Diane's NDE

I am 62 years old and will be 63 the end of May this year.   My first flat line was during spinal surgery Aug. 1, 1957, for the removal of a clinically malignant hemangioma (Ed. Note: hemangioma is a tumorous growth of cells that compose the lining of blood vessels)  the size of a football, which was encompassing the 10th, 11th & 12th thoracic vertebras at the LA Orthopedic Hospital, by Drs. Joseph K. Lucas and Jones.   I was 21 years old, the mother of an almost 2 year old son, Larry, and the doctors were very concerned about the prognosis.   During the surgery, the hemangioma bled profusely and the doctor accidentally cut into my spinal cord.   I flat lined and the nurse came out and advised my family I'd died on the table.   I was not conscious of the separation from my body, only that somehow I'd awaken during surgery.  I thought that I was looking up into the surgical light over the table and somehow it was a mirror for me to see myself on the table.  I was able to describe how I lay face down on the table, how my back was held open for surgery, the blood, and the doctors working on me.  I was also able to see them turning me on my side to attempt revival, and that was all I remembered.  I awakened the next day in ICU.   I was not aware of coming back into my body either nor of what had next been told to my family.   The nurse had returned to advise them that the doctors had successfully revived me, however I would never walk or talk again.  They had not removed all of the hemangioma, and had not fused my spine as planned originally.

    That next morning upon awakening, I called out to a nurse to help me get out of the blocks surrounding me.  The very fact that I spoke sent the nurse running for the doctors.  Not only did my doctors come running, but it seemed as if every free doctor in the hospital ran to my room.  Comments were made to me about my speaking.  I asked if the blocks could be removed and Dr. Jones did so, after which he gently rolled my onto my back.  He asked how I felt and after I'd reassured him that I felt fine, he began to do all those marvelous pin/wheel and other tests on my entire body. When he was satisfied I did indeed 'feel', he asked me what I wanted to do next.  Raise my head?  I not only said yes to this, but told him I wanted the catheter out of me and I wanted to get up and walk.  The catheter removed, they raised the head of the bed, and I took his arm to pull myself upright, then swung my body around and planted my feet on the step stool.  He told me to just let my legs dangle a minute, but once he saw I was determined to stand and walk, he let me do so.  Naturally, he was close at hand in the event I fell.  No problem.  I've walked ever since.   I last saw Dr. Lucas in Dec. of 1979, when he had his son, also an orthopedic surgeon come over to see me.  I have 3 vertebras which are still not fused, still honey combed, egg shell thin and micro-fractured.  And Dr. Lucas has included me in a full chapter of 11 text books which he's written.

   My next experience was awesome and not at all as Sara experienced.   It will be 41 years ago April 4, (was 1958) when I had what is now called a NDE.  It was Good Friday, and I was approaching my 22nd birthday, pregnant with my fourth son.  Two sons had died prior to this child.  My 2nd son, David was 2 months old and had a heart birth defect.    My 3rd son, Douglas, was just removed forcibly from my womb in the 7th month because the doctor felt I'd loose him anyway.  Despite his being born alive, and then expiring in the nurses hands, she advised me I would never get a birth certificate (still or otherwise) for this son.   I really wanted Michael, my 4th son and was beyond 'term'.   I'd gone to church, came home and fed Larry, putting him down for his nap, when I thought my water broke in the kitchen.  I walked to the den, phoned for my then husband to come home, then the doctor, and then my mother to watch Larry.  I continued on in through the living room and on to the bedroom, laying down on our bed.  It was not water that I was leaking all over the floors.  It was blood.   I felt weak but was not afraid and knew that I needed to be calm for the baby's sake.

   Larry awakened, climbed out of his crib, noted the blood and told me in his little 2 1/2 years way, that he was going to get Alice, a neighbor 2 doors down.  And he did!   Were it not for her, my husband would have found me dead and not had me dying instead enroute to the hospital.  That time frame of Alice coming, raising the foot of the bed up is probably one reason I was able to come back.  At least, I believe it is partially why because she was also due to have a baby and was very tiny.  Her gift of love is why I believe I came back.   When my then husband got there, he bundled me into the car and we drove from Glendale to St. Joseph's Hospital in Burbank.  Enroute I became very cold, and frightened.   I sensed I was dying suddenly and was honestly afraid, but I think then it was mostly for Larry.

    Death was so quick.  One moment, heavy and in pain, cold and frightened.  And in the next moment, I felt as if someone had taken a key and unlocked a heavy armor to drop it off me.  I was free, alive, warm and so full of love.  I multi-located all at once.  I was with my husband, with my mother who was driving to get Larry, with Larry, with my dad at NBC-TV where he worked, with each of my two sisters at work and one at school and my brother at school.   I was also with my doctor as he drove to the hospital and told him the entrance he came in.  I was able to tell each their thoughts, what exactly each was doing during the time frame I was dead.  I was with each and any other person interacting with them, also with these people as they moved about to do what had to be done.  I even went with a pediatrics nurse to the basement of the hospital to get whole plasma.   That is how much I was able to multi-locate.  BUT, I was also looking down on the San Fernando Valley as if in an airplane enjoying the view.  And at the same time, I was looking down at the earth, and we had NOT gone to space yet.  I never went through any tunnel at all.  In fact, I crossed through our galaxy, on through the universe and it was really awesome.  It was all so familiar to me, too.  I felt very good.  And suddenly I was HOME. 

