Every year we wait for the monsoon season to come and beat the heat of summer’s spell. The lovely rains that blossoms the trees and lightens up the atmosphere, the wonderful weather where romanticism revolves in the air for 2 months atleast. It’s altogether a lovely feeling throughout July and August.
But all of a sudden, this year’s monsoon actually brought sadness over the faces; it became a wrath of God. Every single province in Pakistan got traumatized due to the rains. As this year’s rain brought in a huge Flood, shattering houses, taking away lots of lives. From the top to the bottom, Pakistan is all under water. Killing Water!
What is happening? Such destruction? So much rain that not even dams can stop them? Did our Meteorological department know about such heavy rain falls and disaster caused by it? Was our irrigation department prepared? Did our ecological department plan about it? Did people have any idea how worse it can be? Did people prepare? Did people get time to think over it and prepare?
Obviously there is no answer.
The rains started, the sewerage system got occupied. People started running towards their home to take their families to a place where it’s not raining heavily. They are on their way to other cities/areas, the bridges collapsed, roads broke into pieces. Even the mountains loosen up, huge rocks started to fell on causing road blocks. One to another, people got caught into problems, where there was No way out.
The people who went on holidays, vacations, honeymoons etc got trapped in the beautiful northern areas of Pakistan. Up on the hills, where there is no food, water, access to any store; they are stuck up in their own realm of problems. Where helicopters and government officials will have to go there to help them but due to heavy rains, they couldn’t go there even. It’s a distressing & painful state.
The flood started from Pakhtunkhwa province of Pakistan, entering Sindh via Baluchistan and parts of Punjab.

As always our Forces are always there to take care of us, to protect us and save our lives. Army along with Air Force and Navy rescued many affected people but still several died and drowned in the water. Still Navy and its Commandos are trying to save lives in flooded areas of Sindh, though it just entered Sindh but created a mess there too.
Prediction is that this situation will calm down by mid August 2010 but will not end until September.
But one must appreciate the spirit of Pakistanis; everybody is there to help their native brothers and sisters. People are collecting & providing clothes, money, medicines, food etc all what they can think of, to the camps created by Armed Forces in different localities, as people cannot return to their homes due to no electricity, gas and major necessities of life.
Electric supply, Gas and all such pipelines were closed to avoid fire and current in water, which could have lead to several deaths. Already a great number of people have already died within a week’s time.
Well, one can take preventive measures always. People should avoid travelling, whether it is through any mode. People should store lots of food & medicines in their home. But then again, can one stop flood coming into their homes? Gosh NO!
Although these Disasters being Natural are not without Human Involvement!
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This is a humanitarian crisis, and one should really not consider the nationality of the families dieing due to such a crisis. It is so unfortunate that people are considering nationalities when giving aid to individuals including little children. I think this is an opportunity for people, regardless of race, religion or color, to unite.

SWO is working in effected areas of Sindh from the first day with its team of Doctors and Caregivers but we need help, we urgently need following items:

1. Mosquito nets.
2. Snake Bite Injections.
3. Food stuff.
4. Tents.
5. Drinking Water.
6. US Dollars 70000

We are looking towards International Community for their support and help. Remember, God loves those who love humanity.


"I will never forget the destruction and suffering I have witnessed today. In the past I have witnessed many natural disasters around the world, but nothing like this." - U.N. Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon





Sincerely yours,
Mehtab Qureshi
President
Saharo Welfare Organization (Regd)
www.saharo-pk.com
Phone: +92-021-37677933

One time me, Paula, and Justin were riding a four wheeler. Justin was driving and me and Paula was on the back. Well we were riding on a dirt road, so I was already kinda nervous about riding the four wheeler. Paula thought it was boring, so Justin started swerving.. and Paula was messing around with me, and starting pushing me back and forth.. Well it was funny until she pushed me off of the four wheeler... I went rolling like 3o times and I hit my head several times.. I don't remember nothing but the worst throbbing pain ever, and I was numb.. I could not lift my head, or body.. I heard the four wheeler come back to me, and Justin was so worried, Paula was too, but not much..I laid there in pain for almost an hour, because I could not move... I finally was able to get up, and I had tears rolling down my face, didn't even feel them come out of my eyes.. I got back on the four wheeler and went back to Paula's house and my mom came running over there to take me to the hospital... I was sooo sleepy, luckily the hospital said nothing was wrong with me, but I thought I was going to die, my head hurts so bad... and if I would have fell asleep, I would have died.. I am so thankful to be alive right now..

On April 25, 2010 my sister Cheryl had a heart attack at Wishard Hospital in Indianapolis, they had to revive her with the paddles, and this is what she told me....I was in a room full of people and my Dad who passed away 23 years ago entered the room he took my hand and we walked down the hall way together, we ended up on a beautiful beach we were running and talking about everything, I said to my Dad, did you know how many times I just wanted 1 more day with you, he smiled and said yes, but you can't stay here, it is not time yet, I told him I didn't want to go Dad I want to stay with you, he said again, it is not time, you have to go back and take care of your children. Can I stay alittle longer? And at that point I seen a man standing in the background, I couldn't tell who it was but I felt it was my son Michael, who passed away when he was 3 months old. It was the most beautiful, peaceful, and overwhelming experence I have ever had. I am still in the hospital at wishard on the 6th floor. Not just for the heart attack but I had my leg amputated about two months ago and still having trouble healing because of diabetes.

I was seven years old, when I saw that movie. It was an adult's film; I should never have seen it. My mother was in hospital, recovering after delivering my baby brother. My father, he was asleep - in the same room I was seeing the movie.

I stared at the screen, clutching the remote so tightly in my hand that it turned white; and the woman on the screen, she stared back at me. There was something in her eyes, dark and blunt, that seemed to kill all the desire to live. She twitched her lips, as if to say something, but her voice failed her. Her face was pale, expressionless; yet I could sense that she despaired.

I heard a soft ominous tune, and a sudden terror of anticipation ran through my blood. The hair on my arms stood lifeless still; then did I first acknowledge how cold it really was, that winter's end. I knew what was going to happen next, as she stood on the edge of the ledge. She didn't look down, she didn't look up; she just stared at me, unaware that I could see her - I wanted to quit, I didn't want to see her perish, such a noble creature!

I raised my arm, pointing the remote at the television set. Then, I saw my hand, trembling - and I knew what I must do; I had the power to end this insanity. However, my fingers were frozen, numb. It dawned on me that I needed to know what would happen next, just to make sure that I was right - that she would jump. She took a step forward; her feet found no ground, and as gravity embraced her she suddenly snapped out of her trance.

Instinctively, she let out a high-pitched shriek, and in the small room her voice was amplified. In an instant I turned off the television, fearing to awaken my father. The reverberations died out, but I could still hear her shriek. I was enveloped in darkness, but I wasn't afraid. A few slivers of street-light infiltrated the room through a translucent window, forming the silhouette of a naked tree branch on it.

I saw the silhouette reach out like a witch's long slender hand, as it always did. Normally, I would cower from this entity, sleeping with my back towards it; but today, I felt bold. The woman seemed to have given it her voice; and the witch seemed to be using it to call out to me, begging me to save her. The silent whisper - I sympathized with her, this entity which I had always feared.

I slowly stood up, stretching my legs; and as I did, I felt my heartbeat quicken. My mind drifted back to the woman - but I made myself believe that I had satisfied my curiosity, and shuffled over to my side of the bed. I slipped into my blanket, thin and softly pink, and pulled it tightly around me. My teddy bear sat alone beside my pillow, but that night I resolved to sleep alone. Alone... that's what I felt most terribly that night. I was thrust into a world of death, grief, and despair; and I wasn't ready for it!

Next morning, I was woken up by my father's "precarious" computer. Unnatural, it was usually I who woke up the earliest in the house. I sat up in bed, staring blankly into my thoughts. I had a dream - it seemed to flow into reality, but I couldn't recollect how; all I knew was that I had an unfinished task at hand. I turned my head around and saw my teddy bear, sitting lifelessly where I had last left it. I stared into it's dull, dusty eyes and wondered if it could talk.

Then I closed my eyes, and several sounds flooded my head: my father typing, the birds chirping, the cars on the streets moving, and a hapless voice calling. Then, I remembered... the witch with the woman's voice. A shiver ran down my spine - was she dead? I spun my head in the opposite direction towards the translucent window, but the hand had disappeared. Curiosity caught the better of me, and I sprung out of bed. I walked into the balcony sedately, counting every step off my fingers.

