Annalise E's NDE altered her life in many ways

I was 16 years old. I had been admitted for general surgery to remove four teeth that had grown through the roof of my mouth.

I was taken down to the operating room. There were two nurses in attendance and an anesthesiologist. All were fully gowned so I could not see their faces. I was sedated.

At some point during the surgery, my heart stopped and I stopped breathing. Then I became conscious.

I was floating. There was no ceiling or walls. But, there was an arched structure that was possibly a tunnel. I was aware of the light energy being bent around me, although this was not a conscious thought at the time.

The light was excessively bright. If I had seen this on earth, it would have burnt my retinas. But it was the most beautiful light and it did not hurt at all. In fact, I would say it was as soft as it was bright.

I did not exist as a body, but was energy. I was an energy that was joined to all other energies; those that had been before and those that will be after. I became aware that we are all just energy and we are all intrinsically linked.

I recall no sound. Communication was or would have been via telepathy or just knowing; just knowing feels more appropriate.

There is no human word for how amazing and peaceful this state of being feels. I felt like this earth does not exist, nor does anyone in it. If they did exist, I'd be linked to them via energy because we are all one.

This place was familiar, like I had been here before. I may have even come from here.

I did not want to come back, but was made to come back. I felt myself being pulled back to the operating room. I did not want to come back. I did not want to leave that perfect feeling.

I was then on the ceiling of the operating theatre, looking down on the proceedings. There were more people in the room. I could see a girl fighting with them as they tried to bring her back to life. The machines would bring her back with a shock and then she'd kick and punch at them. Then the machines would show her still and lifeless form again. I recall thinking she was a rude and bad girl. I saw her punch a nurse in the face and sprain another nurse's wrist.

I realized the girl was me when I was no longer separate from her. I recalled nothing until I woke up the next day. I asked if I had died and was told someone would come to talk to me. Nobody came to talk with me.

Then there was a nurse who came onto the ward and I asked, 'How is your wrist?' She said, 'Still sore. How did you know about that?' I said, 'Well, I did it. I saw myself.' She replied, 'You're right, you did.' We talked some more and she confirmed that I had to be resuscitated midway through the surgery.

Since that time, no watches would work on me. My heart rate has been erratic.

This experience caused me to become exceedingly empathic, picking up on others' feelings and fears. I have had three of four clear premonitions, but on the whole, I know stuff about people, their motivations and intent. I know what is missing from files and information. So much so, that others question how I can know this stuff on a regular basis.

Either shortly before or shortly after this experience I attempted to kill myself. I can't quite remember the timing. I was told not to talk about it, so I tried to bury the experience for many years.

My mother asked me, while heavily sedated and on her deathbed, if heaven existed because I told her I had been there. I found this odd, as it was not something we talked about and she frowned upon it as she was a devout Christian. I told her it would be whatever she believed it to be and it would also be better than anything she could imagine.

My father asked me on his deathbed, if it was his choice when to die. I told him it was his choice and he died within 10 minutes after that. At the time of his death, he was clearly having 'silent' conversations with entities I could not see in the room. I had gone to check on him. I thought I heard him and my partner having a conversation. My father was the only one in the room. My partner was asleep in another room. The second person was nowhere to be seen. Yet my father was awake. We had been told he probably had a few months to live. However, I knew I had to stay awake that night.

I was aware of my grandmother's death prior to it being called. My grandmother subsequently visited me after her death in 1979 when I was 10 years old.

After my NDE incident, I had a vision of my grandfather who died when I was 2 years old. I was able to fully describe the house that he lived in and other family members who were by then deceased. I was aware of my grandfather's death prior to us being contacted about it.

 

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Tony G reports seeing several deceased persons

Firstly, I am a retired police officer from Queensland in Australia. I hold a Bachelor of Arts degree in psychology/sociology. I am non-religious, nor am I superstitious. I have two highly-educated young adults and one of them is a clinical neuro-psychologist; the other has a PhD in IT.

I don’t see religious figures, get lotto numbers or believe in tarot cards or play with Ouija boards.

