Life after near-death, anyway.
Not sure, but after a bad accident 40 years ago where I should have died, I saw myself laying at the bottom of the canyon unconscience and then again while being toted up a mountain in a basket, I was Watching It!
What about near life experiences?.....I think Pelosi’s having one.........
But none who have had actual death experiences have come back to tell about them.
This one was a death experience that ended badly...
“Ugh. I was a hospice nurse for many years. Super gratifying job for a nurse, surprisingly. As a ‘regular’ nurse, you are rarely offered thanks. Hospice nursing is an island unto itself. Mostly peaceful, lots of times sad, often a blessing.
This is sad, but also creepy, and I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it. Had a 20-year-old kid, gang member, who was dying of primary liver cancer. Super unusual, aggressive, and terminal. He was angry at the universe. His family was there to comfort him, but he literally spit in their faces. Every ounce of energy he had left was angry and mean and ugly. His mom would beg him to lighten up and accept Jesus into his heart. He would swing at her and tell her to eff herself. The family remained bedside, in hopes he would chill out at the end.
His last day, hours, moments, he was angry. The family called me into the room, and told me they thought he was going (he wasn’t responding, Cheyne-Stokes breaths, eyes glossy and skin cold–the end was imminent.) His lovely mother, in her dearest attempt, whispered to him to go towards the light, to her Jesus. With his dying breath he opened his eyes, looked at her and said ‘Eff your Jesus!!!’ A second or two later, he slowly turned his head to the to the left, and got the most horrific look on his face as if he was looking at something we couldn’t see, and horrified, like in a bad movie, his face contorted, and he screamed with his last breath, eyes wide, ‘Oh shit, oh shit, OH NOOOOOOO!!!!,’ then made a guttural noise and promptly fell back into the bed and died. Every family member was shaking and too frightened to speak, and I left the room and took two days off. I don’t care if I never find out what he saw.”
ELIZABETH KUBLER ROSS and RON MOODY separately did research last century and came to the same conclusions.
In the case of Moody, he investigated hundreds of cases of near death experiences and documented them in his book, LIFE AFTER LIFE.
“However, if this life truly is the end, we might as well eat, drink, party and enjoy this life as much as possible because it is all we’ve got.”
Why can’t we do that either way?
The best study was published in the medical journal Lancet in 2001 by Pim Van Lommel, a cardiologist who interviewed patients who were resuscitated after cardiac arrest.
I’ve met him several times and we spoke at length. His study was very objective.
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His belief system did a total 180 after his NDE.
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This sounds a little like people who think their weird dreams are proof of reincarnation and “past lives.”
I have had six visitations from people who are now in the afterlife.
Well, people vote after death, don’t they?
Fortunately, I have never had a NDE myself. When my previous cat suffered from bone marrow cancer, her body’s cells were starving for sufficient oxygen, as she wasn’t making any new red blood cells, which carry the oxygen. I picked her up when I got home from teaching, and tried to give her the soft prescription food my vet had given me to feed her. She didn’t want the food, spat it out as she struggled in my arms, and then suddenly, just like a light switch, she was gone. I was horrified that I had killed my cat. I laid her very tenderly on my bed within seconds and stroked her gently with all the love I could muster. I would like to think that she heard me tell her I loved her, and what a good girl she was. The slight struggle about the food, my vet explained later, increased her oxygen needs beyond what could be delivered by her scarcity of red cells. I don’t think she suffered at all, but I have been plagued ever since whether her last thought of me was the brief struggle over getting the food into her or being loved on while laid on the bed.
I was dead before I was conceived, so that’s proof that there is life after death.
I could have told him that early on in his investigation. Not from experience but from faith.
My folks drove down to visit me in Texas, almost 600 miles from their home. On their drive back to N.E. Oklahoma daddy took a turn for the worse and ended up in a hospital in Dallas, where he passed away. After he died he paid me a visit at my house. He was pure white blinding light that I couldn’t block out of my eyes with my hands, eyelids, etc. It was so bright it actually hurt. I don’t know who was with him, but there were several beings with him. They didn’t speak. I assumed it was Daddy’s folks, brother, angels, Jesus... they didn’t tell me. They all left through the S.E. corner of my room.
A couple of days later we were at my folks’ house. No one wanted to sleep in his room. I don’t know why! So my husband and I took Daddy’s room. In the middle of the night I heard his voice in my right ear, “Your daddy’s going on now.” Very calm and matter of fact voice. I sat up in bed and said “WHAT!?!??!!!” His voice, once again in my right ear, said “Your daddy’s going on now.” He left again through the S.E. corner of the room. I didn’t see him this time. He seemed to be alone.
We were grown up daughters but we all still called him Daddy. In fact, the floral spray we bought for his casket, which was still in the living room, said on it, “Husband, Grandpa, Daddy”
My sister heard his voice in the hospital in Dallas. She was the one having to tell the nurses not to revive him again. It was obvious that it wasn’t working. She was sitting there, looking at him through the open doorway to his room, feeling guilty, feeling really bad. She heard his voice speaking to her from behind her head, “It’s alright, It’s alright.” My mother and other sister didn’t see or hear him.
He seemed to have his own reasons for communicating with us. I kept trying to talk to him, telling him to tell me the Lottery winning numbers and I would give a million of it to mom. He didn’t do that. Darn.
But I know Heaven is real. Any time I have doubts I remember Daddy talked to me after he died.
Every time a friend loses a parent I ask them, “has she/he contacted you since they died?” So far, the answer has always been yes. Since 1990s.
https://nderf.org/ Is an organization that’s been studying this a long time. The site has a bunch of resources.