    I knew where I was, and that this was where I did belong.  And Sara described it as the place which was alive.  The place she could not enter then.  She will!  But, I was there inside and it is more than we can imagine.  Heaven is very real, in fact, more real than earth.  The water do sparkle, but it is because they are living waters.  And the colors they produce are awesome.  Everything we have growing here, is there but it is far more beautiful and very alive.  When you think, 'how beautiful the waters are' or 'the trees are' or 'the grass is', each responds to the thought with an acknowledgment of love in return.  You feel within you their love towards you for that appreciation.  It is not all countryside either, or landscape.  It is the perfection of everything we've tried to create or paint, or build or have here on earth which we think will make us happy or our lives better.  The great masters and builders were just trying to duplicate Heaven here. And it makes perfectly good sense.  Because earth was truly created from the firmament of Heaven.

    I was showed so much, some which at that time was extremely difficult to describe after my return.  But, I was taken to a computer room, which I really found hard to relate.  We will never catch up to that one.  The being with me was literally showing me around, including technology we did not have then.  He (note, I identified the being as he, and there is both a male and female side to our Creator), showed me how this computer worked.   We communicated by telepathy.   I guess I was curious about the Civil War, so he took out a CD (at the time I described it as a tiny metallic record) the size of a quarter.  He placed it into the table top surface of the computer base, and suddenly the entire wall disappeared and below I was viewing a battle scene from the Civil War.  Only I was not looking down any more, but actually standing on the field during the battle.  So, it was like virtual reality and a hologram all at once.  And I must have sent a message that I didn't like being there, as I was suddenly back with the being and it all disappeared back to just the wall.

    He took me across a lovely open plaza with fantastic fountains and on to a Palace which had to be many stories high (the halls were 2-3 stories high).  There was gold ornate pillars and marble halls, everything was absolutely the wealthiest man's dream and yet better than anything here on earth.  It was AWESOME.  It would take too many words to describe all that I saw.  And then we approached two very distinctly ornate doors, very high and which had symbols or scrolled lettering over and on them.  And they opened without force.  I'd noted that we moved like we were above the ground yet everything felt real and solid to me.  I felt very solid.  And there was a Light in this great room, and it called to me without uttering a sound orally.  And I knew that I was only being permitted to see the reflection of the Light.  And I felt peace, love and awe.  And the Light said, "Stretch forth your arms and hands and see that your body is one of solid light."  And I did and it was truth.  I could not see through my body, it was solid, perfect and beautiful.  And then HE (the Light) said "You are not being punished when I take your sons from you.  You see, they are treasures so rare I can part with them no longer.  And I use you to bring forth your sons for My Vanguard."   And I seemed to understand.   Then, He said "You must go back now, and know that I love you and will be with you all the days of your life."  And with those words, I went with the speed of light back through the palace, the great open areas, the universe and our galaxy and right to my body. 

    I entered into my body through the top of my head and noted as I did, that Michael, who'd been taken by emergency C-section, was just that moment leaving his tiny form through the top of his head to be born again.   Unless you are born again, you will not enter into the kingdom of Heaven.  And that is what death is: birth!   A baby dies to its mother's womb the moment it is born into this world.  Yet we rejoice in that death and birth cycle.  When we die to earth's womb, we are born again eternally.   Yet we mourn for those who participate in such a joyful moment.

    I awakened three days later in a special room next to ICU.  I died briefly on Dec. 18, 1968 with the birth of my last son, Gregory, who was my 11th son and my 13th child. 9 of my sons now have been born again, including my eldest son, Larry, who was murdered.  But, I am not afraid of death.  I know who we are, why we are here, what we need to do while here.  I am in a human form, subject to the frailty of this form, falling often.  Yet I know our Creator only asks that we use the key we were given: LOVE.  War is logical, because we can't forget that awe. 

    Angels are real, we should know.  Lucifer and his band were not destroyed for a very good reason.  We should know!   We do have a guardian angel and a tormenter.  The key to knowledge is that our Creator does all in threes.  We need to think about that! I could expound this.    We have had our memories blocked from our previous life.  We do not come back around another time, nor is it expected of us.  All the world is a stage and that choice of wording is not out of the air.

    We choose when, who and where we are to be born.  And each is given within the ability to overcome or endure whatever life dishes out.  Mind over matter is fact, and why miracles do happen.  It is believing in what you instinctively know.  And nothing is truly impossible.  We could have better lives than we chose to live out..   We often recognize each other and don't know why.  But, I do!   And so do babies and small children recognize me.

    And the biggest joke on us all is that there is no race, color or creed to our existence after life here.  We are all made in the image and likeness of our Creator.   We are all beings of solid light with forms, with unique, individual identities.  And as infinite as fingerprints, we are equally infinite.

   The truest anguish I've had here is missing there.  But, I will be here what a good nun wrote under my high school photo while here.   'A Quenchless Star Forever Bright"    I cannot even hate my son's murderers, but rather pray for them that each will be with us in Eternity.   That is how powerful my experience with life after death was for me.  I have never hated my son's killers, knew who they were and didn't wish vengeance on them.  Our Creator is too awesome to deny Him any souls.
  
     I wish you to know that I am writing a book on this above as well as the many, many miracles which have occurred in my life here.   And believe me, there are many documented miracles.   But, I thought it would be nice for you to hear from someone with a positive NDE.

Ed. Note: When her book comes out... we'll let our readers know!  NDERF will be first in line to get a copy!