I 'm not sure if you can even call this a NDE . My mother passed away at her home early in the morning on December 31 . There was a snow storm during the night so they didn 't pick up her body until after noon . During the morning I sat with her body and told her how happy I was for her that she no longer was in pain , she died of cancer . She believed very strongly in God and a life after , I on the other hand some how knew her passing wasn 't just the end , that 's why I kept talking to her . I traveled a long way to be with her two days before she passed and didn 't get to sleep for over 40 hours , so when I went to sleep that night she died , sleep came very easy . I wasn 't asleep long before I had a very vivid dream . In the dream I was standing in a dim light , I felt I was boxed in . In front of me was a short fence , hardly one foot high , I could have easily stepped over it , but I was held back as if my feet were rooted to the spot . On the other side of the fence I could see a small clearing with a field of flowers in such wonderful colors , they looked as if they glowed of their own light . To the left was a lake or some other large body of water , that too glowed of its own light as if the sun was shinning on it from on top and from under the water , to the right was a forest of trees also glowing with their own light as if it was coming from both an outside source and within . Then suddenly I saw a young woman in the field of flowers , she looked to be in her early 20 's and she was wearing a brightly colored dress . She was skipping away from me , but then she stopped and turned towards me and asked , however , I never actually heard her voice , it seemed to just pop into my head . But she asked in German if I knew who she was . It took me a moment to figure out what she was asking , but then I knew that it was my mother and probably how she looked when she was in her 20 's . As soon as I knew it was my mother , she blew me a kiss turned and skipped away . Suddenly I was looking down at myself in the bed where I was sleeping , I heard crackMy experience occurred about a month after a very close sister in - law died of lung cancer , after being ill for barely five months . She left behind two small daughters , and a husband . I had known her since 1978 , and she was like a sister . We are about the same age , and it was a great shock to learn how ill she was , especially when she had appeared quite healthy . I spent a lot of time with her in the last week before she died , and I remember wondering how difficult and wrenching it must have been for her to say goodbye to her young daughters . I had three young children , and I couldn 't begin to fathom the idea of having to leave them . At the same time , I wanted to believe that God would not allow such anguish to be experienced by a young mother about to die . I received my answer about a month after her death . I remember laying in bed at night , still consumed by grief . I looked at the time , the clock read about 2 : 30 am . At that point I found myself moving straight up ( as if floating ) , looking at myself , next to my sleeping husband . I felt no pain , and wondered whether or not I was still alive . I continued to move towards an extremely ethereal bright white light that was at least 1000 times brighter than the brightest sparklers I had ever seen . I remember thinking that if I was dead , that was okay , because I knew that my family would be taken care of . Besides , I was becoming part of this incredible brightness that appeared to have no beginning and no end . I also remember an incredible rushing sound , not unpleasant , as loud as it was . I did not see anyone specific in the light , but I remember the incredible peace that I felt . After awhile , I felt myself moving away , until I envisioned myself on the bed . I am convinced that I glimpsed a part of heaven , and that my dear sister in - law was in a peaceful state when she said goodbye to her daughters . In my heart I know that she didn 't experience any emotional pain of separation . By Anonymous on Friday , August 20 , 2004 - 08 : 20 pm : Ever since I was a small child I have had severe atypical asthma , very hard to control and very easy to lose control of . I had been very ill but my whole family as well as myself were pretty used to it so I was going to school with my little sister like I did most mornings . As we were riding the bus to school I was struggling to breath and I ended up throwing up on my sister . At this point things get pretty hazy for me . I understand , that mom picked me up at school as soon as she could arrange to get there and I was taken to a doctor 's office . The doctor tried to stabilize my breathing and couldn 't and the doctor 's office ended up calling an ambulance to take me to Children 's Hospital of Pittsburgh . By the time the ambulance arrived it was late afternoon so there had been quite an amount of time pass since my attempt to get to school . I remember sort of waking up when the alarm on the ambulance went off but only one time . We lived in a suburb so it was about 20 miles to the hospital . I was taken to a room and there were a lot of doctors in the room with me . There were student doctors too . They were trying all sorts of things to get me to breathe again and nothing was working . What I remember was being bathed in brilliant bright light and I was looking down on myself and all of the doctors and nurses around me . I felt calm and I was just observing and things were getting smaller or maybe less real and I could hear one of the doctors say ' she 's gone , completely cyanotic , ' or something like that and there was some discussion about that and then one of the doctors went out to talk to my parents . When I heard the words of the doctor I thought to myself I 'm not gone I 'm right here and I started panicking sort of and screaming I 'm right here ! over and over . And then it was sort of as if I was slammed back into my body and I woke up a week later in an oxygen tent . . . My life since has been odd in many ways but it has taken me three decades to really begin understand it or perhaps to process it . I have never been