a reply to: TheRedneck
Interesting experience. I've had something of the sort many years ago, when I was involved in a bad accident, caused mainly by my childish stupidity.
After a blank period, I became sort of conscious, being stuck on the wall with my arms stretched sideways, and bolts of electricity were flowing in
through my open palms. Meaning I was still having some sort of human shape, and my first thought was that this was some kind of punishment for what I
did, and I saw my family standing at the far end of a bed which was below me.
I realised I was in a hospital, everything was white, grey or silvery shining, only one oxygen tube which was blue, so blue it was hurting my eyes,
and I tried to avoid seeing it but it was against the opposite wall a bit to the left and I couldn't avoid seeing it so I shouted to everybody in the
room to get me down, and I looked down to the bed and there was the other me, sleeping in it with some wires coming out from under the sheet covering
I didn't have time to be scared or even interested in that other "me", because I felt something was wrong with my shout. It wasn't a shout, it was
like a silent bubble growing from my forehead, or like me me stretching somehow towards them, and I noticed I had no mouth and I didn't feel the need
to breathe in, so I wanted to get off that wall and that was enough for it to happen.
Next, I was floating somewhere at ceiling level, looking down at everybody and it felt like I was laughing with relief (don't know whether I was
really laughing, I just felt like I was) seeing how easy it was to peel myself from that nasty wall. The electric bolts weren't there anymore, or they
didn't bother me that much at that moment, I was just very happy I wasn't a poster on that wall anymore.
I could see the walls if I wanted, but just as well they would become transparent like glass if I wanted to look through, and I could see all the way
along the hallway outside, and into the other rooms so I decided to explore and now I was feeling like a cloud and I floated outside, and "flew" along
the corridor looking at the patients, doctors, nurses and visitors, all the way to the two elevators at the end of the hallway, where it expanded
sideways. I looked through the windows and I saw the green tops of the trees outside.
I floated through the wall/window towards them, and I saw a park with patients, visitors, kids, some doctors and nurses, I looked around and I saw the
huge building which was the hospital.
Then I blanked again, and had a very clear feel of being pulled with tremendous force into what I could describe as a black hole, and I woke up all
sweating and looking dsperate for my lost ring. I have never had a ring, I don't wear rings, because I have always fiddled with electronics. I was so
desperate, I threw the bed sheets on the floor, pulled off the sensors for the "ping" machine which was on a shelf beside my bed, and I jumped on the
floor so I can look for that stupid ring and I felt a sudden pull and acute pain in my willy (there was a long flexible tube stuck in it), and my legs
went wobbly, I felt very sick and dizzy and went blank again.
The interesting bit I found out much later, while talking to my mom about that experience, is that a nurse asked the doctor to let her stay with me
after her shift, to pray for me. The doctor told her that nobody in my family is religious (including me), so her request wouldn't be of any help
anyway, and not very appropriate.
But she insisted, telling him that she had a boy who looked very much like me. He died from leukemia a while ago, and she wanted to do this for me
believing it would help his soul somehow as well. The doctor agreed finally, telling her to be very discrete about it, and to do her best not to be
seen by any member of my family.
Later at night he cracked the door open and saw her at my feet, mumbling something while spinning slowly a golden ring in her hand.
No gods, demons, dead relatives, blinding lights, angels or anything of the sort.
I do not know whether that woman pulled me back, or why I was so desperate to find the ring, to keep myself in this suit, or to set myself free, to
keep it or destroy it.
When I left the hospital, I looked around and everything was as I saw it in my weird "flying session", and I've never been there before.
I am still not a religious person, but I was left with this vivid memory even after more than 35 years, and the unshakeable feeling that we are like
eggs, embryos, and death is just breaking the shell and evolving into something else. Maybe what we think, learn and do in this "childhood" time is
relevant to what we will become, for I clearly remember being "me", having the same line of thought and my personal memories.
Even now many years after I am none the wiser, but it felt good.