On reaching the balcony wall, I stood on my toes to peak over the red metallic railing onto the street below. I could see the cars on the street, but the woman was nowhere in sight. Then I reasoned that she must have fallen onto the pavement, and so I stood higher still on the tips of my toes; but the rain shield prevented me from being able to see it. So, I raised my right leg and placed it on the low concrete wall, above which the metallic railing began. Then, with my left leg I pushed the floor and elevated myself onto the railing, clutching it tightly with both my hands. Suddenly, I felt nauseous.

I realized that I was in a very dangerous position, and decided to get back in; but memories of the woman came flooding back to me - her dark eyes, her expressionless face, her despairing heart! Such a noble creature; I needed to confirm that she had indeed perished. So, holding the railing as tightly as I possible could, I turned around and lowered myself onto the rain shield. I was facing the balcony wall; I needed to see down below. So, I carefully twisted my body until I was facing sideways towards the left. Then, in a swift motion, I let go of my right hand and completing the one-eighty degree twist on the narrow platform, I quickly grabbed onto the railing again.

My heart was now racing; the blood was accumulating in my sweaty palms, turning them red. I took a deep breath to calm myself down; then I leaned forward to look at the pavement. Suddenly, my heart froze dead, as I realized that I was staring five stories down to my death. The woman; she wasn't there - I had been tricked by the witch! I pulled myself back against the balcony wall, shattered. My breathing became heavier; it seemed as if I was drowning. I clenched my teeth, as my mind lost it's willpower, exhausted; but then, I heard the most terrifying scream!

That was the most powerful moment in my life - that scream of crazed terror; cutting through my flesh and bones like an icy wind, sending shivers throughout my body. I knew that voice, my father. I turned my head to see him. There he was, in the second balcony from where I stood; his face was marked by devastation, he was wildly waving his hands in hapless agitation, and in his eyes I saw a crazed indecision and disbelief. In that instant, I wanted to survive - for my mother, my father, and my baby brother; I didn't want to die!

That moment, when I needed him the most, my father resolved and rushed away in a mad desperation. I wanted to cry, but I knew that it wasn't the right time. Next, I impulsively spun around - the feat which I had earlier achieved with such great caution, I now accomplished within a split second! In an instant, grappled the railing and pulled myself over it, and for a fraction I felt as though I was both inside and outside my body. I collapsed onto the balcony floor, and started crying.

My father rushed into the balcony, and picking me up, he embraced me. Next, after I had calmed down he looked into my eyes, wiping out my tears, even as he was crying himself; and he gently asked me if I needed anything - and I answered that I wanted to see my mother, my brother, and my teddy bear!

When I was 15 I had an experience that would stay with me forver. I was adopted at 10 and the thought of pleasing my new family was overwhelming. I tried out for the highschool softball team and while running to try outs tripped over my own cleats injuring my arm, I diddn't make the cut.
The thought of letting my new parents down was so harsh and devistating I went home and finished off a bottle of Jack and a bottle of Kaluha. The next thing I remember is my dog licking the vomit out of my mouth ( he probably saved my life) I was choking on my on bile. From then I stood next to myself watching everything that happened. My mother called the paramedics and I remember watching as she was slapping me in the face screaming for me to wake up and them putting me on the stretcher and following it to the ambulance. Sitting next to myself in the ambulance was strange I can recall everything the medic had said to me, "I'm sure you have pretty eyes why dont you open them for me?" but I remember exactly what he looks like. When I got to the hospital I was in an alcoholic coma. At the same time I could say there was something different then just a coma, I had a choice. Keep standing there or something I dont think I really can explain.
I dont talk about it with anyone because I'm not sure they would understand. But I'll never forget that "calm" that I felt, it was absolutely warm and beatiful.

I remember it was July, and my mom had sent me to go to McDonald's to get some fries for my baby Brother.
I finally needed one more Busy road to cross, then I had the chance to pass, and as i was passing i was looking both ways (like you are supposed to do!). There were no cars! then as i was crossing I saw a HUGE Semi truck! I felt like i had stopped it in it's track. Then I remember being in a white room ( my scooter was gone) and i felt something tugging on my shirt, Then I felt a big Burn on my arm. then the last thing i remember that i was across the street. My arm was bleeding! i went in to mcdonalds and somehow the blood was gone. When i finally returned home it was Much darker. My Mom yelled at me for taking more that 20 min. and McDonald's is only two blocks away from my house. I finally told her my story, i was surprised that she believed me because that same exact thing happened to her when she was my age.

Manawatu Standard
18/12/2009

The person lying on the bed was covered in a grey sheet folded down to his shoulders. His mouth and eyes were closed, his hair was combed, and it looked like his hands were clasped together at his waist.

From his vantage point, floating near the ceiling, Trevor James realised he was looking at his own body.

Three figures dressed in surgical or mortuary gowns and caps, swathed in misty grey, appeared in the room.

Mr James recognised them as his long-dead parents and his brother. They stared at the figure on the bed, their mouths opened, but there was no sound. They beckoned.

Mr James was entranced by the sliver of brilliant white light he could see in the gap at the bottom of the door. He did not move toward it, and after a while, the figures melted away.

Mr James woke up alive next morning.

He was wearing the clothes he lay down in the previous evening. The sense of great peace and harmony had gone. He was disoriented and afraid.

There was no landline where he was living on the outskirts of Feilding, so he managed to stumble out and call for help.

An ambulance came. His vital signs were very low, his pallor deathly white. The eventual medical explanation was that he had had a stroke.

Two years on, the 69-year-old has tried to explain away the experience, but can't.

Mr James's meticulous recounting of his near-death experience fascinates Massey University senior lecturer in sociology Mary Murray, whose special interest is death and dying.

She wants to interview more New Zealanders who have similar stories to tell, and is waiting for ethics committee approval to make a start on the research.

"There are lots of different explanations for the phenomenon, but nobody knows for sure."

Overseas research projects were trying to build understanding about states of unconsciousness that could induce the sort of experience Mr James described.

She had explored literature that canvassed ideas about the role endorphins might play in prompting out-of-body experiences, what happened to the brain under anaesthesia, and what role culture and religious belief played in people's experience of near death.

She said until people started talking about the phenomenon more openly, living with the memory could be a lonely business for people like Mr James. Some reported it had a profound effect on their lives.

Mr James said he wasn't a religious or superstitious person.
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The details of his experience were etched on his memory, and for quite some time were hard to live with.

He said it changed him. He was less inclined to join in when others were drinking, preferring solitude to social situations where there might be any aggravation.

"I felt I had to start looking after myself better."

He has kept his story fairly private until now, but emboldened by Dr Murray's interest and the background reading he's done, he's keen now to reach out to other people who have had a similar experience and would appreciate reassurance they are not alone, and are not mad.

"It is now obvious, that in order to come to terms with my experience I should converse with others who have made similar claims and compare their experiences with my own.

"Almost certainly, my own experience is not an isolated event."

http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/health/3176415/Near-death-continues-to-intrigue

I had a minor operation on my armpit. Doctors gave me medicine that made me loose my consciousness. Before I gain my consciousness, I was up somewhere in space. A dark but not scary place with light studded. It was like seeing a dark building at night with decorations. Then, I was in the roof of the room where I was kept. I was in hospital bed, my aunt and mom were on my two sides. The moment I saw myself there, it occured to me that they had hospitalized me for being mad. Then, in my body I was saying that I was not mad and giving evidence of remembering my family and relatives- their names and my relationship to them.
The light studded dark place and seeing my body from the ceiling is still fresh in my mind.

by Katrina
Fri Sep 4

Heroin is the devils plaything. I had been playing with the devil for 2 1/2 years(I'm 21 years old now); despite the fact that i do believe in god and have been saved, i was simply addicted, and still am an addict.

It was late in the evening and my boyfriend and his best friend (both addicts as well), and I all schemed up to cop some heroin and hang out for a bit. We got back home and all shot up...2 minutes later I fell out. I was having the best dream ever.

I was in a field that I had played in as a child, but instead of just a plain green field, the area was covered in bright red flowers, the smell was alarmingly wonderful. i kept looking around to see the faces of the people talking to me, but there was no one. The voices were sweet and calming. I felt so at peace and didn't want to leave. In the "Dream" My grandfather's (Who had passed away 1 1/2 years prior from cancer) voice was becoming louder and was "shoving" me with his voice and i unwillingly listened and closed my eyes and A flash of blue came over me and suddenly my eyes were open in reality.

I looked forward and my boyfriends best friend was holding me screaming i had died, my heart had stopped, no pulse and i wasn't breathing for about 2 minutes. My boyfriend came rushing in with a chair and i sat down in it, more like pulled up off the mattress on the floor and forced into it. I was so out of breath like I hadn't breathed in 100 years. I felt so angry instantly that I was no longer in the dream with the overwhelming peace that I was always searching for through drugs.