able to wWhen I was 6 years old I lived in a small rural town in Arkansas that did not have a hospital and only one doctor . I had a bad case of the German measles and had a tendency to run high fevers when ill . My fever became very high and my mother took my temperature and it showed 106 degrees . She immediately called the one doctor in town and was told by her nurse that he was in a neighboring town but that she would try to reach him ( obviously before the cell phone or pager era ) . My mother told her what my temperature had registered on the thermometer and the nurse said that had to be incorrect and she would be right over . She came over and took my temp again and this time it registered 107 degrees . She finally got the doctor on the phone and he said to immediately get me packed in ice . All of this was told to me by my family , but here is where I had the experience as I do not remember any of this leading up to it . What I remember is like floating high up over the bed and I could see myself lying in the bed looking very white ( I noticed that because I have olive skin and never look pale ) . I saw the nurse taking my temperature and my mother and father were sitting on the bed with me and my mother was crying , not loudly but very softly . I remember that my sister tried to come in the room , but my grandmother would not let her . Then I saw a man walk in the room with this big brown paper sack full of ice . It was the man who lived next door and he had a truck so he had gone to get the ice from the icehouse downtown . I remember seeing him keep placing more and more ice on my body , but I did not feel any cold or anything . All during this time I just remember the floating sensation . This neighbor was really somewhat of a grouch and I was somewhat of a mischievous 6 year old tomboy so I had done several things that aggravated him from time to time . I remember him saying to my father " Don 't you worry Johnny , this one is too mean to die . " I kept floating and then the nurse walked over and put her hand on my forehead and I was liIt was Halloween night . I was walking down a busy street in Honolulu with a group of people ; a fellow Marine was about to be murdered by four Samoan 's . I stepped in the middle and tried to stop it . The Marine I was helping left the circle and I was jumped from behind . I fought these four guys in a fight to the death . I was trying to kill them and they were trying to kill me . I remember being exhausted , completely wiped out during this act to survive . I had crushed and caved in one man 's face with my forehead . I was covered in his blood . I knocked out another guy with a kick to his throat and temple . I was thinking , why won 't anyone help me , I am so tired . So many people were watching me fight that the traffic had been stopped because of the people flooding from the sidewalk to the street , hundreds of people , no one would help ? Three months before this fight I was overseas and in an operation were I was faced with death and thought I was going to die because I was going to run out of ammunition or get hit in the head with shrapnel . About a week after this I was kidnapped with five other Marines and we were lined up twice to be executed and dry fired on twice . During the fight , kidnapping and operation , I can 't ever remember being afraid , real fear . I know I must of had to been afraid but I can 't remember it . I had knocked out two guys and two were left . I went back and forth fighting the two guys and one guy ran off into the crowd , I remember thinking that it was almost over , I just had the one guy left . I was holding him by his hair and hitting him in the face waiting for him to drop , when the guy who left came back through the crowd with a knife . A sailor named Bart who I had never met was in a cab that had been stopped by the crowd and seen the guy with the knife coming at me from behind . Bart was born the same day , same year as me ; we were the same age and had never met . Bart fought his way through the crowd to try and stop the guy with the knife but was unable to get to him because of the people blocking hiFirst , it is difficult to share this in any manner . I have suffered a lot of persecution from people who are completely ignorant on this subject and see it fit to call me " crazy " , " deluded " , " deceived " and so on . The lack of understanding has caused to withdraw from people who don 't understand , who are not " like me . " I even have problems relating to my wife because our views are so radically different on certain subjects . I am very grateful for my " death " because in it , I have been able to live . Please bear with me because I will relate to you the whole history that led up to this ultimate , climatic experience that led to yet more experiences . I remember a brilliant flash of white light . Then I suddenly found myself in a tight space where it was very dark . I remember no particular discomfort , but I do remember feeling very impatient . I was waiting for something , but I did not know what that some thing was . Then I found myself moving toward another light that was steady and not nearly as bright as the flash that brought me to this place . When I passed into that light , I saw a man . I recognized his green hospital mask and gown as being that of a doctor . The doctor had black , bushy eyebrows and he squinted as he looked at me . I was not afraid , but I had some things I wanted to ask him ; for instance where was I exactly and who was he to handle me in such a manner ? Before I could speak , the doctor exclaimed " it 's a boy ! " Well , certainly I am a boy . . . what did he expect ? When I tried to speak to the doctor , I was shocked to hear myself . I did not speak , I cried ! I CRIED LIKE A BABY . . . then I truly became afraid and tried to talk again , but I cried again . Then , in what seemed a matter of minutes , my adult thoughts , in English , diminished into thoughts that were muddled then peaceful . I remember learning how to talk , how English seemed not like a foreign or unknown language , but a language that I had forgotten . I seemed to go through a time of " remembering " rather