posted on Jan, 20 2014 @ 12:14 AM
Yes, I had a similar experience. Mine also involved a mountain, but unfortunately I did go over the edge.
It was Thanksgiving around 2000 or so and I was visiting my family at my grandmother's house. She lived next to some nice rock climbing and hiking
areas so my brother and I went for a climb. We made it all the way up the mountain and started our decline. We decided to take opposite ways because
I was feeling adventurous and wanted to try a hard way down. As we separated we got to a point where a ridge was separating our view of each
I attempted to jump from one ledge to another when I started to slide down an incline of about 75 degrees or so - I was moving fast and had no way to
stop myself. I slid at a high incline for about 3 stories before reaching a cliff and the end of the easy ride. The last thing I remember at that
point was hitting the ledge of the cliff and being propelled forward over the cliff. I was going face first and remember the last thing I saw was a
drop of about 5 or 6 stories and nothing but huge boulders and jagged rocks for a landing - WAY down. And that was it, I remember thinking "okay,
this is where I die". Everything went black at that point.
Next thing I know, I am sliding relatively safely to the bottom of the mountain. I did not then, and do not know remember anything about what happened
when I hit the edge and saw my impending death to when I was at the bottom.
As soon as I realized I was alive I immediately assumed that I was paralyzed or completely broken to pieces. I had so much adrenalin at this point, I
shot to my feet feeling every piece of me to make sure I wasn't paralyzed or broken or who knows what. I had so much adrenaline of course though and
was so surprised that I was even alive.
I ended up with some minor scratches on my back and arms, and that was it. No broken bones and no serious injury whatsoever. I waited for my brother
to climb down and meet me, then walked about a mile back to my grandmother's house. 2 people ran up to us as we were walking back to see if I was
okay, they said they thought I was dead because of the fall.
So scary, and I don't know how I survived. I ended up going back with some measuring tools a couple months later to verify the distances. Turns out I
slid in almost free fall for about 3 stories, then free fell down to the pile of rocks for 5 stories... Yet some how I missed the rocks and landed
I thank God for that.
edit on 20-1-2014 by Infinitis because: (no reason given)