posted on Jun, 6 2013 @ 10:39 PM
I am one of those people who have had what is commonly referred to as an NDE (Near Death Experience) and though I have not yet come to terms with the
best way to present this in a public forum, or whether it is even right to do so, I have determined that this is the night in which I will at least
make a start, but keep it simple and even a bit fun at first, if such is possible.
I was smoking a bit of weed in those days (might as well admit that off the bat) and there will be those who might tend to try to "blame" my strange
experiences right around the time of my grandmother's death in September of '07 on that ubiquitous yet illegal herb, but it never did anything to me
before (or after, though I rarely smoke it these days, perhaps once a year) than give me the usual pleasant mild buzz and lust for junk food.
Right before I had these experiences, I had lost two good jobs in a row due to failed drug tests; one as a payroll clerk, and the other as a temp in
the admin department of a GMAC collections center. At that time in early September 2007, I also was hired as a payroll clerk for Food Lion, but failed
that drug test as well. This is a thread for honesty, and I have come a long way since then in determining that, though the stuff is mainly harmless,
it doesn't exactly work wonders in today's legal atmosphere towards getting or holding down jobs.
When I failed that Food Lion drug test, I was really depressed, and went on a real bender. Drank at least a fifth of whiskey on top of beer. I went to
take a piss, and after this routine operation, had a bit of an accident while flushing the toilet, and actually fell into the shower, striking my
spine on the faucet, and woke up in the bathtub/shower a few hours later I guess, with a dreadful hangover and very painful injury to about the middle
of my spine. I did what anyone would do at that point, and went to bed.
I awoke in the middle of the night, or it was a lucid dream (ok, I myself think this and the following was no dream, but it is hard to actually prove
these things to others). To this point, I have never gone beyond cryptic hints at what followed to any person in the world except for my brother
Tyler, who is almost like a soul mate to me, until now; and after much thought, have chosen LOP to be the place to begin to go beyond such cryptic
When I awoke, I was "drawn" to go outside my apartment, to the sort of cheap-apartment "patio" out there, and was met by three very human-looking
figures, and they seemed, so far as I can remember, to have been clad in simple (not dramatic or flowing!) robes, and they just looked like three very
ordinary young men. They greeted me with the following statement, which nearly five years later, I have still not quite figured out. Keep in mind that
my memories of this whole episode, or really series of episodes, are a bit garbled and unclear in my mind, whether this is just due to the
imperfection of human memory, or rather, as I myself tend to think, it is by design.
You see, I don't think we are meant to see and learn such things as I did, and come back from the other side with the perfect means to relate such
experiences to others. Oh yes, though; the words the "spokesman" of the three people or entities said I do remember perfectly, and here they are:
"You have been brought along as a mitigating agent for vice, with the capacity for direct action."
There was more, and they seemed to be giving me a choice between returning to life or not. There were hints at reincarnation, and I am still not
convinced one way or the other about the truth or untruth of this theory, especially as the "past lives" they told me of were impossible to have
lived, as two of these lifetimes overlapped. Seems I was Mozart, J.W.V. Goethe, the great German poet (those two lifetimes overlapped), and Adolf
Hitler. Of course, I don't believe this part of the whole episode, but the leader of the three did actually say it. I think now that this was a way
of getting me to think about certain conflicting elements of my personality or soul, and that even if reincarnation is true, I was more likely some
schmoe or schmuck, or average Joe.
Anyway, I seem to have made the choice to return to this dimension or lifetime, but there was a catch: I would have to deal with certain negative
"karma" that needed to be worked out, and there would also be some sort of semi-unpleasant process to go through to make this possible. They told me
to go back into my apartment, and "wait for the singularity." I think at that point, I went back to bed as if nothing out of the ordinary had
happened (see, for those who have successfully made it thus far through this "text wall," I told you I would try to present it in as fun a way as
such a profound experience could possibly be presented; yes, that's it. After this supernatural experience, I simply went back to bed!)
Next day, early afternoon (of course I slept late), my at-the-time pot connection showed up. He was a stupid, early 20s "kid" (for those who might
have seen the post, the guy who once accidentally got super-hot sauce in his nose and eyes, and who I about died laughing about later, remembering his
frantic attempts to wash it out). I think I was paying him for some bud (and it was most definitely not "Bud Light"), when he all of a sudden said
"Robert, you look weird," while staring at me with a look of what seemed to be a mixture of fear and wonder. All of a sudden, he vanished, and a
strange, glowing sphere of light appeared (yes, I know "that's what they all say") and I went through it.
I was met by a much more mysterious figure (still human-looking, though I could not make out his face) who gave me greetings, but these were not in
words, but more like thoughts, instantly understood, but hard to relate in words. I will leave some stuff out here, since this is becoming a novel
rather rapidly, but I think I was given a life review. I'm pretty sure this "fellow" was not God or Christ, but I'm also sure he wasn't from
around these parts, know what I mean, Vern?
When I returned, or was returned to my apartment, I seemed to have had to go through some sort of polarity-reversal process (only way I know to
describe it) and the last thing I was told was to begin writing down my thoughts. These led to a failed attempt at writing a book called The Gospel of
God's Pet Rat, but I don't now think they really wanted me to write a book, just get down some thoughts so that I did not completely forget my