming for it. I was headed there anyway, but
aiming for it gave me more of a sense of being in the driver's
seat, and that was a lot more comfortable for me. It was
a bit like riding a roller coaster in the front car, and
pretending that you're driving the thing along the tracks.
It gives a totally different ride, I can assure you, than
being swept out of control.
ride was long, but I had nothing else to do but go for it.
Finally, the end of the tunnel was in sight. I came out
into a kind of space, a stillness, where there was a glow
of energy addressing me. It was like a spark of life, energy
glowing with intelligence, not in a human form, just pure
consciousness. It seemed that some distance away, there
was another spark just observing the scene.
as though I were having an exit interview, something like,
"Well, your trip is over now, so complete things in your
consciousness about that, and we'll move on."
I looked back and saw my life
as I had lived it, completed my thoughts about things that
had happened, understood a lot of things differently, and
then expressed that I was ready.
Being began to move away. I began to follow, and then I
paused. The Being quickly asked me what the thought was
that had just entered my consciousness. I had thought that
it would be a shame for my daughters to have grown up without
their father in their life. I had spent a large part of
my life without my father in it, and I would have liked
my daughters to not have to have experienced that. Anyway,
I was ready to go.
Being said that because my reason for wanting to return
was somebody outside myself, I would be allowed to return.
Before I had the chance to express that I didn't really
want to return, there was a rapid, confused movement, something
happened, the other spark which had been "observing" was
somehow a part of it, and then I was waking up in this body,
in traumatic pain, with intense drama going on around me
in the hospital.
as if I had just jumped into a movie that had been underway,
but that I had not been the one in the body before this
moment. Because of the trauma and the drama, my attention
was directed to things happening in the physical world,
and the memory of what had happened before was somehow obliterated.
I had other things happening which were demanding my attention,
and besides, I did not have the belief systems that would
allow me to accept what had just happened.
the next year, I began to explore ideas and philosophies
I had no experience of before. I read books like "Life After
Life," and "Life After Death," and other writings which
described what people called, "Near Death Experiences,"
and I began to remember what had happened. I saw the similarities
to what others had experienced, and I knew then what had
happened to me. I thought also of the similarities to what
we consider the "normal" birth process, where babies are
born into bright lights and loud sounds and being slapped,
and perhaps, their attention is so much directed to outer
things that they forget their inner experiences just before
the process of being born.
time to time, I meet others who have made the trip, and
we compare notes. "What was it like for you?" One woman
said that before, she was certain there would be a Being
on the other side with a big book, looking at what she had
and had not done, and making checks and crosses, good marks
and bad marks. When she got to the other side, there really
was a Being there with a big book, just as she thought there
would be. The only bad marks she got, though, were for the
things that she hadn't done. Her only sin was self-denial.
on leaving the hospital was "Spinal Cord Tumor." There was
no treatment possible. I was given one or two months to
live, and I decided to do that living my new philosophy
of "I'm glad I did." I decided to work on myself, working
in my consciousness to release the tumor. Later, the doctors
decided that they must have made a mistaken diagnosis.
that's another story. By Martin Brofman, Ph.D.
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