My experiences are very human-related, mostly of seeing people who have passed on. My first experience was when I was young. My uncle, who had passed on, came to me and said goodbye. Since this experience, I have seen quite a few deceased people who were usually visiting to say goodbye. They were wearing recognizable clothes and appeared like they were in another dimension. I also saw three dead women overseeing a fatal crash where they were killed. They were hugging each other and overlooking the scene. These are rare experiences for me, but I will outline the most significant visit which happened in the mid-1980’s in Victoria, Australia.

My wife and I had visited my wife and her family in Tasmania for a quick visit. This was many years before this happened. My sister and I rarely spoke on the phone and email was not available. Essentially, we had little contact.

I was visiting my parents as they had rented a holiday house. My sister also came up from Tasmania with her three boys. My sister’s husband was killed in a motorcycle crash in Tasmania about a year before this experience. I did not attend the funeral due to work, and never spoke to her as my mother conveyed the news. I was never told the details of his death except that he ran into the back of a truck and was killed.

Later in the day, I was relaxing reading a magazine in the lounge room; I had to go to work that evening. My sister was doing dishes in the kitchen. I noticed a figure standing, with his arms folded, and looking out of the window. He wore a white shirt with horizontal green stripes, fawn-colored pants and black shoes. He did not seem happy. I yelled jokingly to my sister that someone was here. She entered the room and I described what I saw. She stated that it was her husband, wearing what she had buried him in. She brought the clothes especially for his burial. He came toward us and I could hear him clearly. He was not happy about a boyfriend she was seeing, what she was doing on their small farm, and other issues. She answered when I relayed his questions to her. She appeared to know what he was talking about. I had no knowledge of her activities or relationships. This went on for about 10 minutes. He then moved away, kept a distance for a short time, and then left.

When we told my mother, she was shocked. She is a practicing Catholic. When talking to my sister's husband, I noticed that his shirt collar was done up to the top of his neck and that one side of the collar was lifted up at an angle. I never mentioned the collar to my sister, but did mentioned it to my mother who did attend the funeral. She said they had to raise the collar due to injuries he had received. I had presumed he would have received chest injuries.

I have many science books, books on NDEs, and have been looking for a scientific answer to this occurrence for many years; but, to date, cannot find it. If any light can be shown on an explanation, scientifically I would be very pleased. Just for your information, I am glad science is tackling the issues of NDEs. I can also see auras and do not take drugs, drink or have psychological issues.

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Ashley M’s near-death experience

It was nearly 28 years ago when I had my near death experience. I was twelve years old and in junior high school. I had an accident at a school function, and was accidentally hung by a rope around my neck. I was alone at the time of the accident, and I remember looking for something to stand on to pull myself up. I was frantic! 

Then I remember looking at myself from an outside perspective. The next thing I saw was a bright loving light. It looked like a million light bulbs close together, forming one huge, loving light. I went towards it and was pulled through to a place where I remember feeling peace and love beyond measure. I was then welcomed by so many people I knew and loved! Some were people I knew only in heaven before coming to earth. The love and happiness was so strong! I don't remember seeing bodies, only energies or auras. We communicated telepathically. They were surprised I was there so soon. Then I was shown to a spirit guide who led me to a building that had Greek columns out front. It was a massive building.

 
Then I was brought to a room full of other people and their spirit guides. Each of us were standing around something like a circular table. It had a dome in the center of the table. I looked into the dome and started my life review. I could witness and experience my life from many different perspectives. I felt what others felt from my actions from their point of view. It was hard to go through, but I knew it was to learn and grow from my time on earth. I remember hearing others cry, laugh, and other things because of what they did on Earth. My spirit guide told me it was okay, and that we are all loved; that this was not a judgment. I was told that we all learn best by experiencing it ourselves. God does not judge us. We are all learning beings. The hardest of part of judgment comes from feeling our lives from so many different perspectives. I could take as long as I wanted because this review was to learn and gain empathy.

Then, I was taken to a room where the energies that had a really hard time with the life review were put to sleep to recover and heal. They were surrounded by a loving white light. I was shown a place where everyone has a pre-set life on record, chosen by us. I was shown my life path. Reincarnation is real, but it is our choice to incarnate. We do so to learn and grow. God is Love. We are sent to Earth to love and be loved unconditionally. Heaven looks just like Earth and is unbelievably beautiful. I could travel anywhere just by thinking about it. Time doesn't exist in heaven. We are all beautifully and wonderfully made. The image of God is the emotion/energy of Love.