than a time of learning . I remember having sensations iI had dengue hemorragic fever . I was in Cambodia in a local clinic . In my clinic room I had vision of a flaming apsara ( female cosmic dancer in Cambodian mythology ) ; I came out of this vision knowing I was going to die if I stayed there . I pulled the IV tube out of me and left the clinic . The distressed nurse called my family who came to look for me , and found me wandering near the clinic in the crowded streets in Phnom Penh at night during the water festival . They called my doctor , a Filipina who arranged for a medivac to Singapore . I remember little of this or of the medivac . I woke up in a hospital in Singapore after 4 days of being unconscious , coma , or whatever . I asked the Sigaporean doctor and nurse how close I was to death , they looked at me funny and turned and walked away . I asked them this because for one thing , I had seen them working on me , they were below me and in their blue green caps . The other reason is sometime during all this , I found myself in a black void , no sense of anything physical was there . Then a feeling of profound joy developed over me and became stronger and stronger . As this feeling increased , I saw a bright point of light in front of me . It came closer and closer and gradually took up my whole field of view front of me . Then I was just there with it , in it , still feeling the strong joy experienced for the first time this way . The very day I came out of the experience , back to consciousness , I felt wonderful and full of energy , even though I had lost 30 lbs or so since the beginning of my illness . I did not talk about this much and tried not to think about it too often . There were immediate changes in my life , though at the time I could not say one way or the other they were related to the experience . Only this past November 2003 , the thought and recall - almost a re - living of the experience - started to consume me , and I now feel compelled to relate everything to it , and analyse the experience to make sense of life and death , religion , myself , human beings , everything . This is stI went with my parents and aunt and uncle to a outdoor swimming pool ( I was 5 years old at that time ) , I couldn 't swim but my parents took me inside the water anyway . At a certain point , they were so busy talking that they didn 't pay attention to me , and that was the time that I fell into the deepest part of the swimming pool . I was at the bottom of the pool . All of a sudden I knew that I was going to die , and after what seems minutes under the water , I was about to breathe out for the last time . At that moment I remember thinking , ' ' Well , this is it , I am going to the other side ! ! " At that moment , a beautiful feeling came over me , a very joyful , sacred and warm feeling ! I was not scared , I was not in panic , but I was ready to go to the other side , and the incredible feeling of joy and happiness was unearthly ! ! At that point , all of a sudden somebody rescued me out of the water . After the whole experience , I thought , even though I still was a child : If this is what it means to go to Heaven , then that is wonderful ! ! I now know that we don 't need to be scared to die , because there is a life after this one ( in God 's spirit world ) . I do believe though , that it will depend on how we lived here on earth , if our transition to the other side will be sweet or not ! ! By Anonymous on Thursday , July 8 , 2004 - 09 : 37 pm : My first language is Spanish . I will try my best to make my story the most understandable possible . Almost thirteen years ago , I had I think was a NDE . Happens that I suffer from severe nose congestion and dyspnea . Things that affect my breathing while sleeping . Well I remember in that early morning , I awoke gasping for air but my nose was clogged likewise was my throat . The sensation I felt was like having my trachea locked . No oxygen could get into my lungs . It was horrible ; I still was half - asleep and began to extend my arms trough the walls scratching them in an intent of my body trying to find the way to breathe again . It was in vain , after all that struggling to avoid being taken for what I remember was a powerful force I knew it was over . It was like being sucked by something as a huge vacuum that detached my life from my body . The experience is horrible when you are awake and dying by asphyxia you are weak with that desperate feeling that you are losing your physical life . And then the only thing I felt and knew was no matter what I was being taken by this enormous energy at a super velocity that I couldn 't avoid , resist ; I was gone . Then you feel going faster inside something that I cannot really explain with the adequate words . It is so fast that I cannot say it was a tunnel , I just can say that you in whatever existence you are transformed ; this force takes you which such power that you only feel the sensation that you are going to a force that is claiming you . Yes is like you belong to it . I call it One . Then I knew that I have left my body because once I was out of it I saw down at my body and could see how my arms were stiff with the last movements I made while gasping for air , struggling at the wall behind my bed . I couldn 't understand how I was capable of seeing me and at the same time continue being taken by this force . Then I or whatever it is you when you do not have body but seems to be existing in another plane I was like in other dimension where everything was obscure . Whatever I was I felt I was five months pregnant with my second child and I was home alone with my 1 yr . old daughter asleep in her crib upstairs . My husband was at work and not due to come home for quite some time . I was in my living room vacuuming when I started to feel very fatigued , like the energy was leaking out of my body . ( I describe it as like when you unplug a halogen work lamp and the light just fades away instead of just shutting off abruptly . ) I felt the need to lay down so I made my way upstairs to my bed . I don 't even recall lying on the bed but suddenly I felt my spirit leave my body . I saw a