posted on Dec, 1 2010 @ 10:27 AM
My NDE took place in November 2007. It IS what got me interested in everything paranormal. After this experience, I became completely obsessed with
learning as much as I could about ancient religions, aliens, human kinds history, as well as things like the brain and soul. I have to start by saying
that all my life, I was raised Christian and was taught that UFO's or aliens were demonic, that psychic gifts were of the devil, and especially that
no other religion, but Christianity was the "right" religion.
I was 34 years old when I had my 13th surgery. I have had more health problems than you can possibly imagine. They started when I was 25. I had an
unusual tumor on the backside of my uterus. So unusual in fact, that they video taped the surgery and now use it as a teaching tool at OSU. From that
surgery, I grew adhesions. Basically scar tissue inside instead on the outside. My body did not know when to stop the healing process and this scar
tissue began to cover my vital organs. I have absolutely no female organs left. I've had my appendix and gall bladder removed. I have had all but
about 6 inches of my large intestine removed, several feet of small bowel and 6 of my lymph nodes all cut out due to adhesions. Not to mention the
heart attacks I've had due to all the strain this has put on my heart.
My 13th surgery was in October 2007. I had to have a double bowel resection. I had my 2nd heart attack on the table and wound up recovering in the
CCU. (cardiac care unit). I spent 14 days there, none of which I remember, and then was sent home to recuperate. I do remember waking up in my bed at
home less than 48 hours later. It was completely soaked with this nasty brown fluid that drained out of my incision. I had 26 staples holding my
stomach together and that is where the fluid was coming from. I vaguely remember going to the ER.
I now know that I was taken in for emergency surgery and that they called in the family because they did not think I was going to make it. My lungs
had filled up with the same fluid that was seeping from my stomach. My liver ruptured and I had congestive heart failure and respiratory failure.
Technically, I died for 7 minutes. The infection was in my blood stream and had gone to the brain as well. To this day, they were never able to
"type" the infection. They even flew in a man from the CDC in Atlanta. It wasn't any of the obvious, staph, MRSA, etc. I spent a month and a half
in ICU in a coma.
This is where my NDE starts. I was floating over my body, looking at myself and the doctors around me. I then floated out somewhere in the hospital
where I seen my half sister, her children, and her mother coming in the main entrance to the hospital. I had not seen my sister for 6 years before
this, and had not seen her mother since I was 14. But I seen them coming into the hospital. And, yes they were really there. Found this out after all
was said and done.
I then floated back to where my body was. Only things had somehow changed. The doctors who were there, gone. There were now 3 "beings" standing on
one side of my bed. They were all tall and the same height. I could not make out there faces because they were masked in light. Their faces were like
light refracted off a lens or something. Looked smeary. I was then sitting on the edge of my bed or something and 3 other "beings" walked into my
room. They were all short and had the faces of light also. I had an overwhelming sensation of happiness and joy that I can't quite explain.
The shorter beings told me, telepathically, that I had died. All of our communication was done in "thought". They had told me that I had died, but
that I had to go back. I asked how I was going to go back and they told me that I was going to have to be"born again". Again, I asked them how. They
led me out of the room that I was in and to another room where there was large circular "room" with a black weird looking chair in the middle of it.
It was see through so that you could see in and out of it. They told me to go in and sit in the chair, that the room was going to fill up with this
fluid. I asked how I was going to be able to breath and they told me that it was like being back in my mother's womb and that instinct would take
over. I was unusually calm and happy.
I went into the room and sat in the chair. I could see them, and they could see me. The room began to fill with this warm, pink, clear liquid. I
literally remember feeling it. Then all of the sudden, I am some place else. I was in "The Light". It was just light, everywhere. No floors,
ceilings or walls. I did not know that I had died, that I had children, or that I was ever sick. It was the ultimate feeling of joy and peace. Then
this man appears. I recognize him as the same man from a really vivid dream I had as an 8 year kid. I knew that I knew him. It was the only thing I
knew other than I was happy.
He tells me that I have died and that I need to go back. Again, we are communicating in our minds. He tells me that it my choice though. That I have
to choose to go back. I then begin to have all these memories flash in front of my eyes. I then realized that I have 2 children that need me. Then
instantly, as quick as I could think it, I am laying in a hospital bed. But I am still in the light, and can see "the tunnel" behind me. The man
begins to move away from me and he is taking the light with him. I am now remembering that I was sick and was rushed back to the hospital.
As the man is moving away from me, taking the light, I began to feel scared and yelled,(in my head) for him not to leave me. He tells me that my
mother has to take me back and that she has to take me through the door on the right. And instantly she appears by my bed. She had her head buried in
her arms, crying on the railing of the hospital bed. The light has moved farther away and I am now half way into the tunnel. I can see a distinct
separation from the tunnel and the light. I yell to him again, not to leave me. That my mom thinks I am dead and he needs to tell her I'm not.
Again in an instant, the light moves further away and I am deeper into the tunnel. I can clearly see a "door" on my right side and my mother looks
up at me with a surprised and happy look. The tears still streaming down her face. I look up at her and say, "Mommy, I'm alive."
This is where it changes again in an instant. When I looked up at my mom, she was now standing in front of the window in my room in the ICU at the
hospital. I was alive and awake. I then repeated again that I was alive and she said, "I know you are honey,". I asked her where the man went? And
she asks me, "What man?" I tell her emphatically like I knew that she knew who I was talking about.
"The man standing at the foot of my bed, dressed in white. Was that a doctor or something?" And she looks down at the foot of my bed and back at me,
with the biggest smile on her face. She says, "Honey, there hasn't been anyone but me in here for the last 4 hours."
I was disoriented a bit, but this is my first moment being "alive". Only a month and a half had gone by. I had been in a coma and was just waking up
from it. I turned 35 while in this coma. I had been on life support and had tubes and drains everywhere. I spent over 3 months in the hospital
recovering. I had 8 different teams of doctors. I literally had to learn how to do everything all over again as my muscles had atrophied.
I have to point out that my mother told me that right before I told her that I was alive, that I said, "Thank you Jesus. Thank You." And she truly
believes that the man I asked about was Jesus. He was also the man from a very real dream I had when I was 8 years old, that I have never forgotten.
What are the chances of that happening? I don't know. I do know that he was one and the same.
I had several doctors and nurses tell me that they knew God was real because of me. That there was absolutely nothing they did or could have done to
save me. They called me "Miracle" because they said that's what I was and that the only reason they could come up with was that "God", or some
higher power wanted me here. That they couldn't explain my recovery, because they had absolutely no idea what happened to me. They told me they threw
every experimental drug out there at the time (Dr. from CDC) into me cause they had no idea what to treat. Some of these drugs had to be "green"
sheeted, or signed off on. And I can never have them again.
This event is what lead me here to ATS. This experience totally changed me. This is my first time publicly sharing it. My Christian mind can
comprehend some of it, but the first part is what totally freaked me out. Don't know any other way to put it. I still haven't settled things in my
mind about it. I also know that these were not hallucinations. They were very real and had a deep impact in my life. They changed me.