I’ve met ~25 people who have had Lazarus Syndromes
Two things are common between them
They are much more at peace with themselves and
They are NEVER afraid of dying again
In 1970 my mother died for 20 minutes.
Her experience is just as real for her today as it was on the day that it happened.
No longer was she running on faith. Now she *knows*.
She does not fear death or grieve the dead. (She misses them, but doesn’t grieve them. She know they’re alright.)
Thank you for that post. My dad died recently and he was very afraid. He refused to face it. I’ve been so sad about it and so upset that he approached it with fear. I hope, in those last moments, he felt the wonder and peace you describe and that this writer felt.
My uncle was that way. Suffered a stroke that left him crippled and unable to speak clearly for the final 11 years of his life. But he had an extraordinary experience when they thought he was dead, and it left him completely unafraid of death. He spent the last 11 years of his life wishing the day of his death would hasten so he could back to wherever it was he went.
May I ask why you know so many?
I’ve only met a total of two. Both were strangers that I met a few times, and then never again.
They both seemed full of peace, almost grace. Angelic in a way.
“I’ve met ~25 people who have had Lazarus Syndromes”
So many? Do you work in the medical field?
I’ve only known one, so far as I am aware.
He was an elderly Japanese gentleman, and our conversation was in Japanese. I hope I didn’t miss anything vital because of the language barrier.
Count me among those. Never knew or could have imagined such peace. Then I survived. But have never since feared death.