light far away but I was moving towards it very quickly . I felt as though I was traveling through a tunnel and I was surrounded by the most beautiful colors , some of which I hadn 't ever seen before . All the while I knew that I was leaving my 1 yr . old in her crib and that she would be alone until my husband got home , but I KNEW that everything would be okay . Through my experience , I was overcome with the feeling of a most beautiful love and acceptance . I didn 't want it to go away . Suddenly I was thrust back into my body with such force that when I opened my eyes my body was bouncing on the bed as if I had jumped onto the bed from the ceiling . The feeling of that beautiful love that I had felt in my experience stayed with me throughout the day and I remember wishing that I could capture that feeling and keep it with me always . Since my experience , I have had a couple episodes where I have seen a spirit of someone that had previously died . One time the spirit I saw was sitting in a chair in my children 's bedroom and the other time was a spirit watching over my husband as he slept in a chair . I have also heard the voice of my guardian angel speak to me over my shoulder . These experiences are peaceful and I am never afraid . The first out - of - body experience that I had was when I was 18 and a man attacked me and violently raped me threatening to strangle me . He had thrown me into the back of his van . I was sure I was going to die . I did not scream or move . I just lay rigid and then I found myself up near the roof of the van looking down on us both . When he stopped , I went back into my body . Being raped - and not crying out - had a profound effect on me and about a year later I tried to kill myself . I was taken in a coma to hospital and was given a stomach pump etc . Then I was put in a private room in a psychiatric clinic with a nurse on guard . When I came round and opened my eyes and saw her and realized where I was , I left my body for a second time and again hovered above in the corner of the room . There was no strong , ' wonderful ' feeling about this , nor any fear of death . I simply felt safe , ' removed ' , out of reach . They couldn 't do anything to me . I spent the following two years locked up in hospitals against my will . I was given 26 electro - convulsive therapies , 21 continuous days of deep narcosis . I have described in a short story written some years ago , the experience of leaving my body and looking down on myself , in this case after I had attempted to run away and had been recaptured . During those years , I could in fact leave my body at will though I only did so when I felt overwhelmed by what was going on in my life . During the second year of my incarceration , I spent much of my time mute , rocking myself , lying with my head under a pillow and trying to be ' dead ' . And then , one day I heard a voice in my head saying ' What do you think you are doing ? Do you imagine God 's going to come down and rescue you ? If you want to get out of here you 've got to do it yourself . ' I sat up and there on the ward floor was a discarded newspaper . I hadn 't read anything for more than a year and could not concentrate - until I came to a page about a lone sailor doing a circumnavigation . That , I thought , is what I want to do . In the article , the man waI was in Seattle , WA , on a business trip , and I awoke early one morning feeing very rested in my hotel bed . As I lay in bed with my eyes shut but thinking about what was to be done that day , I quite abruptly came out of my body and was rushing up through white billowy clouds . I was aware that I was in bed but in the air at the same time . I was both places at the same time . It was almost as if I were on the nose of a rocket and traveling at high velocity up through the clouds . The clouds opened up in a circle above me so that I could see blue sky . As I went farther up , the blue sky became increasing pale and transitioned to white and finally a brilliant white . There I stop going higher and just floated freely . With the brilliant white light came the most incredible love and peacefulness . It was as though every cell of my body was being bathed in love and on a molecular level . This was a love as I have never experienced before . All fear was gone and I completely surrendered to the love . After staying there in the white / love for some time , I remember thinking , " OK , I understand , I can go back now . " And , at that , I was out of the white and awake in bed . I am not sure who I was saying " OK " to or what I meant by " I understand " , except that I had the understanding that " love " connects all . The emotional after affect was great as I was in a state of bliss and of love for all people of any circumstance or state , all animals and plants or in short any thing living . I know now that all living things are connected , have great spirituality where I had none before . I understand that sorrow and love are like day and night . Sorrow is not bad as you must have it to appreciate the beauty of love . In other words , if we didn 't have sorrow , love would be meaningless . Before my experience , these thoughts would have never crossed my mind . I am an avid outdoorsman and like hunting but since this experience , I can 't take the life of any animal . I just like to watch them in the woods . Also , I have absolutely NO fear of dying . There haveAt 7 years of age , my father allowed me to accompany him at his occupation of dredging deep holes at the ends of piers . Having decided to ' road - test ' one of my father 's efforts , I looked up and saw through the murky depths of his recently - dredged hole in the white sandy floor of the lake , my arms straight out to my side , and felt a rush of water rush into my lungs . ( I recall that the concept was quite frightening , but the end result was quite pleasant ) . An endless ' channel ' of light invited me to a place in the clouds where a ' Spirit ' in the appearance of a Biblical character , the same color as the clouds , informed me , telepathically , that I should " return and learn about life . " He would not look at me . I was deeply