Anyone here ever had a NDE (near death experience)? by Siri

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Anyone here ever had a NDE (near death experience)?

POSTED BY: SIRI
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Sunday, December 3, 2006 9:56 AM

When I was 4 years old, I got choked on a carrot and passed out. I remember it happening and my parents taking me to the doctor's office (it was very close to our house). I can also remember that floating out of the body feeling - and I could see myself lying on an examing table, the doctor working on me, and my parents standing next to him. I could vaguely hear voices and I had the experience of being in a dark tunnel moving farther and farther away. I don't recall any bright lights or seeing anyone else. I do remember feeling very peaceful and relaxed, wondering why my parents were so upset. Then in a flash - I was back in my body and it was over.

Now, I fully accept that I could have imagined the whole thing. It could have been brain chemistry - neurons firing off and the like. I was only 4 but it's been there all these years. I heard about a scientist who's trying to do more research on NDEs. I've heard other people tell of them altho it seems difficult if not impossible to prove. Also, not sure what it really proves but I find it interesting. Anyone else got a good story on NDE to share?

"We really are very much alone out here."

Siri

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Sunday, December 3, 2006 11:15 AM

BABYWITHTHEPOWER

Well, a few years back, I was in my car driving to school and entered an intersection about 3 miles from my house. The light was green, but as I entered the intersection I remember looking to my left and seeing another car barreling towards me. It was surreal, I remember cursing under my breath but in the moment before impact it was like I was watching the accident happen from the sidewalk. I don't remember the impact at all. I wasn't wearing my seatbelt, which saved my life. Had I been the impact wouldn't have thrown me into the passenger seat and I'd have been crushed. Luckily, where I was hit the engine block took some of the force out of the impact. Had I been a half an inch further into the intersection, it wouldn't have mattered, I'd have been dead regardless. As it was, I walked away from that accident without injury, the paramedic thought I was lying to him when I said that I was the driver. I got lucky, and it wasn't the first time I had. Someone's looking out for me.

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Monday, December 4, 2006 2:31 PM

JAYNEWANNABE

14 years ago I got run over by a Land Rover SUV and had a NDE. It caught me on the back of my knees and crushed me between it and another car before dragging me 200 metres down the road before finally stopping.

An ambulance was called and on my way to hospital with full siren etc I 'died'. I saw myself from above the ambulance (about 10m or so through the roof) looking at the nurse leaning over me, next second I went through the tunnel of clouds to the bright light. Once there I entered a massive field with loads of people on it, the person nearest me turned round. It was my Grandpa who had died years earlier and he said 'Go back son, its not your time yet'. Next thing I know was a pain in my chest and I was back in the ambulance.

Funny thing was I remembered the nurse having a butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck (seen when I was 'above' the ambulance). I told the nurse about the experience and she freaked when I mentioned the tattoo because there was no way I could have known about it otherwise!

To finish it off, the doctors said I would not be able to walk due to the crush injury but I still walked out that hospital - so someone was definately looking out for me that day!

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Monday, December 4, 2006 6:02 PM

NAVYSEILS

My foot slipped off the brake as I was coming to a junction today, a big van had to swerve to avoid me when I poked out just that little bit too much. Apart from that I'm pretty free of NDEs.

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Monday, December 4, 2006 6:12 PM

YINYANG

You were busy trying to get yourself lit on fire. It happens.

I have a story (that is not mine - fortunately, I have not experienced an NDE) that is good to share (my apologies to Whimsicalnbrainpan in advance). It's shocking, and inspirational, to say the least.

http://whimsicalnbrainpan.blogspot.com/2006/08/fire-part-1-night-of-fi
re.html

That's just the first part. There are five or six more long (well-written) blogs once you're done.

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Tuesday, December 5, 2006 9:07 PM

6IXSTRINGJACK

I've had several, and I don't know why somebody is looking out for me. I feel like I'm supposed to do something, but I have no sense of purpose or drive and cannot fathom why I've been spared so many times.

BRUSH WITH DEATH #1: The first time was when I was a small child I was laying on my back in the hallway with a penny in my mouth (stupid kid crap, I know) and it fell in my throat and was choking me. Nobody was around, but luckily my mom heard my wheezing from the kitchen and as soon as she saw me writhing on the floor trying to fight for air she turned me around and just started pounding on my back so hard that it hurt and eventually it disloged the penny. Not exactly how I've heard the himlech is performed.... a little rough but it worked. I don't remember ever being that scared in my life.