I'm still angry and an addict, i struggle with sobriety everydday, but that experience has stayed with me and when I get the urge to do drugs i think of the fact that i died and god wants me here. I've prayed for a new life so many times and now i feel like god answered a prayer of mine. I died and have been born again. I have been living a new life for 13 days now. I'm reborn. I just keep praying that this life can continue being different and drug free. Thank god i have a second chance.

I was swimming in the Pacific Ocean with my cousin and sister, my cousin and sister were both younger and my cousin had never swam in the ocean. I'd heard many horror stories of shark attacks, but I wasn't worried at all, I figured I had a better chance of being struck by lightning (which I also have been) than experiencing a shark attack, so I wasn't worried.

We were pretty far out, swimming, enjoying the beautiful weather. My sister was out in front of me and I all of a sudden she began bolting for the shore. I cried out to her asking what was wrong, but she was not responding, simply swimming as hard as she could toward shore.

I immediately looked down, and about ten feet below the water all I was was an open mouth full of teeth directly under me. The first thought that entered my mind was "this is it, it's the end of me". Adrenaline kicked in and I began swimming as fast as I could toward shore. My mind went blank, all I could think about was getting out of the water.

Upon reaching shore, I realized that I still had all of my limbs and I wasn't bleeding. Disbelief washed over me and as I tried to fathom why the shark hadn't struck. I'd watched shark week on the Discovery Channel countless times and knew that Bull Sharks attacked straight up from underneath just as I had seen in the water. Astonished I began to peer out to the location where I thought my grave should have been.

What had happened is that the ten foot long Bull Shark had gotten tangled in a buoy and died in such a manner that it was pointing toward the surface with its mouth wide open. It was single handedly the scariest moment in my entire life. I've been in the ocean since, but have always been haunted by the memory. My cousin still hasn't heard the story to this day....

Posted: Sep 28, 2009 12:41 PM EDT Updated: Sep 28, 2009 3:50 PM

Anne Marie Tiernon/Eyewitness News

Indianapolis - Wishard Hospital hopes to determine if there is life after death.

Wishard is one of two US hospitals joining an international study of near death experiences. The Today Show Monday morning featured Dr. Mark Farber's research at the Wishard Cardiac Unit.

The data will examine the experiences of people like Don Piper. He says he'll never forget the day he died. Killed in an accident on a Texas bridge, paramedics covered his body with a tarp. He remained that way for an hour and a half.

"Suddenly without any warning, there under the tarp in the dark, I started singing and I was back," Piper said.

Piper wrote about the experience in his best-selling book, "90 Minutes in Heaven."

"This is really fascinating. There's a lot of professionals from physicians to nurses and respiratory therapists and other people who have this interest that maybe they've never expressed before in phenomena that we perhaps can't explain, because everybody's heard about these things," said Dr. Farber.

Adding science to the story intrigued Dr. Farber, who heads up the cardiac unit at Wishard Hospital. The county hospital is one of two American facilities now enrolled in an international study called Aware.

"That may change the way we do resuscitations. For an example, there is an automatic resuscitator. We used to call it a thumper. And those things are now available. We used them for a while. We discarded them. But we assume because we feel a pulse in the carotid, or we feel a pulse in the leg that we are effectively performing CPR. But we don't really know what the brain is getting. This allows us to get a window into the brain in terms of its oxygenation. And if we find out that we're doing something wrong that needs to be corrected, that could have an important impact on how we resuscitate people," Farber said.

Researchers are testing the reports of some patients who say they were floating above their body. If a patient who is pronounced dead but later revived can remember the image, it could be evidence of out-of-body experiences.

"If we can show that people are actually aware of what is going on can see things that we can't explain, how they can possible see may be opens up a whole new enterprise and further investigation. To me that is what science is all about," said Dr. Farber.

http://www.wthr.com/Global/story.asp?S=11211092

6/7/2009
by Cynthia Y

I have asthma, or more like damaged lungs due to too much jet exhaust, jet fuel ( working in aircraft fuel tanks) and a bout of pneumonia at least once a year that requires hospitalization, and lots of scar tissue in my lungs. Over active immune system.

So I had been having difficulty breathing as usual, chest tightening, breaths getting less volume and not being able to suck in much air. I call 911 frequently and have to be given shots of steroids at hospital.

I get a little stupid when my O2 levels get low and I can't make a decision to call 911 or drive myself to the hospital. So all of a sudden I can't breathe, like I really can't breathe, my lungs stopped working. I was thinking I can't speak and its only a matter of time before I pass out which I did. My kid is used to the drill. I made a hand gesture like phone to the ear and my kid called 911. as she was on the phone I passed out. at first before loosing consciousness I fell to the floor and your body tries to get up but your mind says to you" this is it and your head is o.k. with it". I was all o.k. with dying and very peaceful, no fear. like relief like pure love and contentment.

I was enveloped in darkness, like all dark, cave dark, and I was still me but in an empty space all dark and I started to fall through a bazillion million miles of dark to this light that was a spark, the amount of energy it takes to create a thought. A miniscule amount of energy the light of a synapses, the light created from the electrical impulse of your thought. when I hit this light I was shot backwards and from this energy source the universe was created right in front of my eyes. I saw everything that has ever happened since the beginning of the Big Bang. like the discovery channel. I saw everything the whole universe from the beginning of time. And time is something humans made up, there is no such thing as time this is all a series of events. It was like a big paisley of cosmos being formed in front of me and I had superman vision. ( I told a friend what I saw and he turned me on to fractals it looked like that) I was hanging in the dark space and our universe was below me like a teacup saucer inside of a 33 gallon trash bag. I was in the bag still. I was beyond the far reaches of the universe. beyond the universe looking at it with superman vision and I could see earth and my house and inside it and all from a bazillion gagillion light years past the edge of the universe. it was really amazing.

Then of in the distance out of the blackness to my right I see a man and he slid up right up to my face, he moved like Dracula in Bram Stokes Dracula movie just boom he's in my face. he didn't walk bouncy he slid. He was the most beautiful being I ever saw. I was enveloped in pure love, a feeling that I cannot describe , pure love and peace and well being. safety. a glowing love like no other that I can't describe how wonderful it was. He was the big cheese. That is what I call him now. It was GOD. There is a GOD. a supreme being, the one. He had long white hair past his shoulders wavy the color of that fiberglass stuff in furnace filters, It looked softer than anything I ever saw he had a beard long wavy soft white to his boob area. His skin was a golden bronze color almost metal like. Polished old brass he was a perfect being, he was so pretty. He was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. He was wearing a kaftan with bell sleeves and gold embroidery around the collar sleeves and hem. with a Nuru collar. I sew. It was like a rayon thin silky flowing. you could tell he was buff under it. I was in pure love but not sexual. His eyes were not of a color that is here on earth. the color was not in our human rainbow. When I looked into his eyes all the secrets of the universe were revealed to me . I know how everything works because I looked into his eyes for a moment. All the secrets of the universe, all knowledge of all time everything. He said to me "Do you know who I am?" I knew he was God the moment I looked into his eyes. I said "yes" and I was so ashamed and so unworthy and I felt just ashamed, but loved like no other. I felt loved. I was so happy to be there. and I looked down at his feet and I wanted to just lay at his feet and hold onto his leg. like a baby. He has perfect feet." he said " you have three missions then you can die".

Then out of no where slide in my face these two beings I call them. beautiful beings wearing similar outfits are in my face. one had blonde wavy hair it just past the shoulders it was masculine and the other feminine one had a wavy pageboy shorter the same color and they were bronze color a little less pretty than GOD, and they had eyes the color of coffee and cream. A soft beige color. They both grabbed me from either side of my body like a hug and said "don't worry we'll be with you" they flew me backwards through the universe at supersonic speed and when we got close to earth the disappeared but I could still feel them holding me. They follow me around on each side of me behind me. still to this day they are hear. I can't see them but I feel them behind me. One likes me a lot, the masculine one the other female is like in training or something she doesn't really want to be here. so I'm flown back to earth and I am now on the planet going down hwy 18 in the air above the ambulance. then I am on the ceiling inside and the dropped me back into my body. like someone dropping you on your back from about three feet off the ground. I open my eyes and I have a tube up my nose down into my chest and a rubber balloon in my face with a guy squeezing the bag and he is breathing for me by squeezing the bag. I grabbed his hand and his eyes got really big. I puked all over the paramedic on the other side of the gurney because the guy squeezing the bag turned my head as I started to puke. I felt perfectly fine except my lungs were not working. This man had my life in his hands. literally. When we got to the hospital they gave me a shot but people were taking turns squeezing the bag coming out of my nose. then by body started to breathe on its own and they had to get the tube out. Then I puked again, and again.

