Here is my life's most important experience, first the events leading up
to it, my parents report of occurences while I was away, my NDE, and
finally how I feel about it.
Scene : 24/02/82, Newcastle Australia, 6;00 pm, Leaving my optical
instrument repair firm to go home to Raymond Terrace, Raining after 3
months Dry, I was driving along the Industrial Highway and slowing to
stop at lights where exit road from BHP crosses highway, memory ends.
Reported by Miles (my ex-partner): As we approached the lights they
changed to green, as we went into the crossing the car aquaplaned, speed
43 kph, we hit the large industrial power pole just after the
intersection, Stewart, who was laying on the mattress in the back of the
panel van, was thrown forward into the back of Rene's head, driving her
into the steering wheel.
Medical Info: Stewart's spine was broken L4, I suffered Fractures
Basal area, Frontal Lobe, Right eye socket, Right Zygoma, all depressed,
6 holes in dura, also spokes of steering wheel and indicator entered
throat up into roof of mouth, right upper and lower thorax. Miles
suffered a small seat belt bruise.
My Mother Reported that: In the afternoon of 25/02/82 they were in
the office of Professor anonymous (Professor of Neurosurgery)
where the prof. was reporting my death and that they should be grateful,
as I would have been a vegetable had I survived, during this
conversation a young frightened Nurse came rushing into the office,
blurting out "She is alive, she sat up and spoke!," the prof. chastised
her for interrupting them 3 times before taking her outside and
lecturing her about "dead bodies" moving and making noises, the Nurse
was emphatic, She sat up and said: "Don't give me any more Drugs!," at
this point my mother took the prof. by one elbow, my father by his and
marched them down the corridor to see, they found me in a back corridor
where I had apparently been placed so the nurse could remove equipment
prior to my transfer to the Morgue, I was in deep coma and breathing, I
remained in coma for a further 10 days.
My NDE:
I don't know when in the above events my experience took
place. I have no memory of the process of dying or leaving my body. I
was moving head first through a dark malstorm of what looked like black
boiling clouds, feeling that I was being beckoned to the sides which
frightened me, ahead was a tiny dot of bright light which steadily grew
and brightened as I drew nearer, I became aware that I must be dead and
was concerned for Mum & Dad and my Sister, and somewhat upset with
myself as I thought "they will soon get over it" like it was in passing
just a fleeting thought as I rushed greedily forward towards this light.
I arrived in an explosion of glorious light into a room with
insubstantial walls, standing before a man about in his 30's about 6
foot tall, reddish brown shoulder length hair and an incredibly neat,
short beard & mo., He wore a simple white robe, light seemed to eminate
from Him and I felt He had great age and wisdom. He welcomed me with
great Love, tranquillity, Peace (undescribable), no words, I felt "I can
sit at your feet forever and be content," which struck me as a strange
thing to think/say/feel, I became fascinated by the fabric of His robe,
trying to figure out how light could be woven!
He stood beside me and directed me to look to my left, where I was
replaying my life's less complementary moments, I relived those moments
and felt not only what I had done but also the hurt I had caused, some
of the things I would have never imagined could have caused pain, I was
surprised that some things I may have worried about, like shoplifting a
chocolate as a child, were not there whilst casual remarks which caused
hurt unknown to me at the time were counted, when I became burdened with
guilt I was directed to other events which gave joy to others, although
I felt unworthy it seemed the balance was in my favour, I received great
Love.
I was led further into the room, which became a hall and there coming
towards me was my Grandfather, he looked younger than I remembered and
was without his Hare lip or cleft pallet, but undoubtedly my
grandfather, we hugged, he spoke to me and welcomed me, I was moved to
forgive him for dying when I was 14 and making me break my promise, to
become a Doctor and find a cure for his heart condition, until that
moment I had not realized I had been angry at him!
Granddad told me that Grandma was coming soon and he was looking
forward to her arrival, I enquired why she was coming soon as she had
been travelling from her home in Manchester, to NZ, To Miami for
continual summer for a number of years! Granddad told me she had Cancer
of the Bowel and was coming soon, Granddad seemed to have no grasp of
time when I pressed for how soon. (Grandma was diagnosed 3 months later
and died in August, I had upset my mother by telling her about it when I
regained consciousness.), after Granddad and I had talked a while he
took me further into the room which became a hall again, we approached a
group of people whom I started to recognize.
The Person who first welcomed me came and placed his hand on my
shoulder and turned me towards Him, He said "You must return, you have a
task to perform.," I wanted to argue, I wanted to stay, I glanced back
at Granddad and was propelled quickly towards the entrance, at the
threshold all became blackness, nothing, no awareness.
After: I awoke from my coma slowly, over several days, half dreamed
memories of familiar voices and glimpses of faces. The clearest moments
were several occasions where I would awake from deep sleep to find a
nurse with a syringe and I refused any Drugs, I have no idea why!
I had three lots of surgery to repair my face, skull, eye socket.
Left hospital with Pain, double vision, anosmia, and damage to 8th
cranial nerve left me with nausea and disturbed balance. I was for two
years angry at G-d, for sending me back in such torment, with a task to
do with no clues or instructions, only one thing a clear message I have
no idea how to pass on, which is "It is time to live according to your
Beliefs, whatever they may be, to put your House in order, For the End
Times are upon us!" This can't be my task, there was no booming voice,
or any way I know the message got there. I am also unsure of the
identity of the gatekeeper, no nametag, no introduction!
It took me 5 years as a zombie, before I was able to rehabilitate
myself, I have gainful employment, formed the Head Injury Society NZ. in
1987, and am paraded as the example of how well it is possible to
recover from Acquired Brain Damage.
I still don't know my task, still have pain, anosmia, diplopia, etc.
Thats about it except to say that the memory of the NDE is more real
than what I did yesterday.
Shalom....Peace & Love -=<< R. T.>>=
In
a hospital in Switzerland in 1944, the world-renowned psychiatrist
Carl G. Jung, had a heart
attack and then a near-death experience. His vivid encounter with
the light, plus the intensely meaningful insights led Jung to
conclude that his experience came from something real and eternal.
Jung's experience is unique in that he saw the Earth from a vantage
point of about a thousand miles above it. His incredibly accurate
view of the Earth from outer space was described about two decades
before astronauts in space first described it. Subsequently, as he
reflected on life after death, Jung recalled the meditating Hindu
from his near-death experience and read it as a parable of the
archetypal Higher Self, the God-image within. Carl Jung, who founded
analytical psychology,
centered on the archetypes of the collective unconscious. The
following is an excerpt from his autobiography entitled
Memories, Dreams, Reflections describing his near-death
experience.
Later
I discovered how high in space one would have to be to have so
extensive a view - approximately a thousand miles! The sight
of the Earth from this height was the most glorious thing I had ever
seen.