BRUSH WITH DEATH #2: The second time was when I had severe alcahol poisoning when I was 16 years old. It was over a .3% level and they had to do all sorts of alcahol purges and rehydration stuff to get my parts working again. I don't remember a thing from when the drinking began to when I woke up to the beeping machines in the hospital and my first words were "Oh shit!" because I knew the world of trouble I had gotten myself into. I was told by my mom and step dad that I did tell the doctors "You're not getting one FU

ING drop of my piss!" and when I was picked up by the ambulance I was taking swings at cops and the nurses.

Funny thing is, I'm really a happy drunk. Not that night apparently. My prize for my lack of cooperation with the doctors who were trying to save my life was my first of two cathaders I've had in my life. The second thing I said upon waking up was "What the hell is in my di

", to which the doctor replied "Oh that.... that's your cathader. You wouldn't give us a urine sample so we had to take it." I could tell he got some enjoyment out of telling me that and out of ripping out out in one smoothe motion to which I started screaming like a banshee. That's when my mom came in crying just happy that I was still alive. When I saw that she was crying and just happy that I wasn't dead I thought "Well... this shouldn't be as bad as I had originally thought it would be." I was subsequesntly grounded indefinately which lasted nearly my entire senior year of high school. Fun times....

BRUSH WITH DEATH #3: The third time was my freshman year of college (I went to waste of time and money nowhere bullshit community college). I was with my girlfriend trying to get home from Wisconsin to Chicago during the middle of a 3 day blizzard. Stupid, I realize, but we HAD to get back and we already put it off one day. I was on the ramp and merging into the expressway at about 10 miles an hour when my car started to fishtail to the other end of the lanes.... upon trying to straighten out the car it fishtailed to the other end of the lanes. I was probably going about 5 miles an hour at this point... floundering about aimlessly. Finally, upon trying to straighten it out again my car did a 180 and I ended up on the shoulder of the road facing the traffic I was trying to join, which was now zooming by me at about 40 MPH I would venture to guess. That's when I heard the loudest noise I've ever heard in my life and in my rear-view mirror and I saw a semi-truck hit the median wall and flip over it. After spinning around, it landed on it's side and the trailer cracked in half over the median, blocking a lane and a half of traffic on both sides of the road. 2 other cars then ran into the truck. Pure fracking James Bond moment. I was in awe of what I had just witnessed and I didn't believe that I was still really alive and watching it. I hadn't even had time to check that my girlfriend was ok... I was completely mesmerized by what happened all around me. It was as if I had caused this whole thing and somehow I was outside of it... watching it as if it were on TV. Miraculously, everyone left the scene unscathed and my car didn't even have a scratch on it, I really was on the outside looking in. Nobody even tried to sue me for anything other than the damages. I wasn't driving recklessly in the least, especially since my girlfriend was in the car with me in the middle of the blizzard, but they had to give fault to somebody so I got a ticket and my insurance paid for it all. The scariest part about the whole thing was knowing that I would have to deal with my mother about it when I got home. I was grounded indefinately... again. I don't remember how long that one lasted. I didn't stick around the old homestead much longer than that, though I'm pretty sure the grounding was lifted by the time I left the house.

BRUSH WITH DEATH #4: The last time was two years later in what would have been my Junior year of college if I actually cared enough about further education to show up to any classes. I was going to a party in a upper middle class white suburb at my friend's girlfriend's house with 3 of my friends. As soon as I get to the door she's pleading with me to help her because there is some guys in the house they don't want there and they're causing trouble. Looking back on it I should have left the party and let her call the cops if she wanted to get them out.

This obviously wasn't an appealing option to the hostess though I realize as nobody was 21 yet. So... stupid chivalrous me goes inside to help. She whispers to me that he's the big black guy with the white guy with his hat backwards. Trust me... I wouldn't have needed her to tell me that here. I've been to a lot of mixed parties and a lot of thug parties before in my youth and this definately wasn't one of them. It was almost silent in the place. All the lilly white boys that probably thought they were so tough at their school didn't say a freaking word to these goons. I couldn't even fathom what the guys in question were doing in this house at all. Let me tell you, this frackin' guy was HUGE!!!

I found out later that the hostess, as well as a lot of my friends did a lot of coke, although they never told me because they knew what I thought about it. They've even done it in the bathroom at my apartment when I had parties all the time because I would always get too blitzed to even regulate it. That's what friends are for..... I guess this guy was pretty much known to everyone but me, and I'm assuming the people I showed up with (I suspect one of them to have at least known who he was). And had I known who he was, I would have been scared.... like lookin into the face of the devil scared.