depressed at having to return to my body , but a power stronger than I had directed me to do so . The next thing I remembered was , five hundred feet down on the beach was my father pumping water from my lungs . I watched him do so until I began to cough water through my nose and sinuses , at which time I ' snapped ' back into a body I never again wanted to inhabit . I cried as I looked up to see my father 's face ; not because of having been saved , not because I was afraid , but because I had to return from a place that all of us will eventually experience as the true " Heaven . " I secretly look forward , with bated breath , my final ' return . ' By Anonymous on Thursday , July 8 , 2004 - 09 : 31 pm : I was a young bride aged 19 yrs married to an American ex - serviceman and living in a tiny flat . My late husband was attending [ university ] under the G . I . Bill . He was majoring in Business administration and Philosophy was a secondary subject . I was not working so , so in a small flat in a strange country I would devour his books on this subject including Adler , Freud and Plato to keep abreast of my husband on this subject . My brief experience occurred whilst I was reading Plato 's Phaedo where he was dialoging the existence of the soul . After finishing that chapter I was so moved by the beauty of it that I put the book in my lap and said to myself ( perhaps out loud , I don 't remember ) Oh how lovely , if only I could know it were true . Immediately on uttering this there was a swooshing sound and I ( the thinking ego I ) WAS LIFTED UP TO THE CEILING my body remaining in the chair . This lasted just a split second , but needed no longer to convince me for the remainder of my life that we , the ESSENTIAL WE , ARE INDEED SEPARATE FROM OUR BODIES . It was as if someone wished proof for me after my remark . By Anonymous on Thursday , July 8 , 2004 - 09 : 30 pm : I am unsure if you qualify my experiences as " near death " as there was no sickness or injury involved . As far back as I can recall , as a child , I remember being woken in the night and hear voices . Specifically there were 2 male and 1 female debating / arguing amongst themselves . It was very clearly language , the pitch and intensity of these debates would vary but the actually " words " were always muffled together so I could not make out what they were saying - but got the distinct feeling that it was about me . Mostly I would remain in my bed as hot tears would run down my face as these " conversations " terrified me . I would plead in whispers for them to stop . There were several times that I did get courage enough to get up and go to our kitchen ( the source of these ' voices " ) to investigate . As a child , I knew that this could not be - but was . I would only find myself standing alone in the kitchen while the rest of my family was sound asleep . I remember one time going into my parent 's room - they were sound asleep , oblivious to the torment I was experiencing . I 'd returned to my own bed , and the voices would pick up again . This did not happen every night ( or week for that matter ) , but often enough through my early childhood for it to be considered routine , and seemingly random . Around the age of 6 , a new element is introduced . I awoke one night to my terror of being pulled from my body and rising upwards to the ceiling of my room . I saw my body curled up under the covers and I tried to grasp at the lamp on my nightstand to hold myself down … but I continued to rise ( I was no longer in the physical - how could I hold onto anything ? ! ? ) I rose to the ceiling , was held there only a few seconds ( heart beating wildly ( ? again not possible ) ) before being the presence that was with me allowed me to descend back to my body . I had the awareness that this " presence " was connected to the 3 voices - but superior to them . Although the experience was terrifying to me , there was also a sense of security in this " presence . " I slept I was put under anesthetic ( ether I think ) when I was 18 to surgically reset a broken ankle . Suddenly I was sitting on the fence in the back yard of the house my parents owned at the time . The fence happened to be at the crest of a hill and the land sloped away slightly on both sides . Then there was some kind of a flat surface in the plane of the fence . Then I was in this plane as a 2 - deimnsional being , something like the bad guys in the " Superman II " ( I think ) movie I saw years later . Then I had a premonition I could fall either forwards or backwards , and as it happened , I fell back and into a multi - dimensional place that was full of a golden light and a wonderful feeling of love and unity and total knowledge ( which I have not been permitted to keep ) . I felt I had been here before . Then suddenly I fell into a small black ball that was contracting exponentially ever faster as it was vibrating in exponentially ever faster in oscillations of exponentially ever greater amplitude . I also felt I had been here before too . Then the though hit me that there was no limit to how bad this could get , and I abandoned hope . Then I woke up in the hospital ward and wept with relief . Then I reached out and took the daily newspaper from the table and read an interview with Aldous Huxley - an early researcher and author on hallucinogenic drugs . He said in the interview " we may be too deeply steeped in the situation into which somehow or other we seem to have stumbled , and out of which the question arises , to ever find an answer to it . " I was impressed he could see reality in that perspective , but I felt his speculation was wrong because I had just transcended that situation in which we are " steeped . " I was sure I has seen heaven and hell , and the rest of my life would be an epilog . I was an Atheist when before the experience and a Theist after , although with no religious affiliation . The experience motivated me to go to university and study General relativity , which I felt was full of theological significance . It depicts spConsumed with an Atheistic belief system and great dislike of life in general , I began experimenting with drugs , particularly LSD , in an