I was then told that I would need to come back to Earth. I didn't want to come back and I fought it. But, I was told my mission was to speak to the world about my experience and to teach that God is love and our purpose here is to show love and kindness to everyone. Heaven is REAL.

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground being given CPR. For months later, I remember being depressed because I wanted to go back. I have only shared this experience with a handful of people. However, I am feeling the pull to share my story. It is difficult because I am a teacher, and I live in a very conservative area. Many of the things I experienced even go against my Christian religion. I do not hold all the answers. I believe that there is a God, and I cannot deny the existence of Heaven.

I believe that whatever I believe, that if it resonates with me, helps demonstrates love to others, and gives me peace, then that is my truth. I can have bits and pieces of what I personally experienced in a NDE and still find peace going to church or hiking in the mountains etc. It is my connection to God's Love that matters.

I have been highly sensitive to iridescent lights and loud sounds since my NDE. I also find myself to be highly empathic, and it seems all my senses were extremely heightened since this experience. I'm not sure why I remember so much from my NDE. I feel blessed to not fear death. I know we are all here for a purpose. I am more aware of my actions and behavior towards others. I try to show kindness and love to others. Life is a constant work in progress. I know that God is Love and Heaven is real. I hope this gives some of you comfort. Thank you for letting me share.

 

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NDERF.org report translated from French

I was 16 years old and born into a practicing, Catholic family. On Saturday in January 1982, I was walking to church to attend mass. I was very disappointed to not be allowed to go to a dance party with a friend. I had just left her house, saying this prayer inwardly, 'Lord, you see what this sacrifice is costing me, make it at least so that it’s not in vain!' 

I crossed a bridge and came to an intersection, where I entered the crosswalk. The last image I saw was the horrified face of the driver in the car. Simultaneously, I heard a terrifying sound of brakes. I told myself, 'I'm going to die!'

I flew over the vehicle, and was dragged under the wheels of the car behind that one. At that moment, I saw the scene from above, in 360° spherical vision but without realizing that this scene was about me. I saw disturbed onlookers, a crowd, and heard the shouts and howls.

I was thinking, 'Why are they getting disturbed?' Then I moved and saw my parents run up to the bridge. I said to myself, 'Why is Mum in slippers? She looks distraught; there's something bad going on. Oh, hey, there's a wrecked car and some feet sticking out…” Then I saw a young man I knew who was watching.

I was able to tell him afterwards that I knew he was there on that day and I acurately described how he was dressed.

I was then suddenly sucked into a luminous tunnel. I saw an immense light. I moved toward the light, feeling intense Happiness and a fullness and peace I had never known. I felt my soul expand such that it felt like it encompassed the whole universe. It was wonderful as I was bathed in universal love. There were multitudes of people, but I couldn't see any faces. Instead, I 'felt' them. All my senses were heightened in an extraordinary way.

At that moment, I never wanted to go back or to leave this Happiness. Then a magnificent lady, who was dressed in a luminous, white dress, was standing in front of this great halo of light. I was sucked into this light. This woman was very beautiful, but above all because of the kindness that I saw in her smile and the way she looked at me. I knew I was loved. I thought then that it was my grandmother who had passed away shortly before this experience. She seemed to be fully listening to the person behind her whom I call 'the luminous star'. I wanted to move forward, but she stopped me by waving me back. It was a very painful rejection that stayed with me for several years. I insisted, without using words, that I wanted to stay with her. Words weren't necessary. She listened to the luminous star who seemed to speak to her but I couldn't hear it. Then she told me, 'You still have things to do on Earth; you must go back.'

Then I saw, as in a kaleidoscope, a kind of flashback movie showing all the moments of my life where I had not loved enough. There were some very concrete situations, but I can't remember exactly. What I remember is that all of those moments were like hot mud thrown in my face. It was very painful, so I begged God to stop this torture. I made a last prayer in what I thought was the Kingdom of the dead, 'If you save my life, I promise to make up for all these moments and to love more.'