So like in any movie where the good guy always wins, I come in with my cavalry and just start with talking politely and asking him to leave, I kinda like to think that I handled the entire situation like Mal would have tried, except I didn't have a gun when things got rocky and Joss wasn't writing this particular story. My dialogue consisted of things similar to "Listen man.. she's talking about calling the cops here and nobody wants that. You don't want it... I don't want it... Nobody wants it... They'll take all the beer and the party is over and you'll probably end up getting cuffed."

He wasn't having it. He asked who I was and I said my name was Mark and I went to shake his hand. He wasn't having that either and he said "Oh... YOU'RE Mark!" Now I'm starting to freak.... I don't know this guy, and he could break me in half and didn't seem to like me right off the bat for some reasons unknown to me. Then the girl that lived there said "No... this isn't the Mark you're looking for." Then I start asking her what this is all about. I have a friend called Mark that was coming later too and I was wondering if he was looking for him. I later found out it was my buddy Mark who he was looking for because he had called this guy and punked him out for stealing another friend of mine's $400.00 gold chain. I really don't know how anybody had this guy's number.

It was during this line of dialogue she decided to put the nail in my coffin and said "Get the FU

out of my house you fu

ingnigger!" My heart rose up into my throat and I think I shit my pants right there. Another oppurtunity for me to exit stage right that I neglected to take advantage of. She was freaking asking for it. Buuuuuut... my dumbass had seen too many movies where the "good guy" wins and I proceded to say to him with as much authority as I could muster, "I'm not going to let you disrespect a woman like that in her own home. It's time for you and your friend to leave". Nice move Mark... stupid ass-hat.

This is when his buddy picks up a pair of scissors in the background and starts spinning them around and Gigantor stares me down and says "I'm goin' back to jail tonight". I think I just may have peed my pants a little at those words but managed to speak on. "Man, I ain't lookin to fight you. You and I both know that you could crush me in a fair fight. Why don't you and your friend leave before the cops get involved." That's when he picked up a kitchen knife and my only real backup (I'll call him B because I don't want to give away too many names in this story) comes into the kitchen and says "Woah fellas, put down the knives".... immediately taking a punch to his face and he ended up spending the night in the hospital too with a broken nose.

So... That's when I finally decided to puss out. I had nothing on these guys and my buddies knew it. My other buddy "K" said "let's get the FU:censored outta here" and I offered little opposition to that thought at that point. I whispered to her that we'd get the cops over there and for her to try to get people out and get rid of the alcahol.

The other kid followed us to the door after we left and said "Don't any of you pussies ever show your face here again".... and this is when I learned not to use the 'N' word. (Now remember what happened and imagine how annihilated my ego was at this point as I ran away with my tail between my legs) My childish response was no more than 3 words: "Fuck you Niggers"....... That's when I got rushed. I never made it to my car. I was punched in the back of the head on the way there and got the absolute worst beat down of my life. I tried to get up and throw punches at first but I don't think any of them ever connected. Eventually I curled up into a ball and tried to protect my head as well as I could. I really thought that I was finally going to die. I remember seeing my friends with worried looks on their faces but doing nothing to help. I thought I felt more than two sets of fists and feet pummeling me and it turns out that there were actually 4 guys beating me to within an inch of my life. Ain't no way one of my friends was going to help out with Gigantor in the middle. Turns out he also brought the knife to the party.

Finally I heard somebody yelling and pleading for them to stop and eventually the beating slowed and then died down completely. I just lay there... bloody and bruised, for who knows how long. It is pretty funny though. I always imagined I'd be crying if I ever got taken down like that, but I never shed a single tear. Just as soon as the beating began, the adrenaline and shock kick in and it's just kind of... blissful. No feeling at all except for numbness. I was aware of what was happening, but only in my mind. None of my senses registered a single bit of it all. It wasn't until when they were pretty much finished landing blows that I even remember hearing or seeing anything again, let alone the intense pain I felt for a long time afterwards. It's like my mind went someplace far away from my body to escape the brutalization... possibly in preparation for my own death. I'd like to think that when my time does come up that I go as peacefully as I would have that night.

