here goes. I am not comfortable about posting my NDE experiences,
but a friend of mine suggested it. I had two experiences
seven years old having an asthma attack. I remember seeing
the light from a flashlight in my face, shouting and the
sound of my raspy breathing. It was nighttime. Then I remember
dropping my pink bunny doll in a parking lot, I was being
carried quickly in my mother's arms. Next I was above my
body, seated with legs crossed, my arms around my knees
watching the body' and a doctor and some nurses around the
body. I felt something I can only describe as compassion
and mild curiosity and pity at the same time. I saw the
people working on me, but did not understand what they were
doing. I heard someone say, We've lost her. And then my
attention turned to where I was. I was in a dark place,
on the edge of that place and the room below. I felt a deep
peace and no fear at all, nor a desire to return to my body.
I had the sense of a Great Presence coming towards me and
could see some people in the distance walking slowly towards
a bright glow. I knew I was not to join them. The Presence
grew closer and I felt an indescribable love, compassion
and joy wash over me. Then I knew with no words exchanged
that I was being gently sent back to my body to my life.
I accepted this and protested it in the same instant and
was immediately aware of entering my body feet first through
my head. It hurt physically and spiritually, like I was
being squeezed into a space much too small for my spirit.
I heard the sound of myself taking a breath like a swimmer
breaking the surface of the water. I remember nothing more
about that night except that I felt a deep compassion for
other people afterwards and a sense of how big we all are
spiritually. I have always remembered the strength, love
and gentleness of God, a certain sense of humor, and the
peacefulness of being in His presence."
been drinking heavily for days with little or no sleep.
I felt horrible about myself and had given up hope. I was
definitely clinically depressed. After a night of drinking,
I passed out and woke up in an unknown time later in my
room on my bed - around morning. I tried to get up but my
heart was pounding fiercely and I was passing out. I tried
several times to get up thinking that I just needed to drink
a beer or some wine to get to feeling better. I was feeling
worse than I have ever felt before, like I was having the
worst hangover of my life. But I did not care about getting
up to get a drink after a time and I was just lying there.
left there came clouds and a bright, white, orange and golden
light. I turned my head and there came a man out of these
clouds with other beings behind him a short distance away.
He was wearing an orange and rust colored robe over a cream
colored robe (like Jesus). I remember thinking that the
colors were not what I would expect. This man had collar-length
brown hair and a closely trimmed beard and mustache. The
most remarkable feature about him was his eyes. The thought
of his eyes brings me to tears sometimes. They were very
large and very brown and he seemed to speak through them
of supreme compassion, patience, indescribable love, joy
and a complete acceptance of me just the way I was. I also
felt that I had and always had his complete devotion and
looked at me, though he did not speak, and asked me, Do
you want to come with us now, or stay and fix your life?"
just waited, smiling at me, gazing at me, while I considered
the question and my life. There was so much I wanted to
do and I thought of my daughter. I was very aware that if
I had wanted to go with him it would have been an acceptable
choice to him, but the decision was mine. At the moment
of my decision to stay and fix my life, I was aware that
I was never alone and that I would have all the help I needed
to get through my life and do what I needed to do. I remember
the certainty of that and an overwhelming presence of God
and of this man that was looking at me with such total love.
It felt like my soul expanded with every second in his presence.
When I told him (without words) that I wanted to stay, he
smiled, beamed at me and turned around and walked back into
able to get up with no heart pounding or hangover and made
phone calls to my mother who called people to help me. I
asked my mother to come over and she did. I was sober' for
about 20 minutes to do all of this and then I spent the
next five days in and out of consciousness having very bad
withdrawals. But I remembered the man and the promise that
I would have the strength and the help I needed. I am not
alone and that I chose to be here to fix my life'.
as I can remember I have had some odd abilities that I just
can't explain. I know that other people don't necessarily
exhibit these things. I have noticed that I can't wear a
watch, as they stop or run funny. I have experienced telekinesis,
i.e. objects moving away as I reach for them or dropping
off shelves, doors opening as I go to turn the handle, and
then there is the blowing out of light bulbs. This is noticeable
to my friends and has frightened some. I have to make a
conscious effort to not blow lights out when I am in a certain
intense state of consciousness, which I have learned to
recognize. And another thing is that many, many people have
told me that there is something' about me that they are
drawn to. I just think I am unusually' compassionate, non-judgmental
and a really good listener! Anyway, there is more, but I
don't know how to put it into words. It is so complex. Sometimes
I feel like a freak, but most of the time I feel fine because
my experience happened when I was so young, so I have been
this way for a long time.