I was not breathing for about 15 minutes. A neighbor with a scanner came over when she heard it and freaked out I guess crying and all. The sheriff got to my house and one guy says " shit what do we do?" the other sheriff says " wait till the FD gets here" and told my neighbor and my kid to go outside. I was purple with black lips and a grey body and cold flesh. They thought I was dead. The Fire Dept. called my parents and told them I was more than likely dead and they should get to the hospital. When I got out of the hospital and saw the FD guys in the market, ( I live in a small town) they were in disbelief that I could even walk. They call me their miracle baby as I should be dead.

I was pissed off at first that I was back in my messed up body, back here in this craphole of a planet,, plus I was never told what my missions were. BUT I know what the future is and I am going to eventually die of a heart attack shoveling snow on Nov 11. I don't shovel snow on that date but one day I will forget its Nov 11 and die.

Dying is the best thing that could ever happen to a person. you become perfect and all knowing and go to a way better place. I used to fear death and now I can't wait to go back. I envy old people who are ready to die. If they knew how it was they would forego all medical procedures and check out. Dying is not really dying you become a being of light and are borne into another better plane of existence. This place is a carefree place of pure love where you can make your own reality and there is no such thing as time. When you are immortal and live forever who cares what time it is you have forever to do it.
I want to go back and feel I don't belong here.

http://www.nderf.org/cynthia_y_nde.htm

6/10/2009
by Mari Luz

I was playing a game of basketball at school, when the ball left the court. I ran towards it, picked it up and turned my head in order to throw the ball, which is when I struck my temple on an iron bar. This is where my experience began.

I was looking down on the whole schoolyard from above, as though floating in the air, and could see my fellow-players weeping and crying out. I was to their right, the teacher had his back to me, kneeling over a girl who was laid out on the ground. Approaching, I asked what was going on, but nobody answered me. The teacher was shaking her and slapping her with the palm of his hand on her face, and at this point I realised that the girl on the ground being slapped was me. I had my mouth open and my eyes were open too, but vacant. The teacher (at the same time as he tried to revive me) was shouting, Oh my God, Oh my God, wake up... From my position (above and to the right of the whole scene) I could see everything that happened over the whole schoolyard with great clarity, the children and the people by the fence. (I heard) their comments about what was happening, could see children going in and out of the playground, cars passing by... when suddenly I found myself in darkness where something or someone was drawing me to them, and the closer I got the more comfortable I felt. My "pleasure" intensified to the highest degree the further I drew away from life, I realised, and so I wanted to come back.

I woke up and the first thing I asked was how were my mouth and my eyes.

http://www.nderf.org/mari_luz_cb_nde.htm

6/10/2009
by Carlos CP

It all started with a simple abscess in a back tooth. I went to the doctor and had the gum lanced to get the infection out, then they sent me home. After I got home, I lost a lot of blood and after some hours I went back to the hospital to the ER, where I was looked at and sent back home. In the elevator I fainted, (at this time nothing special happened), and I regained consciousness in a stretcher where I was being stitched up. After this they decided I needed to stay for observation overnight. As chance would have it, I was in the same room where I had been born 10½ years earlier. Once I was in the room, with my mother and two aunts with me, I needed to go to the bathroom. I got up; my mother really wanted to come with me, but I didn't want her to and I went in by myself. The last thing I remember is making an effort to grab the toilet paper, at which point I fainted.

Suddenly I saw myself floating (I never saw my physical body), amazed, asking myself: What's this? Where am I? I was floating, without a body, but still I could move around, in short I had an "I". I spent some time feeling disconcerted, it was like a dream but I still remember it as being too real to be a dream. Then all of a sudden I found myself in a room, where my mother, and one of my aunts who was not in the hospital at the time, were weeping inconsolably, seated on maroon-coloured, very brightly-coloured, armchairs. At this point I said to myself: Ah, that means I'm dead! And I started to feel a peace and wellbeing which is indescribable.

And then I saw myself going through a long, narrow passageway, at whose end I found a door with a glass panel in the top part, through which I could see a coffin, which immediately made me think it was my coffin. After this I recovered consciousness in my aunt's arms as she put me down on my bed, and my mother and other aunt went out onto the terrace, crying and scared.

http://www.nderf.org/carlos_cp_nde.htm

7/9/2009
by Jen V

I was slowly aware of a light ahead of me. I seemed to be pulled along toward it. There were stairs in front of me but I wasn't aware of using them...they were just there. Along the sides of me were other people who were in the darkness that were trying to climb up but couldn't and seemed stuck in a huge mass of themselves. All things that happened next seemed to happen all at once, or in very fast succession. I came into the light. The light was so brilliant but not warm nor cold. It was almost as if it consumed me. A feeling of Love so powerful and consuming, washed over me. It was so potent that you could almost reach out and touch it.

A group of people came toward me with warm greetings. They spoke to me with thought and I knew they were like me but I could not focus on facial features. They were to, consumed by the light and it spread from each of them. As I was aware of them welcoming me, I was also then aware that there seemed to be some confusion that I shouldn't be there and was told it was not my time and that I should return to finish my life's work. There was no negativity about it but a comforting gesture to return, that I was there by accident. During those moments I had looked into the distance and realized that it was so beautiful, colors were so vibrant, my senses were so alive. I had a sense that all knowledge that was to be had, was there for my knowing if I so chose. That is when I understood that I would have two boys in my lifetime and they would be some years apart. I also knew that I would have a rough life for some time but would find someone/something that would enrich myself for the rest of my years. It was also made known that toward my latter years I would make a huge difference of some kind in the world.

Almost as soon as it began it was ending. Those that had welcomed me were gently moving me back toward the darkness. I was told that in time I would visit again and to be vigilant in my life. I went backward into the darkness and saw the people on either side of me pulling at each other and trying to find the light. And the next thing I was aware of was waking from my bed and having that feeling of Love burning in my chest. I was saddened by having to return but knew there was more of my life to live. To this day, some 16 years later; I can feel that Love and I have an overpowering sense that there is something great to come and to be watchful and vigilant.

http://www.nderf.org/jen_v_ndelike.htm

7/9/2009
by Bobbi D

I was being pulled, with my back facing in the direction of the pull, and my face facing the earth. But, I don't recall seeing the earth. It was a knowing that I was leaving it. It was not that I was "in a tunnel". It was that a tunnel was created around me due to the incredible speed that I was traveling. I think about it when I see the white marks that a high speed jet leaves across the sky. The jet created the marks. It is the same. There is no fear whatsoever in this experience, even though at this point, there was an unknowing of what was happening. It was at this time that I realized I had left my body, that I was dead. But, I didn't care that this had happened. I was peaceful.

The traveling began to slow, and I had a sense that I was arriving somewhere. There were six spirits there, and I could clearly see them, wearing the clothes of their day on earth. Five were males. One was a female. I did not know any of them from this life. But, I knew instantaneously that they all loved me deeply, unconditionally, and knew me thoroughly. I think of them now as my greeting party who came out to meet me at a designated point. I had no thoughts regarding this at the time. I was peaceful, happy, free. They engulfed me in unconditional love. Everything there is laid bare. But, there is no shame, guilt or deceit. It's not possible there. There is total understanding without even experiencing the thought of needing to understand. It is already there-total understanding in perfect clarity. I have to elaborate on this because it is an important difference between our physical reality, and the true, after physical death reality. There, at this place, outside of the physical body, everything that you are, feel, think, believe is clear for anyone to see (feel and understand with perfect clarity). It was not what I did in physical life that mattered most. It was who I was, who I am inside, my soul, that was more important than any physical thing I did. In other words, it was only who I really was at the time, in terms of my soul that was most important. That's not to say that all of my life experiences had not significantly contributed to the person I was. They had. And the impact of physical actions on the soul cannot be lessened. It's hard to explain. It's as though you might think that maybe you could do bad things to others, or have bad thoughts about others, and it would be ok, as long as you, yourself remained a beautiful person. This is wrong. It does change your soul, and there's nothing you can do to change that. But, physical actions weren't as important as the person (me) that those experiences had created. This is what the emphasis is on when viewing another in this dimension.

Now, I couldn't see what the spirits who had greeted me had done in their physical lives. I could see (feel and understand with perfect clarity) who they were inside, just as they could see me clearly.

All of this happens with feelings/thoughts that occur simultaneously at incredible speed. I could see the mouths moving as they were speaking. But, I did not hear the way we hear in the physical world. And the element of time, as we know it, in physical life does not exist. For instance, one of the souls who greeted me said to another soul, in a slow, pleading, pausing way, this sentence, "she's been through so much, she should be allowed to stay." In physical terms, this would take fifteen seconds to say, at the speed with which he said it. However, it doesn't take time there. It's instantaneous, even though I know this sounds strange. The feeling of time is realized by an individual in communication. But, time doesn't exist in physical terms. It is the most wonderful language - perfectly clear, perfectly understood, perfectly liberating, perfectly perfect. I never heard a tone that could identify a specific voice. It's not like that. The tone is there. It's just a tone that identifies a specific soul, not something that's physically audible.