When it was all over my friends got me up and I never even saw the girl before I left. I don't know what she was doing at that point. I got in my car and actually drove myself (My friends and I weren't very well known for our judgement skills, I'm sure, by outsiders). I was going to go back to my apartment and my friends would go home from there. "K" drove with me to make sure that I could handle it. I was ready to call it a shitty night and just pass out for a week.

Somewhere along the line I felt a shooting pain in my lower back as if I was punced or kicked hard in the kidney. Reflexivly I reached back to rub my back and my had was all wet. That's when I started to freak out and I said "K... am I bleeding man?!!!" He checked it out and the dude had tears in his eyes. He pulled off his shirt and held it tightly to my back. I had to go to a hospital quick. I had been bleeding all over my car seat.

It turns out I was stabbed deeply in the back by that knife and the doctors said that he must have been a surgeon. Not a single organ was punctured. We found that out after tests involving incisions in my stomach, a cathader up my nose to my stomach and my second urinary tract cathader that I've ever had (hopefully my last!). The only difference this time is I wasn't drunk, and the good doctors let me know about 2 to 3 hours in advance what they were planning on doing and they wouldn't tell me when they were doing it. I wasn't really sure that I wanted to know that They also said that they couldn't give me any anesthisa as it would muddle the results. So I silently waited nearly 3 hours for the procedures to begin.

I remember looking at myself in the reflection of the metal on the bed... beaten, bruised and tubes sticking in me everywhere.... even my most intimate parts, no anesthesia, naked in front of all of those doctors while they did the procedure. On top of everything that had already happened to me that night, I was convinced that I now knew what it must feel like to have been raped.

The purpose of the cahtaders was to empty me as much as possible of fluids so they wouldn't accidentally puncture my stomach or bladder in the testing process... they then put a tube in my belly raised the IV bag up high until it emptied, and as medieval as it sounds, they then simply threw it on the floor and let my belly fill it back up... that's it! After all that prep, that was all the procedure entailed. The purpose, I later found out was to make sure that nothing red popped out and then it would be obvious that I wasn't bleeding internally. So simple when you think about it, but I never would have thought about the inside of my body like that before that night.

There were about 8 doctors, or nurses or interns or whatever in the room with me throughout the procedure. I must have looked so pathetic. When they were done, I stumbled slowly to the bathroom and looked up at all of them before leaving the room. I just said "Why didn't you guys just get in a big circle and beat the shit out of me again?"... I think they were still laughing about that when I had started my first post-cathader pee which felt like razor blades.... I'd like to think that they weren't laughing anymore after they heard me screaming.

And here I am.... If anybody can tell me why I'm still alive to type this, I would really like to know. My mother's 21st birthday card to me read something along the lines of "Happy Birthday. I never thought you'd make it to 21". I remember that card got me pretty angry then, but now that I'm 27 I think it's pretty funny. I really never thought I'd make it to 27 myself. Truth be told, I'm a little slower to tempt death these days though.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2006 4:09 AM

PIRATECAT

Sweet Baby Jane anyone everheard of thread hog. Your not a Steeler fan are you?

"Battle of Serenity, Mal. Besides Zoe here, how many-" "I'm talkin at you! How many men in your platoon came out of their alive".

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Wednesday, December 6, 2006 5:22 AM

PIRATENEWS

John Lee, conspiracy therapist at Hollywood award-winner History Channel-mocked SNL-spoofed PirateNew.org wooHOO!!!!!!

Roger that. Went to the dentist to have 4 teeth pulled at once (not wisdom teeth), by referral from orthodontist. So a very profitable surgery, and profitable referral.

They decided to use nitrous oxide gas. Perhaps I was the first victim they ever used it on?

The assistant "forgot" to turn on the OXYGEN. Nitrous oxide is just like carbon monoxide, which is a deadly poison that binds to hemoglobin, replacing the O2.

So during the surgery, I rose out of my body to the ceiling, looking down on my lifeless body. Laffing my head off... as a ghost.

Finally the dentist realized I was DEAD, and rescucitated me with oxygen, and perhaps CPR.

I've been knocked unconscious playing football, I've been in major car crashes, near drowning, but never had an out of body experience.

Medical doctors MURDER over 2.5-MILLION US citizens every year in Death Camps. That's genocide of 75-MILLION US citizens in the past 30 years... So I don't tempt death by trusting doctors anymore. Nor dentists.