I opened my eyes and saw the stretcher-bearers place me in the vacuum mattress. I was dazed and didn't speak. The police and firefighters told me that I should have died under the circumstances. They couldn't believe that I only had a few broken bones, bruises, and head trauma.

For two years, I had nightmares upon hearing the sound of the brakes. But each time, like a reassuring hand, the memory of the lady soothed me. Then I wrote a note to my mother who told me that from what I had written her, she thought that I had seen not my grandmother but the Virgin Mary. I couldn't tell anyone else, as I feared that I would be mocked, except I did tell my husband ten years later.

This brief moment of a few seconds is unforgettable. It helped me greatly in the following years to endure significantly painful ordeals. I had another serious accident that resulted in multiple transplant operations and one year of rehabilitation. I experienced the loss of our first baby. I had two acute pancreatitis attacks two years apart during the period of post-partum. I had several hospitalizations in intensive care. I have experienced five births and the departure of my grandfather, and then of my father.

Before this experience, my life was a black and white movie. Afterwards, it was a movie in color.

Each encounter and the words of the gospel, took an unexpected meaning in light of this experience. My faith was strengthened. I even thought I was called to religious life. Then I met my husband who also had an intense inner life.

I understood that we would be judged on Love (as St John of the Cross says) and that our life is only a trivial passage, but especially it is not real Life. True Life is blissful eternity, but we can begin to live this eternity right now. As I understood a few years later, it is no longer necessary to die to know or relive this experience: by loving here on earth, we explore the Heaven of our soul and live the communion of Saints in the anticipation of the Kingdom of God.

Physicists argue that mind is One and we are too

In Recovering the Soul Larry Dossey refers to arguments in The Miracle of Existence, written by Henry Margenau (1901-1997) when he was Professor Emeritus of physics and Natural Philosophy at Yale University. “For Margenau, the fact that we perceive the same world is evidence for the existence of the Universal Mind. Granted, everyone’s vision of things is not precisely identical, a fact that is amply documented by decades of experiments in perceptual psychology. Yet there is a rough equivalence between our visions that no one can doubt; we can communicate shared experiences about our world without too much difficulty. Now, what are we to make of the fact that we collectively share a coherent picture of the world? This fact is profoundly important, says Margenau. After we take in incoming stimuli, they are finally combined into a ‘physical reality, in essence the same for all.’ And this ‘oneness of the all implies the universality of mind if we remember that matter is a construct of the mind.’

“This significant possibility,” Dossey writes, “is overlooked consistently by perceptual psychologists, neurologists, and philosophers of the mind. If, as modern neuroscience agrees, we know nothing except through the senses, then why is there not a different world for each brain? Brains are not alike even in identical twins. And the same brain, from one moment to the next, can perceive the same stimuli in a different way, and make a different world picture. When we consider how radically different the pictures that our brains make could be, it is astonishing that our world pictures turn out to be as coherent as they are.

“And the reason they are coherent, Margenau implies, is not because our brains are similar or work the same, but because our minds are one. It takes a single consciousness to make a single picture of the world, especially when that world picture is being assembled by all the brains on the planet. Only the One Mind, a Universal Mind, could do such a thing. To perform in such a way it must be nonlocal in the sense of being beyond individual brains and bodies. If the One Mind were not at work shaping the vast amount of sensory data processed every moment by the sea of brains on the Earth, we might expect world pictures to be formed that are so disparate as to be incommunicable.

Dossey notes: “Some counter that the pictures we make of the world are one because there is only one world to make the picture from. This view is that of naïve realism, and Margenau and modern physics in general ask us to go beyond it, for there is really no ‘out there’ that we can regard as totally external, objective, and the same for everyone. There is an aspect of reality that is deeper than the ‘outside’ objects, and must include the mind. Ultimately this is the reality of the One, the Universal Mind, which in its most comprehensive expression is God."

Philosopher Ken Wilber concludes: “each individual is part of God or part of the Universal Mind. I use the phrase ‘part of’ with hesitation, recalling its looseness and inapplicability even in recent physics. Perhaps a better way to put the matter is to say that each of us is the Universal Mind but inflicted with limitations that obscure all but a tiny fraction of its aspects and properties.”