Now this is going to be hard for you to comprehend. So, I'm really going to try hard. Everything is happening at once, or overlapping at best. Imagine having a thousand things, and people talking at the exact same moment, and perfectly understanding every detail of all that's going on. I could understand all six souls speaking at the exact same time with perfect clarity, as well as knowing the purest depths of their hearts, and a multitude of other things happening and information that I was privileged to receive, all at the exact same instance. There are no doubts about what is being said because of the dynamics of the form of communication (souls laid bare, plus you feel it, and know it's the truth). And you never question it. There's no need to. You know instinctively that it's the true form of communication. You instantly feel you've been freed from all the limitations of physical bondage. You feel that you are finally home, where you belong. Now, I never had a memory that this place was home. It was more of an instinctive, and intuitive knowing that this is where I belonged. Doubts don't exist there. They're not possible. Everything is perfectly clear knowledge.

The greatest emphasis of this experience is LOVE. You are so totally engulfed with a love that does not exist in our physical world. No matter how deep a love you feel for your children, it does not compare with this love. This love is the purest, truest, deepest, totally unconditional love that you could EVER imagine. Now, I realize you may be saying "that's what I feel for my children." I'd say that too. But, it goes way beyond what these words can describe. And I think this is because it is communicated to you in the form of feelings. It knocks your socks off. When you receive this love, it is not comprehended with your mind. It is FELT by your soul. And that immense feeling of this perfect love shoots straight into your heart, as a feeling that you experience. It can bring your soul to it's knees, in a sense, with a quick swoosh of sensation. Now, this is not overwhelming in a bad way. It is totally overwhelming in the best way imaginable. Once you have a taste of it, you will forever be changed. It is total bliss. What you've always wanted, and then so much more. I was awestruck that I was so loved. I still am, and I forever will be.

There is a great light that exists that I was compelled to move into. But, I was not able to. From a distance, I'd liken this light to those seen in a picture of the sun with it's rays emanating. The light is shorter in width at it's origin, when it is far away, and the rays spread out the further they travel from the source. The closer the light is to you, the wider it's point of origin becomes, until it is so close, that it's point of origin lights up your entire viewing screen. This light is the source of the "knock your socks off" love, which is probably why your instinct says "more please, I'm going there." Now, that is not to say that I did not feel immense love from the individual souls that I encountered. I did. And the love they held for me was enough to fully saturate any human being for a life time. It's just that when I became aware that there was more love, that was even greater, along with a realization that this source of love was even closer to me, in terms of relation, I wanted it most. It was as though the entity emitting that incredible love for me knew me the best. The love was "over-the-top" in terms of what a mother or father feels for their child. So, in a sense, I was sort of drawn to my closest relative, even though there was no doubt it was not the type of relative we experience in the physical world. It never the less felt more real than any physical relationship. I think of this light now as god. And I'm grateful that this light revealed it's love for me in my death experience.

Ok, I'll give you the details of the experience in human terms, although I believe these details are totally insignificant in comparison to the real, and important aspects I have given you.

Upon arriving at the place where the six souls met me, they commenced in loving me, via their thoughts/feelings. I felt free, wonderful. They had an extensive conversation among themselves at the same time that was about me being allowed to stay, where I do not know. But, I was happy to stay right where I was at. There was a deep blue colored, but not dark feeling, universe around them. It was pleasant. There was no land. It was more like they had come to meet me in a place in the universe where there was no land. But, it was not unnatural. Quite the contrary. It felt more natural than earth. It felt right. I can still see their faces clearly in my memories. The consensus among them was that I should be allowed to stay. I was so happy. There was no way I was going back. No way! I had no doubts about that. I had been released from the limited prison of the physical body. My mind was a thousand times sharper, free, and able to operate at full capacity, which I was unaware prior to my death was possible. The love was incomparable. I would never go back willingly. At the same time, I viewed a thousand images relating to the universe and simultaneous history. I was not able to comprehend all of them. However, I was granted full comprehension about life, with emphasis on the importance of living life as it is given, and that we are all part of one only. I was not a participant in the conversations that were ongoing about me. I was only an observer. Then the light drew closer, and everyone became aware of it, and their focus shifted to the light. There was a pause as everyone's attention was on the arriving light. A woman came into view who was completely surrounded in the light (the entire visual screen). However, the other six souls were not surrounded by the light, only her. This is hard to describe. It's as though only when you looked at her, the entire screen of your vision is filled with light. But, when you look at the other souls, they are all surrounded by the blue, pleasant background. The woman, like the other souls, loved me deeply, despite the fact that she had a stern, disciplinarian look on her face. She was dressed in a much older style dress, black, with a matching bonnet. The dress covered every part of her, up to her neck. She was an older woman, with a rugged, weather beaten face. She was staring straight at me with an unbroken stare. The other souls were pleading with her to allow me to say. She said not one word (thought/feeling). But, just continued to stare at me deeply, as if in deep analytical concentration. After the other souls had pleaded to their hearts content, there was a pause. She continued to stare at me, and then said "she goes back." My heart dropped to the deepest bottom. I finally spoke for the first time, pleading "no, no, please, no." She was firm. I gave her the heart-felt thought that I would not go. My emotions cried deeply. I would have to be forced. Then I realized that I was hovering above my body. Then next, a nurse was packing ice on my chest, and telling me to wake up. I was naked, no sheet. I looked at my body in disgust. I felt nothing for it. The nurse gently, but aggravatingly poked my left arm twice, while saying "wake up". Next, I felt incredible pain, realizing I was back in my body. My heart dropped. I felt so let down to be back. The nurse realized I had come to. She repeated "open your eyes" several times. Then she started shoving small spoonfuls of ice chips in my mouth, instructing me that my fever was too high, and that I needed to continually eat ice. She kept spooning it in until I passed out.

http://www.nderf.org/bobbi_d_nde.htm

7/13/2009
by Zoraida C

I always told my mother about this when I was a little girl, and at that time I had no idea that this might happen to other people, too. It is strange, but though I was only a baby, I felt as if I separated from my body and had the freedom to go wherever I wished. It felt as if I was flying. I found myself in a wood, full of big trees, and when I looked at the ground, I could see thousands of fallen leaves. I could feel a pleasant breeze. Through the branches of the big, enormous trees, I could see a kind of white light shining, without knowing whether it was sunlight or just a light. But it shone through and lit up all my surroundings. It was not a beautiful garden, rather a place of solitude, forlorn and sad, with only the light for company. I started to move forward and this is the strangest thing, which I have never been able to forget: I saw a whiter light, which seemed infinite, through a long and completely white tunnel, and I saw two big branches intertwined, as if they bordered a coat-of-arms. They were big branches and they enclosed two large golden keys which were also entwined like swords forming an "x"-shaped cross. I could see clearly, which I don't understand, as I have no memories of when I was a baby! That was all. After two weeks, I started to recover (my health). I had long-term effects from that illness. I still have half of my body affected, but I lived as best as I could until I was 13, when I again had a similar experience, but which was also different.


One night, after a normal day in the life of any teenager, I went to bed, and straightaway I didn't know whether I was dreaming or what was going on. I was suffering convulsions, like an epileptic fit, according to what the doctors told me. I knew I was in my bed, I saw myself contorted in the bed, and I felt a heaviness, like cramps. I seemed to be standing looking towards the door of my room, which was half-opened, but I could not see myself standing there, I just felt that it was so. I didn't know what was happening, and I was conscious of wanting to open my eyes, but I could not. My sister was asleep in another bed in the same room, and my parents in another room quite separate from mine. But they all heard a kind of very loud snoring sound, and were standing next to me shouting and trying to wake me up. I saw dimly, but heard the shouts quite clearly, then getting further away. I went through a black tunnel which had red lights, and heard voices, without being able to make out whose they were. I felt cramps, then I relaxed. Then I heard a voice, which was my grandmother, deceased 11 years before. She wanted to take my hand, and other voices were calling me too, but I didn't recognize them. I felt no fear. Suddenly I again heard the cries of my parents, but far away, and I concentrated on listening to them without knowing that they were calling for me. Then I could see them moving my body and I awoke without knowing what was happening, astonished at my mother's tears, my father's shouting and the anxiety of my sister. I sat up and just felt tiredness and heaviness in my body. I couldn't explain what had happened. They put alcohol under my nose and took me to the clinic although it was around midnight. On the way back home, I told my mother I'd heard my grandmother's voice then seen the stars, which were so many, and I had a strange feeling: as if I had been there (to the stars) or would like to be. After this "fit", as the doctors call it, I felt afraid, but the fear was a conscious fear of death or of remaining injured. I have no fear of what I felt in the tunnel, I was at peace. I never had any more fits, until today, at the age of 28, and I take anti-convulsants to ward them off. This was my experience.