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—Gary Null, PhD; Carolyn Dean MD, ND; Martin Feldman, MD; Debora Rasio, MD; Dorothy Smith, PhD, Life Extension Magazine, "Death by Medicine", March 2004 (plus 1.5-Million annual aborticides in USA)
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Sunday, December 10, 2006 3:15 PM

6IXSTRINGJACK

Nope... not a Steelers fan. I think football is for stupid people.

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Sunday, December 10, 2006 5:26 PM

RUE

I have a vote and I'm not afraid to use it!

I've had odd experiences and visions not related to being near death. OTOH when I've been very ill and going into shock, I tend to go off and fall asleep on purpose - either I'll wake up or I won't. No NDE's for me.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 6:19 AM

CHRISMOORHEAD

6String, I'm right there with ya on the football thing, but those stories don't do much to separate you from the normal shitheaded macho guy that watches that crap. Eh, not so much the first couple, but deffinately the "We were at a party, then..." story. If you've moved away from that stupidity, then all the better for you. I did a great deal of dumb things when I was younger, but I'm proud to say that I stayed away from parties, alcohol, drugs and women. If that's akin to being an admitted loser, well, I've never denied it before.

Only one thing comes real close with a brush with death for me, and that was getting shot twice on one occasion. I have a scar that shows one of them being about 2 inches away from my heart. But no organs were punctured, so that wasn't even very lethal.

I've also been stabbed a couple of times, one of them would have easily punctured a lung if it had been with something other than a box cutter. Also had parachutes fail and drowning experiences, but I was never in any real danger because of reserve-chutes and nearby, vigilant instructors.

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Place my body on a ship and burn it on the sea,
Let my spirit rise, Valkyries carry me.
Take me to Valhalla where my brothers wait for me.
Fires burn into the sky, my spirit will never die.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 6:41 AM

CHRISISALL

On a new year's eve way back, I drunkenly cut my wrist punching a plate glass window (long stupid story), and didn't even know I was bleeding...I walked to get a train in NJ to go home. After walking for a half hour, a Guardian Angel (remember them?) came up to me on the street and asked if I was okay. It was only then I found out that my leg where my hand was near was covered in blood. He walked me to a hospital where I went to sleep waiting for a gurney. I have some memory of doctors laughing as they goofed on me for being a dumbass kid on NYE as they did surgury on my wrist, basically re-attaching blood vessles and nerves.
Next day I found out I was an undead-dude, a vampire or some such, because I had lost over half the blood in my body that night, and was still walking, which humans cannot do.

I am still un dead to this day Chrisisall

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 9:47 AM

SIRI

Quote:
... I am still un dead to this day Chrisisall...

Well, that's one heck of an experience.

"Don't make faces."

Siri

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 10:40 AM

CHRISISALL

Quote:
Originally posted by Siri:
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... I am still un dead to this day Chrisisall...

Well, that's one heck of an experience.

And while I was out they put a chip in so I wouldn't bite anyone, heh heh.

(kidding)Chrisisall, but this soul stings a bit...

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 11:44 AM

CHRISISALL

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Originally posted by jaynewannabe:

Funny thing was I remembered the nurse having a butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck (seen when I was 'above' the ambulance). I told the nurse about the experience and she freaked when I mentioned the tattoo because there was no way I could have known about it otherwise!

Cool, very Twilight Zone!

Bloody Chrisisall

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 5:27 PM

6IXSTRINGJACK

Heh.... yeah, you're right. Thanks for showing me some humility. Sometimes I talk like I'm the smartest person in the world. I didn't really mean football is for stupid people. To say what I really meant I would have to write a novel or 10, but suffice it to say I think there are so many important issues that none of us choose to concern ourselves with while we instead choose to go to the circus. I do it too.... I just choose venues other than Football to waste my time.

I learned a few lessons when I was younger. I was only 18 or 19 when all that happened. I'm 27 now and I've become a bit more hermitized since then. I've spent years being introspective and I've come to realize that I really don't like a whole lot about myself at all. I have my good points though... and my good moments. I'm not sure that it's a good thing that I don't go out much anymore in my free time, but I don't think I'll be getting stabbed again any time soon.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 9:55 PM

FUTUREMRSFILLION

I almost died as a baby. Do not remember it. But I do see dead people sometimes!

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006 10:17 PM

6IXSTRINGJACK

Have you seen Tupac? My brother is convinced that he's not dead and he is evading taxes. Even as wacko conspiracy theorist as I am, I think he really is dead. If you see him tell him I said hi and that Gridlock'd was awesome.

R.I.P. Tupac.

Glad you made it as a baby FMF.... you're good people.

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