attempt to explain this meaningless existence . My friends and I would go out to clubs and use large amounts of drugs while " partying " ; but it was never about partying for me , it was about learning . What I was convincing myself was that the theory of evolution which was what was taught to me growing up was in fact true and that God and any Metaphysical plain was non - existent . That all changed one night nearly 10 years ago . We were on the club strip attempting to score some acid . That is when a gentleman I am very grateful to said with an incredible [ aura ] to him " Hey man , would you like to try some really good acid . " Of course I accepted . I took 10 hits . I was slowly brought to a state of mind where sight was no longer a factor and my existence seemed to be of about the size of the head of a pin inside my head . Then came blackness . Next thing I knew I was consumed by an amazing light millions of times brighter than the sun . I moved into the light and became one with it ; not losing my individuality , but gaining all knowledge of everyone and everything that ever lived . I experienced eternal unconditional love ( for lack of a better word ) . Great knowledge was begun to be explained to me including the answers to all of the questions I had ever had . It was Paradise . I then found myself inside my body and stood up with my arms raised in a V . I was no longer an Atheist . I began to research all religions . I became prideful and had absolutely no fear of God or death . I then tried to reproduce the experience with the same dosage on another party night . This time was not as wonderful . Close to my peak in the trip ( poisoning ) , I felt a pop in my chest . This is when the room began to fill up with demonic beings ( individuals ) . I was extremely frightened and the beings were laughing at me . This continued for hours , nearly landing me in a Psych ward . The next day I picked up a bible and while reI was riding with a classmate going home after dropping his sister off at work on Thanksgiving Evening . we were coming up to an intersection and there was a car that was not moving , even though the traffic light was green . It was sleeting that night and my friend couldn 't slow down and stop the car in time because of the road conditions . We ran into their back end of their car . I was thrown thru the windshield and then I was thrown back inside the car in the front seat where I was sitting . At that moment , I saw a dark tunnel with a bright light at the end of it . And at the end of the tunnel was OUR LORD . He welcomed me with open arms . I was held there in His arms for a few moments . And HE told me that I couldn 't stay , there was something else left for me to do on this earth . And HE also said that Your children won 't see the day they become adults . That 's when I came back thru that tunnel and woke up inside the car . I got up and walked out of the car . I said to my friend and the other people in the car , " Why were they yelling at each other when I was the one that was hurt ? " They immediately came to my side to help me . I had a sustained lacerations to my forehead and nose that were bleeding uncontrollably . There was a couple that stopped to help us . I was told that she was an RN . She stayed with me while her husband called for help . When the EMS personnel arrived , this couple left . I never did get to find out who that couple was . There was no record of them being there on the police report . I 've been told that those 2 people were angels sent to help me with my injuries . By Anonymous on Thursday , July 8 , 2004 - 09 : 25 pm : I was walking toward a light . It was very bright . . . and white . At then , at the end of the way , I seemed to step out of a hallway into the purest light that I have no real wards to describe . It was not at all offensive to my eyes . Very wonderful ! I took a hand and although I didn 't look at the angel , I knew it was an angel . He had a white sleeve , looking like that of a robe , and his hand was like that of a full grown man , except it had absolutely no sign of age . We walked to a pedestal that had a big book . The book had a tapestry front and looked to be ancient somehow , but again not aged . I think it was a needlepoint type of design . The Angel opened the book and turned to a place about 2 / 3 of the way through it , and I watched him run his finger down a long list of names and stop at my name . I didn 't read my name exactly , but I actually did see it . I just knew it was mine . The Angel communicated that to me where we were going . He said no words - I just sort of heard him in my head and I spoke back to him in the same way . I know that sounds weird , but it was something like my mind speaking to his - with perfect understanding and in my head I heard the words . After he pointed out my name in the book , he took my hand and we walked up to some huge double doors . The were made of wood . They were absolutely huge ! The doors opened in on their own and we walked into a big room . It was very light and there was a sence of the most perfect peace . There were lots of other people there , all sitting on the floor all in white robes . I never saw any of their faces , but I knew they were people just like me . We walked through the people and the Angel pointed to a spot and told me ( without audible words ) that I was to sit there and wait . I sat down and wondered what we were all waiting for , and then I saw a sort of platform with a throne . The throne was empty , but the light seemed to be closer or more bright there , and someone ( I think the Angel ) told me we were waiting for Him ( I assumed Jesus ) to come sit on the throne . I noticed onMy mother sent me to the near by Seven - Eleven for a can of soup she realized she needed for dinner and some soda pop . I was ten years old and this was an errand I did often for my parents and was happy to do it especially on a beautiful sunny April afternoon like this one . I got to the store to find that they didn 't have the soup that my mom had requested , so I purchased the soda and went to the pay phone to call her and tell her that they didn 't have the soup she