My first near death experience was at age 45 in 1995. I suffered a massive heart attack and subsequently had a triple by-pass. After I came to after the operation, I had a distinct memory of moving to another dimension or place if you will. For several months I thought this memory was caused by the drugs but after time I came to believe it was something else.
I drifted or floated to a place of such calm it is impossible to gauge. There was a blue sky, as blue as I have ever seen. Sometimes today I will look at a blue sky and get a feeling of calmness. I saw tall grass gently blowing in the wind over rolling hills. But there was no feeling of a breeze, nor was there any sound. It was so quiet.
I was not walking but seemed to be floating over the fields very slowly. This place was filled with warmth, calmness and an unexplainable feeling of fulfillment and being one with the universe.
As I was drifting over the hills so very slowly and absorbing this feeling of greatest warmth, I saw “frames” of my children flashing across the horizon. They were not “still pictures” but pictures of them looking at me, very worried. They were wanting me to come back to be with them. They needed me and they did not say anything. I could hear them without seeing their lips moving.
I knew I had to make a choice right then. If I didn't I would not be going back.
To go on, I would be encompassed by this calmness and warmth forever. It would have been nice to go on. To go back I would be going to a place of hurt and pain. It would be filled with pain and responsibility. The hurt of emotions, the stress of life. I decided to go back because my children needed more help in directing their futures. Their future depended on me to be there. It was just not time yet. The children are just not ready to go on by themselves.
Instantly I was back.
I saw no bright light or angels or the feeling of a religious entity.
MY SECOND NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE happened in 1997. I was involved in a serious car crash with many major injuries. When I was trapped in the car, I felt no pain even though I had my pelvis broken in two places, a fractured tailbone, a rib that had punctured my lung, a fractured skull and lacerations to my face and part of my ear was severed.
I had many flashbacks of the accident for months after, but I had a positive and complete memory of the near death experience when I became conscious enough to talk and stay awake without passing out several days later.
I started talking about my experience to my son first then to others as I became more comfortable talking about it. Again, I tried to evaluate whether this was from the drugs or was it just the signals that your mind gets as your body shuts down.
I saw again, a place of warmth, love and friendship. It was something like a tunnel but not round, it was a walkway type tunnel that you see joining buildings or stores together. The type that goes over a street. Not narrow but wide. I walked along it, or it felt like I was walking but I don’t remember my feet moving. It was not bright on each side of the walkway, but it was not dark either.
When I reached the end of the tunnel, I could see people. It appeared to be only from their waist up. It was not scary at all. Everyone was smiling and happy.
I saw faces that I recognized. I saw two grandfathers and my father. It was very dark behind their bodies and I felt the presence of multitudes of others behind them.
Someone was shaking my hand as to greet me. I think it was my father. He died of Alzheimer's disease and was a mess when he died. But now he was upright and looking healthy and I realized just how short he really was. All these people were so very happy to see me.
At that point I felt the need to go back to the living. It was not a horrifying feeling but just a point where it was time to decide. I still don’t think the decision to go back was mine. I feel someone decided it for me.
My hand was still holding (not shaking anymore in greetings) the person who I first started shaking hands with. The hand was very warm and soothing. My hand slowly and gently slipped away as I floated backwards to the living world. The hand was not holding me at all but had a very gentle grip.
Then it was over. I was back.
Somewhere during this whole experience or whatever it was, I remember a brown door with an old-fashioned porcelain doorknob on it surrounded by a black background. I knew that on the other side of the door was a religious phenomenon, very bright light and probably GOD himself. This door is always there and is available to everyone. I can go through it any time I wish. I have a feeling that my hand was on the doorknob and I could have gone through anytime I wanted.
In retrospect, I am not afraid of dying now.
One distinct feeling I have is there are people who went to the other side against their will and I feel so very sorry for them. They are happy there because they have adjusted but would rather have spent more time in the real world to stay with loved ones.
I used to be religious, but am not a religious person today. Although I have now a great respect for deeply religious people.
I had an insight to something very few people get to see and I am happy to have experienced it. I enjoy telling people about it, but I am very careful to who I talk to about this.