http://www.nderf.org/zoraida_c_poss_nde.htm

7/18/2009
by Miguel G

I was travelling by car from Alicante to Valencia with some friends, we had not slept for two days. I was depressed that weekend due to my family situation at home, which was problematic, my mother suffering from schizophrenia, with periods when she was very bad, making for continuous tensions and problems at home . The situation affected me a lot. That weekend I took MDMA (Ecstasy), I don't know how many tabs I took over the two days we were "celebrating", actually I felt no effect from them, as I could not get my worries about my mother's condition out of my head. In the middle of the journey home one of my friends did some quite big lines of cocaine, something which was not to my taste normally, but at this time I didn't care about anything and I sniffed a line. Straight off I felt a huge rush, as if all the tabs of MDMA I had taken without feeling the effects suddenly kicked in at the same time. My pulse started to race, I was scared and tried to get the attention of my friends who were dozing off, but I couldn't. My pulse was racing more and more and my mind was lucid, more lucid than ever before, and I realized this was not good, my heart would not be able to hold out.

That was when I thought: How could you be so stupid, you've finally done it, damned drugs! and I saw how the person in the front seat turned round and looked at me with a very scared expression, then I felt a sort of explosion in my chest and my heart stopped. My sight misted over and I left my body like a gunshot into the darkness. I was very scared and fully conscious that I was dying. I thought that in a few moments everything would be finished, as the state of lucidity I had for the moment must be from the adrenalin which my body had surely secreted due to panic. Suddenly I found myself floating, I could hear and feel a sort of vibration, a buzzing, very pleasant and relaxing. I realized that around me were floating some strange and colored globes, very bright and strange, spinning on themselves slowly and all moving in the same direction as though pulled by some force. I looked in that direction and there was a warm, brilliant, white light.

Then I couldn't take my eyes of the light, all my fear and anxiety disappeared, I felt as if naked, as though the depths of my soul and my thoughts were uncovered, with nothing further to hide. The feeling of peace was indescribable, and I noticed the light begin to pull me towards it just as it was pulling the strange globes. I let myself go, the light getting bigger and bigger as I got closer, and just before I went into it my mind recovered its clarity and I knew that once inside I would never come out. My thoughts were crossing my mind at tremendous speed, actually they were not random thoughts which I was gathering to form an idea, I don't know how to explain this, they were like avalanches of ideas which came to my mind, I thought I could not die, that people needed me, that I was very young and I had important things to do.

Suddenly I again felt the same sensation as at the beginning, I was shot at great speed and found myself floating in a sort of dark abyss, where I could hear heartbreaking lamentations and suffering. I could feel thousands of souls who were suffering and lamenting, trying to cling to me, but not with the intention of taking me with them, rather they were trying to get out of the abyss. The feeling of fear and anxiety came back, then suddenly I seemed to be floating in space with the image of planet Earth in front of me. Although it looked beautiful, the feeling was awful, I felt all the suffering which was in it, I felt how sick it was and that the sickness was growing, I felt egoism, violence, I felt how humanity was getting further away from the spiritual world and this was infecting it with a sort of cancer, and that this would bring consequences, not as some kind of divine punishment, rather by its own process of cause-effect. Again I felt the sensation of vertigo.

I opened my eyes. I was lying on the hard-shoulder of the road, one of my friends, a girl, was trying to resuscitate me and the others were around me, very anxious and holding their heads with their hands. They told me I was not breathing for about 2 minutes, which didn't seem much for everything I went through, but the fact is I lost the notion of time. On the way to hospital I was silent, thinking about what happened, and in fact my life has completely changed, since now I keep my spirits and hopes up, no matter how great the problems I'm facing. Since that day I take more interest in spiritual things than material things, and always keep an attitude in life of honesty, respect and helping my fellows.

http://www.nderf.org/miguel_g_nde.htm

7/25/2009
by Annie B

Suddenly I found myself at the end of a dark tube (I don't know how I got to this point). There was a very luminous, blue light, with a fuzzy look. I saw many people coming towards me. When they were quite close, I recognized my mother (deceased 1995) with my father (ditto 1972), my grandparents (1966 and 1971), my great-grandmother (1970) together with my great-grandfather, whom I never knew. All of them, and me too, were about 35 years old. All, and me too, were dressed in a blue tunic tied at the waist by a cord. There were also many other people that I had no time to recognize. They were all welcoming towards me. When Mom came near me, she said: "It's not your time to come here now; you still have things to do on earth. Go back and fight". This was not the kind of language my mother used, previously.

Straight after this, I was sucked back into the tube through which I had arrived, and catapulted into a corner of my (hospital) room. I was there, dazed, in a foetal position, and I could see my body on a bed (with yellow sheets), with a lot of people milling around me. A woman applied the defibrillator paddles and I was lifted up from the corner of my room and thrown back into my body.

I began to talk about this to my family as soon as I emerged from my foggy state. My husband has never been able to confirm to me whether I had defibrillation; it was only a year later that a doctor confirmed this to me.

http://www.nderf.org/NDERF_NDEs.htm

Jun 18 21:12:14 2009

I was 7 and was being rushed to the hospital. I had been attacked by a dog. My head was ripped open and there was blood everywhere. I was losing blood fast and it was all I could see. I remember being on a cold metal table with doctors and needles hovering around me. My eyes closed and I could feel myself losing my ties to both gravity and sanity as I drifted away. Everything became slow motion. And I could hear everyones voices yelling slowly and quietly. They sounded so far away. I felt like I was floating. A feeling a weightlessness and of being high. The pain was gone and I remember something in the back of my mind frantically trying to tell me that something was horribly, horribly wrong, but I couldn't pay attention long enough to care. I just...drifted. And I felt relaxed. I remember staring down at myself and the doctors that loomed over me. Like I was someone else floating above. And nothing went through my mind, there was no feeling then, I just stared down at myself and everything had gone silent.

Then everything went hazy and black and my eyes opened and I was back on the cold table screaming.

I'm fine now. I had stayed in the hospital for 5 weeks hooked up to an IV and my scars have long since faded away. I don't remember much of the five weeks that I was there, but that one incident on that cold metal table will haunt me forever.

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/N-O/neardeathexperience.shtml?e=0,1,5#0

Jul 11 01:47:07 2009

I remember going to lie down on the couch with a quilt as I was not feeling well. I have no memory of real life for the next 3 weeks. My son had me ambulanced to the hospital, as he could not take me himself. When he arrived at the hospital behind the ambulance, he was told I wasnt going to make it, and to call family, and make arrangements. I had renal failure. I remember moving into a dark area, no light, no sound. I stood for some time not moving. I remembered the day my son was born, and how joyous I was, feeling like I had just been re-united with a long lost friend. When our eyes met, it was like he recognized me too. I loved him so much it hurt, each day with him was wonderous. As I stood in that dark area with no light and no sound, I was afraid to move, feeling somehow I would be swept away. I didnt want to go, I didnt want to leave my son, and I remember yelling out, "I don't want to be here, I can't leave him". I woke up, and saw him sitting there. Someone had told him to take care of himself, get sleep, eat. He said, "without her there is no me". I firmly believe in reincarnation, he and I had been together many times before, we are as connected as day and night. I believe I made the choice to stay. Maybe death isnt a certainty.

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/C-D/choices.shtml?e=0,1,2#0

From: Kelli Williams
Mon Jan 5 13:56:02 2009

I am a forty something year old female. I have had 2 NDEs.

First I would like to start out by saying that I had an abuse boyfriend/husband. I was killed twice by his hands. The first time was when, our now, 23 yo son was about 2 years old. My boyfriend, at that time, was upset with me after coming home from work. He was mad at someone else and took it out on me. He was strangling me in the bathroom. Something, a voice inside me i guess, told me to "don't be afraid". I blacked out.

The next thing I remember was that my brain or something woke up. I was thinking to myself. "where am I? and what is happpening?" I literally could hear a tape recorder sound when it is being played and you push the fast forward button at the same time. I could also see flashes of my life as if i were watching a movie and i pushed the fast forward button on it too. Suddenly the life flashing before my eyes stopped and I remember, "i'm being strangled by my boyfriend". Also there was a very bright white light. Not like the sun but a very white and bright light that didn't hurt eyes but it was that bright. Then suddenly I fell myself falling and the light was gone and I woke up on my living room floor.