needed and see if maybe there was another kind she could use instead . She told me , that it was ok because my Dad had just got home from work and she would send him to the grocery store instead and to just come home . And off I went without a care in the world ; I turned up an alley that ran behind our home . We only lived 5 houses up and when I reached the back of the fourth house a woman yelled to me from the street , " Hey ! Little Girl ! " I stooped to see what she wanted and ironically saw my Dad 's truck driving down the street behind her . I said " What ? " She said , " Come here . " I then told her " No " , thinking I 'm only one house from home and don 't want to walk back only to return after helping her with whatever it was that she needed . So I waited for her to come to me . When she was only about 3 feet in front of me I saw in her right hand a knife . Which I immediately assumed had to be a toy knife and she was going to play a practical joke on me or something like that . In an instant she grabbed my right arm with her left hand and began to stab me . The first blow was a tremendous shock and extremely painful . My left arm had a brown paper bag with a 6 pack of soda in it , and this I began to use as a kind of shield . I squirmed and pulled but could not free myself of her grasp . All the time thinking , " What I did to this stranger to deserve this ? " She stabbed me three times in the chest with a common kitchen - paring knife , and stopped only because the knife bent in half on my chest bone . She then ran , as did I . I was aware I was dying , and knew I had to tell my motI had taken a bottle of adult aspirin for back pain , about 100 - 160 caplets , a bottle of rum , and a bottle of iodine . I had been on the phone with a friend and told them what I had done . I realized that someone would find me if I stayed at my house . So I hid at the dock about five minutes away . I knew where there was a ditch that no one would find me . It was raining terribly and I hid down the ditch between a piece of wood and a tree . I remember hearing people yell my name and the sounds of people walking around searching but I could not move . My vision was blank . I fell asleep for what turned out to be six hours . I remember looking up from my sanctuary and thinking this feels like a grave . I saw Blackie , a ghost I had been close to since early childhood . I had not seen him in a long time . He was motioning for me to come to him . It was late night / early morning . I began to claw my way up out of the ditch afraid to look behind me and see my dead body . My motions were stilted and my mind muddy . For the whole time I felt dead . No angels , family members , light in a tunnel . Just emptiness . I finally clawed my way to the top . By this time the paramedics and police had given up and told my parents the chances that I was alive were slim . When I got to the top Blackie had moved . My head was spinning and I could barely walk , but I knew Blackie was leading me and I had to follow . I stumbled after him and he seemed to flit from sight and move to a new location . I followed . It was now around 3 am . After about fifteen minutes of my unsteady steps , I saw him reach the driveway to the docks . And then he smiled and was gone . I walked to the spot he disappeared at and looked up the street . Even at that late hour my parents had not abandoned their search . My father was at home waiting for any phone calls that may lead to finding me . But like a beautiful angel , my mother was walking my dog . I saw her and Barron and for a moment I thought it was just what I wanted to see . And then she called my name . And I ran to her . The next day a do [ Shortly after the accident ] I was involved in a MVA with a train in . My passenger was pronounced dead at the scene of the accident . I remained conscious throughout the entire time of the accident and following it . My experience was the filling up of the car with white hot light . A lot of heat involved in the light . The passenger was surrounded in it , almost golden . I knew she was dead but felt almost detached like I wasn 't involved . My senses seemed so intense and acute I felt pain from them , sight , sound , smell especially . My nose filled with the scent of newborn baby 's neck . ( I hope this makes sense ) . It is a very sweet smell that babies only have for a few weeks following their births . I laid my head down for a moment and closed my eyes , felt warmer . But I felt such a PULLING at me . . . that I wasn 't to just stop . I could not get out of the car by the door , so I slid out the broken window like a snake and hit the ground . While laying in the ditch , I experienced sights , sounds , smells acutely again . As before , I almost felt I was looking down upon someone else . The only grief I felt was regret at leaving my children behind without warning and sadness at what they would have to endure following my death . I saw my cousin who was brought up with my family as a sister to me . She has been deceased since 1994 . After I told the ambulance attendant my children 's names and what messages I had for them , I remember a feeling of snapping almost . Like a releasing of all will to live and letting go . My injuries turned out to be fractures of the C7 vertebrae ( neck ) , back , multiple ribs , pneumothorax ( collapsed lung ) , internal bleeding from a tearing of my liver , head lacerations requiring stitches ( 50 ) . I was airlifted to nearest trauma centre where I had other strange occurrences , but am now willing to blame the heavy medication I was on following the accident . [ Narrated two years later ] MVA in with a freight train . Passenger in car died on top of me . Felt incredible heat and light . . . experienced her death with her . . . I thIt began with no warning , well , no conventional warning . I heard a voice , in my mind , say " Get ready , something is going to happen . Don 't let them interfere . . " I thought it some fancy of my young mind . . . however , I took such fancies to heart . Especially since they were not your usual childhood fare . I told the person that was with me , that something unusual was going to happen