My husband and I were riding our motorcycle when
we had a terrible accident. During the accident, my body was slammed to the
ground.
I left my body lying on the ground and found myself in a starry tunnel. I knew
that if I let myself go all the way through it, I wouldn't come back. There was
no fear or pain. I felt infinite love but at the same time I was focused on my
struggle not to reach the end of the tunnel. I knew I didn't want to leave my
children and that I needed to call emergency services for my husband.
As I began to fly through the tunnel, the first thing I noticed was that I was
looking down on the embankment that we had crashed into. I felt the pull to go
on further getting stronger and stronger. I saw a light appear at the end of
the tunnel. But I kept fighting with all my strength to STOP and go no further.
Suddenly I was in a field of tall, beautiful, green grass that was undulating
in waves—yet there was no wind. Overhead, the sky was pink/rosy/purple and I
felt a strong sense of well-being, as if I were in a wonderful paradise—a sort
of Garden of Eden.
I saw my husband walking towards me through the grass. We looked at each other
and without talking, I understood that he had died. I knew that at this moment
we had to say goodbye. He let me know that he will be waiting for me, but for
now I need to care for our boys.
Then I was on the ground again, back in my body and feeling overwhelming pain.
Despite my serious injuries, I got up and walked. I was afraid I would die if I
let myself just lie there. I had nine broken ribs, a hemopneumothorax (air and
blood in the chest cavity) one fractured vertebra, my thumb joint and my knee
were seriously sprained, and both shoulder blades were broken.
When I was told that my husband had died in the accident, I already knew.
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