OK, I have to throw in my 2 cents here....
I died twice, at least clinically. Had a body bag called for me after a car accident and was written up as a fatality at another. However, being shot
with a 12ga. in the neck, head and chest was the most serious. I know it is going to be hard for some to accept, but being shot didn't hurt. I almost
bled out, about 5 minutes or so by the time fire rescue got there. I guess it was the body in shock or whatever, but I felt no pain. I was actually
floating in a quiet way. I don't recall much until the second day after a couple of trauma surgeries waking up in surgical ICU. Then I
I don't fear death or dying. as long as the death is fairly quick. I do not want to lay around for weeks or even months dying a slow death from cancer
or something in pain and being sick. I live in chronic pain every day, but being sick is a different thing all together for me. I would much rather be
in pain than being sick. I had pneumonia from the ventilator after I came around from another accident. That really was unpleasant. Anyway, I did
experience life after death and I know there are going to be flames about it, but others know it and have been through it as well. I know that life
after death exists and that it was much better that live in this sack of meat and bones.
I was absolutely comfortable. Unlike any time in my current state of existence. I was also aware of everything in the universe, connected to what I
can only call the 'All". It is hard to describe in words. I use the analogy of being in a pitch black room and in there is a fish tank full of life
but dark as well. Then the light in the tank is clicked on and you become 'Aware" of everything in the tank at once. That is what it was like, but
with the universe. There was an energy that flowed through everything. After that I had this massive, what I can only describe as a download, amount
of information flowing into my consciousness. Like an encyclopedia galactica every few seconds. It was like being connected to all of existence. There
was no pain, no hunger, no cold or hot, just bliss.
Interestingly for some reason, I started to panic when I realized my body was back on earth dying or dead. It was then I was snatched back into my
body and all the misery that comes from severe damage and hospitals. BTW, I was always scared to death of hospitals, especially surgery. I always
thought I was going to die by not coming out of anesthesia.
After 23 major surgeries and being half rebuilt out of titanium and screws, I don't fear surgery any more. I probably should though. So, ended my fear
of death and dying.
I know that people don't believe in life after death and they will just have to find out for themselves when it happens. I do feel a little bad for
them though because it must suck thinking this life is all there is for them. Not to mention that there is an energy behind everything in existence,
which for me is the creator's energy, but I will leave that to the individual to work out what is best for them to believe at this point. I think
there is a lot of confusion going on in the world about what is behind everything. Anyway, that is my 2 cents on death and dying.
ETA: I have had a broken ankle, spiral fractured tibia (titanium rod inside with screws), fractured femur and pelvis (also with titanium plates and
screws), shattered scapula, compression fracture of the L1 vertebrate, L1-L2 disc ruptured, L3-L4 herniated, T11-T12 herniated, and the shotgun 12ga
00 Mag. Buck shot blew off about 1/3 of my neck and piece of the back of my skull which was rebuilt with a pec flap where they cut the muscle out of
your chest and wrap it up and around to replace the neck muscle. That was some amazing work! You can only tell by the scar left now. Needles to say,
pain is my life. Fortunately for me I played football and had a huge neck and chest which is probably why I am still here today. My jugular was missed
by a fraction of an inch.
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