Larry Dossey, Recovering the Soul: A Scientific and Spiritual Search (Bantam, 1989), 154-161.

I'm Going Home on the Morning Train

 

A spiritual composed and sung during slavery.

I’m going home on the morning train.

I’m going home, on the morning train.

I’m going home. I’m going home.

I’m going home on the morning train.

On my way, to the freedom land.

On my way, to the freedom land.

I’m going  home. I’m going  home.

On my way, to the freedom land.

 

No more troubles, now they’re gone.

No more struggles, my time has come.

I’m going home. I’m going home.

I’m going home on the morning train.

 

The McDonald Sisters - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gox3_GREz_c

Peter, Paul and Mary - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKHzfboDYUc

An experiment verifies prayer helps healing

In Recovering the Soul Larry Dossey writes: “Most people today believe that in science there is no place for prayer. Perhaps this idea is a holdover from some three centuries ago, when ‘action at a distance’ was deplored by the best minds. Galileo condemned Johannes Kepler’s views on gravity as ‘the ravings of a madman’ when the latter proposed that invisible forces from the moon, acting across gigantic distances, were causing the earth’s tides.

“Obviously the modern mind has sided with Kepler,” Dossey writes, “by accepting the action at a distance that is gravitation, but we have not been so generous in our attitude toward prayer. However, in perhaps the most rigidly controlled scientific study ever done on the effects of prayer, cardiologist Randolph Byrd, formerly a university of California professor, has shown that prayer works and that it can be a powerful force in healing.

“Byrd designed his study as ‘a scientific evaluation of what God is doing.’ Dossey explains: “During his ten-month study a computer assigned 393 patients admitted to the coronary care unit at San Francisco General Hospital either to a group that was prayed for by home prayer groups (192 patients) or to a group that was not remembered in prayer (201 patients). The study was designed according to the most rigid criteria that can be used in clinical studies in medicine, meaning that it was a randomized, prospective, double blind experiment in which neither the patients, nurses, nor doctors knew which group the patients were in. He recruited Roman Catholic groups and Protestant groups around the country to pray for members of the designated group. The prayer groups were given the names of their patients, something of their condition, and were asked to pray each day, but were given no instructions on how to pray.”

“The results were striking. The prayed-for patients differed from the others remarkably in several areas:

1. They were five times less likely than the unremembered group to require antibiotics (three patients compared to sixteen patients).

2. They were three times less likely to develop pulmonary edema, a condition in which the lungs fill with fluid as a consequence of the failure of the heart to pump properly (six compared to eighteen patients).

3. None of the prayer-for group required endotracheal intubation, in which an artificial airway is inserted in the throat and attached to a mechanical ventilator, while twelve in the unremembered group required mechanical ventilator support.

4. Fewer patients in the prayed-for group died (although the difference in this area was not statistically significant).

If the technique being studied had been a new drug or a surgical procedure instead of prayer, it would almost certainly have been heralded as some sort of ‘breakthrough.”

Dr. William Nolan, author of a book that criticizes faith healing, has acknowledged: “It sounds like this study will stand up to scrutiny.” Even suggesting, “maybe we doctors ought to be writing on our order sheets, Pray three times a day. If it works, it works.”

Dossey adds: “This rigorous study suggests that something about the mind allows it to intervene in the course of distant happenings, such as the clinical course of patients in a coronary care unit hundreds of thousands of miles away. In this prayer study the degree of spatial separation did not seem to matter.” And this fact “suggests that the effects of prayer do not behave like common forms of energy; that no ‘signal’ is involved when the mind communicates with another mind or a body at a distance.” In other words, no matter how those praying may conceive of their prayers “going somewhere”—to the patients or to God—there is no known energy that would explain prayer as actually moving from one place to another.

This “nonlocal’ characteristic of prayer should not be a surprise for anyone familiar with the major theistic religious traditions. For their teachings have never confined God to a particular place. Instead, God is everywhere, transcending space and time. In Dossey’s words, God “is nonlocal, an attribute shared by our own minds. Thus we can say without hesitation that something about us is divine.”

Larry Dossey, Recovering the Soul: A Scientific and Spiritual Search (Bantam, 1989), 45-48.