and all that I could tell her about it , was that she must not interfere . . . no matter what . I lay back and saw a light form leave my body . As it was leaving , I realized that it was me . I knew that I was dying . I gasped to get air into my starved lungs . . . but something went awry . I was yanked out of my body . I had no doubt that I was dead , stone cold dead . I would have panicked , if I had cared much . Death was not too shabby , weird , not at all what I expected , but none to shabby . I was seeing and learning information about the very fabric of things , the nature of the Universe , how micro becomes macro and vice versa . I followed the proverbial light , through space . . . not a tunnel . I figured out some things that changed me forever . I worked out that the Universe is far from static , and that we affect it every day . . . we just don 't notice to what extent we are changing that which we observe . I got to a boundary and knew that to proceed would break the tether to my body , and then getting to either my body or the light would require me to move under my own will . Those who got distracted and wandered were caught in a dream world of sorts , searching for connections that can lead them home . . . what / where ever home may be for their soul . It is not a scary place , like the limbo we often think of . It is just a waking dream of the spirit . Suddenly I was yanked out of my litany of questions that I was systematically throwing at the Universe , with mixed results . I found myself in my body , sort of . That was the only frightening part of the experience , being half in and half out of my body . It was like having my own feeling body , sewn to a corpse . I coulI was hit while crossing on a green light . Not my fault , but that didn 't matter much in the aftermath . I was conscious through it all , for a time anyway . I had some medical training , which meant that I knew exactly how broken up I was . My gallows sense of humour never left me for a moment . I knew that I was bleeding out . I knew that my lower right leg was •••• near destroyed mid leg . I would have been far more unnerved , but for the crowd that had gathered at my feet . They were inadvertently blocking traffic , and I could feel a most tangible sense of love and protection . They were so kind and caring and longing to help , though they could do little else but emote . One woman held my head an inch from the cold pavement , and a young man held my hand to console me . I didn 't cry , I didn 't even mind the pain . I was suddenly aware that there were far more people that were kind and caring , than I had ever thought possible . The fire department had fire - fighters on scene after what seemed like ages , but was only about five minutes from the time of impact . They were cracking jokes with me . They too are often possessed of a wicked sense of dark humour . I used the memory of those nice loving people to hold me together through what was to follow . I saw the skull x - ray , my skull x - ray . It was not good . Eight staples later , they stopped the bleeding of my scalp . . . no problem . Then I saw my leg , not good . I was conscious , and determined to remain so with the head injury that I had sustained . I did not want to experience a coma . . . again . I insisted on having an epidural . I happily bent over , shattered leg and all , and took the needle without a single wince . Somewhere , something went awry , I dropped out . . . and woke up barely stable and just post intubation . Which is not fun , ask anyone who 's been there . I have had more than one run in with death , and I am starting to understand things that are somewhat disturbing in the scope and depth to which they have taken my awareness . I was physically too fragile to even be moved aftI was nine years old , months before we would leave Alaska ( Dad was stationed there in the Air Force ) . My friends and I were playing a game called " Bumper Cars " on the slide , about fifty yards from my back porch . I was the first in line , so I slid to the end of the slide , turned sideways so my feet would not touch the ground , and then one by one , each child slid down behind me , ultimately trying to knock me off of the slide . I had about six of them piled up behind me when I finally lost my grip and fell off . This time , everyone else fell with me and I ended up at the bottom of a very heavy pile of kids . I had hyper - extended my wrist a little bit , pulling the muscle at the back of my forearm . I yelled for them to let me up , and then I started walking toward my house . I got about half - way there when everything went black . I had fallen flat on my face , breaking my front tooth . My friends all thought I was faking it , or just kidding around , until one of them saw that I was convulsing . My best friend went to get my mother , and her sister went to get their mother . Both mothers tried to call an ambulance at the same time , but got a busy signal , two or three times before they simultaneously ran out to check on me . Meanwhile , I have this " dream " : I approach the back door of my house , and my mother meets me there . I tell her I don 't feel good , and she picks me up and carries me to my room . I note that my room is beautiful , clothed in soft , white cotton , and the sheer white curtains floated on the breeze above my bed ( from behind the headboard ) . Mom puts me to bed , kisses me on the forehead and says , " You 'll be alright , sweetheart . You just need to rest for a while . " And then she leaves the room , shutting the door behind her . When the door closes , everything goes black again , and then there 's the bright tunnel . From the side of the tunnel , as if He himself is hiding in the darkness , a man 's hand reaches down , as if to help me up . I reach for the hand , but before I manage to touch it , I hear a thunderous , ( commanding but noHome NDEs About NDEs NDE Accounts Sample NDE Accounts NDE Accounts NDE - Like Accounts Third Person Accounts Audio / Video Accounts 17 NDE Accounts from " Beyond the Light " Sample Monthly NDEs Submit your Experience More Information Resources Groups Research About Members Connect