Anonymous wrote:My own NDE profoundly changed me.
Contrary to what the pp posted, my experience was nothing at all like it should have been had I been relating it to past experience.
The presence (and that's not a great word, but it's the only one I can come up with) I encountered was the opposite of what I should have seen. I was raised in a traditional, fundie Southern Baptist Church. I should have seen "God" as a male figure all in white judging my life. I should have seen golden gates. Thrones. Saints..... All that Biblical imagery of God. That's how I was raised. That's all I knew at the time.
I did not. The presence was definitely female in nature. This is the hard part - it wasn't gender. And if I had to assign a gender, I would probably say male, but it was a female essence. Maternal for sure. I felt like I was returning to what I had always known. I remember distinctly thinking "How could I not have known this." and "I've always known you." and mostly "How did I forget about this?". I absolutely know that I was home. I was back where I started. And I really didn't want to leave. I started thinking about my DH and my children. My parents and my sisters. I knew they would be so sad. But I felt such overwhelming love and security. Love like nothing I have ever even come close to feeling. Absolute, pure, light and completely unconditional love. Our word "love" doesn't even come close to what I felt. Imagine feeling completely safe. Completely loved. Completely secure. I didn't see loved ones that had past before me....I was them. There was no "me". There was only One.
I begged to stay. I tried to fight coming back. I remember hearing (not hearing like we hear, but knowing) that it wasn't my time. And I really wanted it to be my time.
The first thing the doctor asked me when I was fully conscious again was if I would be willing to write down what I had experienced. Apparently as I was being revived, I was talking. I guess I said some things that really caught their attention. One day I will write about it. I'm just not ready to share everything yet. It almost feels like if I share to much I'll lessen the experience.
This is not all there is. I can tell you that as easily as I can tell you the sun will set tonight.
My mom died (completely flatlined) and had a similar experience. She came back to life several minutes later. My dad witnessed it and she was dead by all accounts of the doctors.
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