Later when I talked with my then boyfried about the incident and told him what happened. He said that my eyes were wide open and that I was fighting him back. He didn't let go of my throat until he realized that my eyes shut and I went limp. That's when I fell to the floor.

My second experience was by the same man. It was October 11, 1997. We had three children by now and we were married and divorced but we still lived together. This time he beat me with our 2 younger children there and a friend of mine had a daughter that was 10 at the time and she liked staying with me. If it weren't for my friends daughter i would not have known what happened that evening because I don't remember the beating. I only remember bits and pieces of that whole day and the NDE.

Once again he was mad at me for someone taking his money. He blamed it on me. He hit me. One hand on my throat and a punch in the face with the other hand. From what I understand he continued to beat me. (Not to mention the marks and hair falling out from being pulled and one side of my face twice the size as the other and the staples in the back of my head and not being able to open my mouth to eat for 2 weeks....etc.) He beat my head into the desk the shelf, pushing me, etc.

This ND experience was different. I was surrounded by people in white clothing. I don't remember if I knew them but I felt like I knew them. My memory is also not so clear on this experience. I believe that what they said to me i was not supposed to remember it all. I remember saying to them that I wanted to stay. I remember them telling me "your children need you" "you must not stay you have to go back". I can be stubborn and I imagine that I was being stubborn. They finally convinced me to go back.

I remember sitting in a chair in my living room and I was asking my x-husband "what just happened". He didn't know that I really couldn't remember. He was freaking out and was going to leave. He tells me today that I was begging him not to go. Well, I was cut on the back of my head and was bleeding very badly. He didn't know it and neither did I. Not to mention that I had 4 children there to take care of and i was completely out of it. I finally came to my senses the next day.

After my x, realizing that I needed medical care, took me to the hospital and i went home with my sister-in-law. I remember asking her what year is it? how old are my children?, etc. I'm not sure if that is due to my NDE and my memory being wiped out of what they told me or what.

There are my 2 NDEs. Very long stories I know but I hope whoever reads this will get something out of it. Especially, Domestic Violence victims. After this last experience I had 2 more children with another man. Was it them who needed me to give them life? I sometimes remind myself of what those "Angels" told me. "Your children need you."

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/N-O/notmytimex2.shtml?e=0,1,2#0

From: Jim C.
Fri May 22 21:58:37 2009

I'll try to relate this as it happened, without any personal weights or emphasis. Personally, I would like someone to tell me what happened (smile).

I was driving on a road, late at night. The last conscious act was to glance at my speedometer and realize that I was going too fast for a corner that was approaching. The last feeling was of the car being airborne.

Suddenly, I was being escorted by to people (one on each side). Everything was either blurred or a cloudy dark. Kind of a dark fog. The people escorting me were both in white. One particular thing on this is that I recall that none of our feet were moving, almost like we were drifting at a steady pace towards a group of people ahead. Off to my left was an elderly lady sitting in a wheelchair, and front left was a sun like light (although in a fog).

As we neared the group of people, I felt relaxed and was kind of looking forward to getting to them (no fear). But before we reached them, and before I could even see who they were, I heard a voice say "No - Not Yet". With those words I felt like a hammer hit my chest and I was propelled backwards.

Next thing I know, I am laying face down in a farmers field. The car had rolled in the air and landed on a fence. Judging from the buckled driver side door, I was thrown as the car flipped.

In so much as my head hit nothing prior to being expelled from the car, I cannot explain how my last thought was prior to the car even beginning to roll. It was like my brain just decided to turn off as soon as I realized I was not going to make the corner and was airborne.

By Anon

Ever since I was a baby, men and woman who are maybe in their early 80's have always said by looking into my eyes that I have an old soul.

And through out my life my parents have never understood it because those people never actually said why I have an old soul.

But a few months ago I met an old man who called me by the name "TeraLee." I really like that name and always have and yet it's not even a real name so I knew something was going on. I said to him "my name isn't TeraLee, I don't even think its a real name." the man then said, "i know its not a name but do you like the name?" and I told him I have always liked it and thought I was the one to make it up.

The man said his name was David and asked me to see something. He took me to his truck and pulled out a box (may I add David was in his 70's or something) He looked into the box and smiled at me smiled and told me to give him my name. I trusted him so I gave him my name.

A few weeks later, I heard he died and left me the box he got from his truck. When I went to get it, I looked in it. And there were heaps of really old, black and white photos. Actualy on one of them had more than one person in it. There were 5 people in a backyard or something. A girl around my age, a man and woman. 1 little boy and in the background was a smiling man who looked like the old man in his 20's. The girl in between the other man and the woman looked JUST like me. Same smile, same eyes. She even posed the same way as me.

And in the other photos was that girls school photos and stuff.

Then I saw a letter written in inc and it was similar to my handwriting. It was a diary of some sort and it was signed by "TeraLee"

I still have it so this is exactly what it says.

"Dear Diary, I have just found out I have a disease, I may not live long. Moma and Papa say they love 24/7 now. I never thought I would die at the age of 13 (my age as well) Oh dear Diary, theres so much I wanted to do in life. My only friend is David from next door and he is in his 20's. I wanted kids and wanted to get married to a man I actually loved, not the man Papa says I must marry. This year is 1930 and I will die soon. I wanted to have kids so bad. I never got to tell anyone, I wanted the name Jennifer (my name) to be of the next girl born into this family. This is my last diary entry, I say goodbye and hope this diary gos to soemone special. But for now. I am giving you, my diary, to David for him to keep until that day comes. Good Bye ~ Signed, TeraLee."

Thats what it said and what I then found it is that no one in that family had children which could have lead to me so TeraLee must be the girl I was in my past life.

Thanks for reading

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/M/myoldsoulknowsaboutme.shtml?e=0,1,2#0

By Anon

I starting have past life regression for a longtime now, when I was 3yr old. My father told me that I was saying some language that he don't know or understand. When we were visiting my relative for christmas, there was this old woman wearing very old clothes, that time everyone think she was actress or like to wear clothes. I heard my aunt say that she wear a clothes from mid 1700s she think.

My aunt is into fashion and the culture, the history. That old woman didn't talk to no one, but only looking at me with angry eye. No one know why she did that. Slowly when she get up from her chair, she walk over to me (3yr old) start to speak a language none of my families know or understand. The shocking was when the old woman speak to me and I reponse to her in that language. My aunt say to me when I reponse to her to see, her eye start to cry for some reason and then suddenly the light turn off, she was gone.

I have research many time and found no clue. One day I was so tire from running with my classmates. I went straight to bed without eating or drinking. While I was sleeping I heard someone calling by a name, in horrify voice. I heard name call Kenierodi Aura. Suddenly a man wearing a armor with a weapons that I have never seen in my life or from book, history, anicient too.

Running toward me, saying I need to leave now the kingdom in danger. I reponse to the man and going with him to the king. I remember see the ocean, seeing the sky have 2 sun, see birds flying over sky. This is strange, the clothes i was wearing were armor and sword that wrote my name on. I remember that their was woman puting the armor on me.

She was in mid 20 I think. She gave me a kiss on the lip, and she will wait for me to return. I went to war with ten thousand or million ready to saricfie their life. I can felt someone with a sharp arrow hit on the back. I can felt that pain has if it was real. When the fighting both side did not retreat, so both side agree let the capitains fights who win this war. So they pick their warrior very big with big muscle. Calling out to me to fight him. I don't remember how the fight go, remember to felt from arm, leg, chest was bleeding and the opponet was dead. We won from the war. The king was so happy that he make me marry his daughter, I refuse I told him that have someone that I love, but he say if I don't marry his daughter threathen the life of beloving.

I still refuse him, so he ask his man to bring my beloving to him and I witness that the king threat her life to make be marry the princess, In my beloving eye I can see her pain and tears. That over yet the king want the start right now, and making my beloving watching my getting marry to another. An also make her the slave of the princess to be my wife. But the king change his mind and make her drink from a poision wine, I see my beloving dying from my eye that something I cannot bear to see. I heard her use her last breath to call my Kenierodi! Kenierodi! Kenierodi!

I remember my friends and who fought with me in the war, stand up kill the king and make me the new king but I refuse to and all suddenly everyone bow down to me with their sword between their throats. I have to be the king of this island. I have this same dream many many time from wil I was 6-20 yrs old.

http://www.wirenot.net/X/Articles/2009/P-R/pastlifefromadifferentworld.shtml?e=0,1,2#0

From:
Story type: Out of Body Experience
Location: new york
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Jun 18 22:00:23 2009


this happend in new york 2005. i was at home just watching tv about crime. I felt tired at the time so I shut off the tv and went to bed. Suddenly i felt like a pull or push of of my body and I opened my eyes. I saw my body on my bed and i was on the ground but my feet was not touching the floor. So i decided to walk but as again my feet did not touch the ground so i was floating. I went out the door but went through it, when I went to my backyard i looked up in in the sky and while i was looking up i saw a void a white looking void in outerspace. So I decided to go the the void and when i went forth it just pulled me. When i was inside the void I saw foggy looking place and as I was walking foreward I saw a bright light and suddenly I was thrown out.

