Has anyone heard any near death experiences from people who are not Christian? I've heard Christian accounts of heaven and hell and I'd be interested to hear some from another viewpoint. I'm mostly looking for Pagan stories, but I'd love to hear some from other world religions, too.
BTW - in case there is any confusion, when I say "Near death experience," I mean someone who actually died and was brought back, not voluntary OBE. Those are fun to hear about too, but not what I'm looking for right now.
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Heather, wife to Brandon and mama to Chloe Marie (5/9/08)
About 10 years ago, maybe 9, I went into anaphylactic shock and was pretty close to death. I was laying in the ambulance and the paramedics were on the phone with the hospital. They couldn't start an IV because my veins were collapsing, I was bleeding out, circulatory shut down.
The last thing I said to them was "go ahead and cut down if you have to" and then I started fading away. My consciousness began to change, the walls of the ambulance were there but had no substance. My dad came and stood by me - he has been passed since '93. I was calm and glad Dad was there. But then, just before I was gone, I remember my dear husband and "saw" him outside of the ambulance - losing his mind.
When my mind and heart reached out to him, my dad faded away, the paramedics got a vein and started pumping me with benadryl, and off to the ER we went. Obviously I survived.
I think death is sweet or hard - depends on how you feel about it. I guess.
But no - no angels, no white marble stairway to heaven, no trumpets or bells. Just my sweet father, ready to catch me and take me to the other side.
About 10 years ago, maybe 9, I went into anaphylactic shock and was pretty close to death. I was laying in the ambulance and the paramedics were on the phone with the hospital. They couldn't start an IV because my veins were collapsing, I was bleeding out, circulatory shut down.
The last thing I said to them was "go ahead and cut down if you have to" and then I started fading away. My consciousness began to change, the walls of the ambulance were there but had no substance. My dad came and stood by me - he has been passed since '93. I was calm and glad Dad was there. But then, just before I was gone, I remember my dear husband and "saw" him outside of the ambulance - losing his mind.
When my mind and heart reached out to him, my dad faded away, the paramedics got a vein and started pumping me with benadryl, and off to the ER we went. Obviously I survived.
I think death is sweet or hard - depends on how you feel about it. I guess.
But no - no angels, no white marble stairway to heaven, no trumpets or bells. Just my sweet father, ready to catch me and take me to the other side.
Wow, I don't know what to say but, wow Did that change how you look at everything or were you just happy to be back?
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It didn't change the way I look at life - not that time. I've been near death several times, one time even violently at the hands of another person who was choking me to death. Even then - when he was telling me he was going to kill me - suddenly, a kind of peace came over me and I accepted death. I quit struggling - and he quit choking me. I lived to learn a big lesson about what kind of people I take off across the country with.
Ah youth! So foolish.
I will say this, that each time I realized that I escaped death, it made me think that just maybe I have something important to accomplish in this lifetime - and so I got a pass to continue. I know now, that one of those things I had left to do, was to save my youngest granddaughter from her depression. She and I are connected in a way that is special. She is the receptacle of whatever knowledge I can pass along to her. Maybe my other granddaughter too, she's been around a lot lately and the last time she told me how "awesome" I am.
But whenever death comes stalking me - I will go peacefully, that much I know. Death is not a condition, it's a passage, a doorway to some other existence. I know, because my dad was there - ready and waiting.
Not only that, but I've had many experiences from the other side - people who needed to communicate something here on the earth plane, ghosts or spirits. We are not alone - and the veil is thin from our reality to the others.
About 10 years ago, maybe 9, I went into anaphylactic shock and was pretty close to death. I was laying in the ambulance and the paramedics were on the phone with the hospital. They couldn't start an IV because my veins were collapsing, I was bleeding out, circulatory shut down.
The last thing I said to them was "go ahead and cut down if you have to" and then I started fading away. My consciousness began to change, the walls of the ambulance were there but had no substance. My dad came and stood by me - he has been passed since '93. I was calm and glad Dad was there. But then, just before I was gone, I remember my dear husband and "saw" him outside of the ambulance - losing his mind.
When my mind and heart reached out to him, my dad faded away, the paramedics got a vein and started pumping me with benadryl, and off to the ER we went. Obviously I survived.
