The Day I Died

Written by Avalon De Witt

The happiest day of my life wasrepparttar day I died. I was three years old and living in Richmond, Indiana. It was a sunny day and my dad decided to take me fishing. We went to a nearby river and my dad chose a spot next to a small bridge where he cast his line and relaxed into a folding lawn chair onrepparttar 122334 riverbank.

I scurried off to explore. Underrepparttar 122335 bridge, just a few feet aboverepparttar 122336 water, a large pipe ran acrossrepparttar 122337 river. I was born a curious child and that pipe looked enticing. I would make a game of crossingrepparttar 122338 water by straddlingrepparttar 122339 pipe and scooting back and forth.

I was playing contentedly like this when suddenly, I slipped and fell in. The water engulfed me and I began gasping for air. I didn't know how to swim. With each gasp, I sank deeper and deeper. As my lungs filled with water, my instincts kicked in. I knew what was happening to me, and I fought desperately to reachrepparttar 122340 surface ofrepparttar 122341 water. Darkness closed in around me asrepparttar 122342 sunlight above me slipped further and further from my grasp. Soon, I was weak and going limp. I could see only darkness. There was nothing. No thoughts, no feelings. And it was eternal.

But only for a moment! Because suddenly, directly in front of me, inrepparttar 122343 midst of this darkness was a bright, sparkly sunbeam. A voice within me said, "BREATHE!" I knew this was it: my last breath, my last chance to escaperepparttar 122344 darkness. With all of my might, I inhaled as deeply as I could.

The inhale propelled me forward, intorepparttar 122345 sunbeam and I began rising torepparttar 122346 surface. The inhale continued. I reachedrepparttar 122347 surface and kept on rising.

Several yards aboverepparttar 122348 water, I looked back down and saw my dad running over torepparttar 122349 pipe. I could hear his thoughts like a mantra, "Getrepparttar 122350 baby, saverepparttar 122351 baby..."

"But, Daddy, I'm over here. Everything's, okay," I thought. Perfect, actually. Beautiful, so peaceful... Then, I realized that I could see in all directions at once. I was no longer contained and I could feel myself beginning to expand acrossrepparttar 122352 sky as I eased into this infinite breath that was now me! Beautiful music, like a million wind chimes enveloped me as I sailed toward a brilliant white light, surrounded by many shimmering, smaller ones. The Light beckoned me andrepparttar 122353 smaller lights reached out like arms, pulling me in for a great, warm hug. In an instant, I was one with my Creator and I was filled withrepparttar 122354 knowledge of all things. I was Love and all was perfect!

Through the Tunnel

Written by Martin Brofman, PhD

A Personal Account of NDE by a Walk-In

I was atrepparttar Episcopal Hospital in Philadelphia. I had just been told that I had a "blockage" in my spinal cord, fromrepparttar 122333 fourth torepparttar 122334 seventh cervical vertebrae atrepparttar 122335 level ofrepparttar 122336 neck, that had been responsible forrepparttar 122337 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 my head. I was told that I had to have an operation immediately, and that if I lived throughrepparttar 122338 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 haverepparttar 122339 operation in a few hours.

I realized that according to whatrepparttar 122340 doctors had said, I might be dead in a few hours. I went throughrepparttar 122341 stages that many people go through when they know they are about to die. First, there wasrepparttar 122342 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,repparttar 122343 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.

When I acceptedrepparttar 122344 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 alive.

I realized that I had released a perceptual filter that had been standing between me andrepparttar 122345 experience of life, and ironically, it had beenrepparttar 122346 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.

I thought ofrepparttar 122347 life I had lived, andrepparttar 122348 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 hads." 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 dids."

I had to decide what I wanted to do withrepparttar 122349 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 wastedrepparttar 122350 rest of my life, thrown it away, and it was too valuable for that. I decided to spend my remaining time feeling good, and just thinking of things that helped me to feel good -repparttar 122351 color ofrepparttar 122352 paint onrepparttar 122353 walls,repparttar 122354 smell of flowers inrepparttar 122355 room, anything positive. I knew I could always find something.

Finally,repparttar 122356 time came. I was taken torepparttar 122357 operating room, and as I was being givenrepparttar 122358 anesthetic, I thought that this might berepparttar 122359 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. Perhapsrepparttar 122360 next step after death was just oblivion. I let go.

I began to experience a vertigo, a sense of spinning, and it didn't feel good, so I stabilized myself inrepparttar 122361 center of it until I was still, and everything else was spinning around me. I was moving throughrepparttar 122362 spinning scenes, which were memories fromrepparttar 122363 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 downrepparttar 122364 well. Reaching forrepparttar 122365 walls would not work. My only hope would be to aim forrepparttar 122366 water atrepparttar 122367 bottom.

I had to withdraw my attention from these scenes, then, these memories, and put my attention onrepparttar 122368 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 inrepparttar 122369 driver's seat, and that was a lot more comfortable for me. It was a bit like riding a roller coaster inrepparttar 122370 front car, and pretending that you're drivingrepparttar 122371 thing alongrepparttar 122372 tracks. It gives a totally different ride, I can assure you, than being swept out of control.

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