I was falling. while i was falling i turned my whole body around and I saw a black carven in the middle of the earth. Once i got there i heard sounds of groaning and gnashing of teeth. It smelled like burning or rotting flesh also the walls was orange. The heat was immense when i got deeper into this cavern I saw bodies of humans. they had skin but they were orange like coals. and I saw demons they looked half human half animal but they were black and they have feet that looks like claws. also they have this horrble grinning faces. And when I saw all this i was then going up and up, Then i went into my body and i heard a beautiful woman's voice say to me," My child repent of your sins you have viewed the poor souls lost forever into eternity." This experience forever changed my life.

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From:
Story type: Out of Body Experience
Location: new york
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Jun 18 22:00:23 2009


this happend in new york 2005. i was at home just watching tv about crime. I felt tired at the time so I shut off the tv and went to bed. Suddenly i felt like a pull or push of of my body and I opened my eyes. I saw my body on my bed and i was on the ground but my feet was not touching the floor. So i decided to walk but as again my feet did not touch the ground so i was floating. I went out the door but went through it, when I went to my backyard i looked up in in the sky and while i was looking up i saw a void a white looking void in outerspace. So I decided to go the the void and when i went forth it just pulled me. When i was inside the void I saw foggy looking place and as I was walking foreward I saw a bright light and suddenly I was thrown out.

I was falling. while i was falling i turned my whole body around and I saw a black carven in the middle of the earth. Once i got there i heard sounds of groaning and gnashing of teeth. It smelled like burning or rotting flesh also the walls was orange. The heat was immense when i got deeper into this cavern I saw bodies of humans. they had skin but they were orange like coals. and I saw demons they looked half human half animal but they were black and they have feet that looks like claws. also they have this horrble grinning faces. And when I saw all this i was then going up and up, Then i went into my body and i heard a beautiful woman's voice say to me," My child repent of your sins you have viewed the poor souls lost forever into eternity." This experience forever changed my life.

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From:
Story type: Out of Body Experience
Location: 1952 thru present
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Mon Jun 22 01:54:39 2009


An Out of Body Experience

When I was approximately 10 years old through my late teens, I would be drifting off to sleep--not quite awake; but not quite asleep; just very relaxed. I would "fly" to my friend's houses and look to see what they were doing at night. It was confirmed by my friends that I had seen exactly what they were doing at that particular time. Sometimes I would choose to "fly" high above the city and go to the river---and just watch the beautiful lights reflecting in the water. They were just so beautiful.

My brother can also fly. He remembers a time close to dusk when he was about 15 years old and he started to fly many miles across one of the Great Lakes here in the US. He got a little scared as he could not see land and my grandmother "flew" and caught his hand and safely flew with him home.

2007 Oct., approximately 7 p.m. My brother flew over my house as he was somewhat concerned about my well-being. He saw me sitting in a blue recliner watching t.v. and also described the dog that was sitting in my lap. Athough he had had never visited me in the place where I lived, he could describe in detail what my home looked like.

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In 1977 I was an Avon Representative. On one of my twice monthly deliveries to my customers, I had a most unusual encounter. I usually walked the 4-5 blocks from my residence to deliver my small orders and give out new books.

On my return home by foot I was walking along a two-lane road facing the oncoming traffic. I received a urgent message that said clearly, "Walk off the road 4 foot into the grass area (to my left side) the car coming up behind you is going to try to hit and kill you. You will fly into the air and become impailed on the chain link fence". I immediately began to argue with myself saying that why would anyone try to kill me? I don't have an enemy in the world.

I continued to walk in the small-stoned area along side of the macadam of the road. I heard the car approaching from behind speeding up faster. I heard the engine racing louder and louder. A strange calm affect came over me like I was in a spaced out state of mind (please note that I don't take drugs or drink alcohol). A buzzing sensation started at the hairline of my scalp on the right hand side of my forehead and continued around the side and down the back of my head. To my utter amazement I began to swagger and my left foot went into the grass and my right foot followed. Again, my left foot went to my left and my right foot followed. All the while I fully intended to continue walking in the small-stoned area along side of the macadam road. I had no choice.

That car came up behind me, crossed over into the oncoming lane of traffic and put its tires in the area I had just been walking. All I saw was the blurr of a dark brown car as it flew past me. I looked into the back window of the car and saw two men. The buzzing sensation stopped on my head and I immediately walked into the intended direction along side of the road. As I continued home I was amazed as to what had happened.

When I went to put my key in my front door, my hand began to shake violently. I stepped into the foyer and my knees started to buckle underneath me as I was coming to the realization that someone had just tried to kill me. I quickly sat down on my living room couch with tears springing into my eyes. I was in shock and could not believe what just occured.

Two weeks later I was reading in the newspaper that someone had hit and run an elderly woman who lived across the 4 lane highway from my home. Months earlier in the next town there had been two other incidents. This was the 3rd hit and run. I suddenly realized if I hadn't been walked off the road, I would have been this 3rd victim. IF I HADN'T BEEN WALKED OFF THE ROAD. Those words rung loud and clear in my mind.

If you study the human brain, you will find out that the right hand side of the brain controls the left hand side of the human body. It made sense that the buzzing sensation on my head was someone taking control of the left side of my body. Right there and then I realized that a higher power had intervened.

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From: Rachel S (rashul77@yahoo.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Cumberland, MD
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu May 7 19:01:09 2009

This story is actually one that happened to my mother when my older brother was a baby (before I was born.) The year was 1976 and my mom and dad lived in Cumberland, MD. My brother was a small baby. My dad taught art classes at the nearby college in Frostburg and my mother was a stay at home mom. They would often attend small parties with some of my father's colleagues that would last late into the night. My mom was not much of a party type, but she would sometimes come along and bring my brother with her to these get-togethers.

One of these nights, my Mom decided to leave and walk home. My father did not want to leave yet, so he stayed behind. My mother started out up the long street which was on a steep hill, pushing my brother in a stroller. It was late and the town was somewhat quiet with few cars passing by. A few minutes into the walk, she passed a man on the opposite side of the street. As she glanced over at him, she realized the man was exposing himself to her. Gripped with fear, she walked faster, scared for her infant son and herself. She was now too far from the party to turn back but still a while yet from the house.

With chills, she realized that the creeper had crossed the road and was following her. He began to shout things at her. She upped her walking speed but the man still followed.

Out of nowhere, two large black dogs appeared from between the rows of houses. They walked next to her, somewhat playfully nipping at each other. They never asked for her attention, just walked next to her, circling around her as she pushed my brother. From that point, and for at least the next 15 minutes, she walked with the dogs forming almost what seemed like a circle of protection around her and her baby. The creep persisted for a several minutes, and shouted a few times "Those your dogs, miss? Those your dogs?"..but eventually fell back and walked away. Even in his seemingly drunk state, he knew not to mess with someone that was flanked by two big black dogs!

As she turned the last corner to get home, the dogs walked off the other way, out of sight. They had appeared and stayed with her the entire time she needed them and then faded off when she got to the safety of her block. She has always thought of them as guardian angels for her and my baby brother and I believe they were!

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It was the late 1970's and I was about 17 years old and working in a summer camp. A friend and fellow counselor was driving us back home from the camp. We lived in Rockland County, NY a commuting suburb of NYC. As we got into our development, two things happened in quick succession. The brakes went out and the accelerator stuck. In those days, we didn't always wear seatbelts and neither of us was wearing one. It seemed ok at first as the car was only going about 10-15 mph. Andy the driver was simply steering and the car had a mind of it's own. We didn't think ahead nor did we do know to turn the ignition off. All was fine until we got within two blocks of our street.

Suddenly the car accelerated and the last time that I looked down at the speedometer, we were over 55mph and heading for 60 and the street was coming to a T. I screamed what I thought might be the last word that I would utter in this world- ANDY! As if he could do something to save us. He tried in vain to make the turn at the end of the street. The next thing that I knew, we found ourselves parked on a lawn directly at the crossroad.

We hit nothing, not a tree, not a house, nothing. We had gone from 55+ to stop without so much as a jolt. If we had hit something without the seatbelts, surely we would have gone right through the windshield. What happened to Inertia? What happened period? To this day, I have no idea. I guess it was just not our time yet!!