posted on Dec, 13 2011 @ 11:39 PM
Hello all, thank you for sharing your experiences with me.
What I would, with your permission, like to relate to you did not happen to me, but to a colleague who I have not seen or heard from in over six
years, so I am unable to clarify the finer points. For the sake of his privacy, and to include a human element, I shall refer to him by his initials;
I think of this incident whenever I see or contemplate death.
R.B. once told me that he was "not scared of dying, just a little worried about the pain that may be associated by the means of death" for he had,
as a child, died.
This incident occured near Bendigo in rural Victoria, Australia in the early 1970's, R.B. would have been under 10 years of age and was living with
his family on a fair sized property that his grandfather had founded, you can imagine the type, large main house, outbuildings, garage, workshop,
stables, sheds etc. During the school holidays the children from the next property had come and they and R.B. were playing hide and seek, it was his
turn to hide. On a trailer, amongst other refuse, waiting to be taken to the "Tip" (Local rubbish dump) was an old refridgerator, the heavy type
with a self locking latch handle...yes, R.B. opened the door and climbed inside, as he said to me, he knew the gravity of danger he was in as soon as
the door closed behind him.
In the darkness of his confinement he could see one miniscule spot of light coming through a rust hole which he put his lips to and sucked for air, it
was not enough. He become hotter and hotter, sweating, I imagine, not just from the heat but from the fear and anxiety of being trapped in such a
terrifying position. R.B. could not later judge how long he remained in this state but it was long enough for the other children to become bored with
the hunt and they left, returning to their home. It was also long enough to raise his father's concern for his whereabouts.
I watched R.B.'s eyes very closely as he told me what happened next, he said that he felt "warm", no longer hot, just beautifully "warm", a
feeling of bliss swept over him as he basked in this warmth and slowly rose, looking down on the refridgerator below him, all pain had left his body
and he felt glorious as he continued to slowly rise, he could see the top of the buildings on the property as he looked down, he could see a
perspective of the property unseen by him prior, he could see his father, frantic, searching for him, he tried to call to his father, he wanted to
tell him not to worry, that everything was wonderfull, he watched his father near the 'fridge, he wanted to stop his father, but could not. He
watched his father open the 'fridge door and take his wet body in his fathers arms, he distincly remembered how his body looked wet, his hair, his
shirt, his pants. He could see all of this as he rose, he also saw, on the roof of one of the outbuildings, an old deflated leather football amongst
the decomposing leaves built up in the corner guttering.
"Pain" was the word that R.B. used to describe how he felt next as he was suddenly aware of being rushed, in his father's arms, to the main house,
he was taken inside and after some time, made a near full recovery. I say "near full", because with all due respect to the man, and through his own
admission, he was what one could call "a little slow
sometimes" for all the years after the incident.
Some days later, R.B. took a ladder and climbed to roof of the (I do not recall which, garage/stable/shed) roof and took down the deflated football
that he had remembered seeing as he rose, he showed it to his father, it had been his father's football (a Sherrin) that he had played with, and
lost, decades before.
I am not a religious man, so I can not and will not swear to "God" that this story is true, however, I can and will swear on the flag and coat of
arms of my beloved country that I do truly believe what R.B. told me, he was not a man prone to exaggeration and, I can assure you, his eyes confirmed
I too fear the pain and suffering that may accompany my death, I only hope that I may experience the intense joy that R.B. felt when my moment comes,
indeed Ladies and Gentlemen, well may we all.
My kind regards to you.