I think death is sweet or hard - depends on how you feel about it. I guess.
But no - no angels, no white marble stairway to heaven, no trumpets or bells. Just my sweet father, ready to catch me and take me to the other side.
That is beautiful...nothing else to say, just...
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Heather, wife to Brandon and mama to Chloe Marie (5/9/08)
It didn't change the way I look at life - not that time. I've been near death several times, one time even violently at the hands of another person who was choking me to death. Even then - when he was telling me he was going to kill me - suddenly, a kind of peace came over me and I accepted death. I quit struggling - and he quit choking me. I lived to learn a big lesson about what kind of people I take off across the country with.
Ah youth! So foolish.
I will say this, that each time I realized that I escaped death, it made me think that just maybe I have something important to accomplish in this lifetime - and so I got a pass to continue. I know now, that one of those things I had left to do, was to save my youngest granddaughter from her depression. She and I are connected in a way that is special. She is the receptacle of whatever knowledge I can pass along to her. Maybe my other granddaughter too, she's been around a lot lately and the last time she told me how "awesome" I am.
But whenever death comes stalking me - I will go peacefully, that much I know. Death is not a condition, it's a passage, a doorway to some other existence. I know, because my dad was there - ready and waiting.
Not only that, but I've had many experiences from the other side - people who needed to communicate something here on the earth plane, ghosts or spirits. We are not alone - and the veil is thin from our reality to the others.
I've been thinking a lot since my accident and your experiences have helped me to clear some webs ..Thanks I'm glad that you have made it to today..
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MF, those are some moving experiences, and I agree on the peace.
I almost died more than once when I had encephalitis (guess I was Christian at the time, but not totally I would say), and once in the ambulance I was in the most peaceful place...if they hadn't started talking about how my son needed me and I hadn't realized my ex would raise him if I were gone I would have wanted to stay for sure. It happened again in the hospital, and I remember seeing the doctor's shirt tag hanging out in the back and thinking he needed to fix it I also remember thinking that the chin lift I taught in CPR class really did work since they had to hold my airway open with it
Anyway, it took me a year to fully feel I was back in my body and not miss that place. No heaven, no hell, but a place with no pain, no struggle, and it was like being in a place of total peace...I didn't really sense others any more than I do now, but since I am like MF in being connected with them anyway, maybe it just wasn't too different for me
Like MF, I have also almost died at others' hands (earlier in my life and later after I wasn't Christian any more), and the same thing...no big light or heaven or hell, but peace and a feeling of truly wanting to be there. The only reason I would hesitate is that I know my girls need me and DH would be devestated. Otherwise I would be fine with it since it wasn't sad or a shock before..more of a passage as MF said. No one is really completely gone, but more in another place but still available in another form.
Hope that helps you a bit...not sure if I explained it well.
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As the saying goes, when a door slams shut in one place a window opens somewhere else. After staring at the door for many years, it finally occured to me to go look for the open window. I discovered I like sunlight and warmth much more than peeling old doors anyway, so I climbed out the window and reveled in my discovery. I will never sit behind a closed door again, no matter how comfortable my chair becomes. Me
Mel, I'm glad you found your own open window and stepped through it.
Yes, gypsy...these things take time to sort out, and if you feel like sharing I'm sure it might help you and others too.
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As the saying goes, when a door slams shut in one place a window opens somewhere else. After staring at the door for many years, it finally occured to me to go look for the open window. I discovered I like sunlight and warmth much more than peeling old doors anyway, so I climbed out the window and reveled in my discovery. I will never sit behind a closed door again, no matter how comfortable my chair becomes. Me
Mel, I'm glad you found your own open window and stepped through it.
Heather, wife to 
Brandon 
Chloe Marie (5/9/08)
She and I are connected in a way that is special. She is the receptacle of whatever knowledge I can pass along to her. Maybe my other granddaughter too, she's been around a lot lately and the last time she told me how "awesome" I am. 
and I hadn't realized my ex
would raise him if I were gone
I would have wanted to stay for sure. It happened again in the hospital, and I remember seeing the doctor's shirt tag hanging out in the back and thinking he needed to fix it
I also remember thinking that the chin lift I taught in CPR class really did work since they had to hold my airway open with it
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