Very interesting comment. I would love to hear more about your near-death experience.
It’s hopeful that you could look at your own death with a certain detachment and acceptance. Was this a kind a mystical experience — a sudden flash of insight — or a more gradual thing?
I’d be interested in collaborating with you privately on this. There might be a good FR vanity here.
The thought that you got philosophical anvision of
Feel free to mail me.
I should have been in terribly brutal pain as I fell down a flight of cement stairs in Manhattan.
When I came to I was in ICU with God knows what attached to me.
But the feeling wasn’t a drugged feeling at all.
It was a feeling like “Listen Mark Aniello (middle name), sometimes things happen that take us from this world early but there’s nothing to fear. Death is just one part of God’s plan. It’s as natural as birth.
I felt so warm and secure and was ready to go into that good night.
I felt that way several times over the first year even when i got home.
Brain injuries are nasty, tricky things.
Just because you made it home doesn’t mean it can’t drop you one day.
I would get so sick and really feel close to death, heart would stop and start, at one point i was getting several thousand palpitations a day, even with meds.
Believe it or not, doctors will send you home with that if they can find nothing else wrong.
The brain injury was affecting the hearts rhythm. That has largely gone away. It’s been 10 years so some things have gone and some things have stayed.
My neck and shoulders and the outsides of my arms and legs alternately burn, tingle, give you that feeling when you get a shiver up your back.
I try to ignore it. And hope maybe one day they can fix it.
But those other few times, I was thinking, my heart is stopping way too much, but im not gonna call the emergency room.
I may die tonight and that’s ok. Cause there’s nothing to be scared of.
It’s just something I knew.
That does’t mean if a bus was heading towards me i wouldn’t scream and jump the hell out of the way!! :)
But that’s instinct and fear of getting mangled! :)
I’m not afraid to die at all.