I had an accident on August 1, 1986 that stopped my heart for a short time; I do not know how long. I was alone at the edge of my peanut field with a 30-foot irrigation pipe in the air. It was too close to the overhead electrical distribution lines and I took a bolt of 7200 volts through my hands and out the sides of my feet. The pipe did not touch the wires, just came close enough that the electricity jumped through my well-grounded feet with wet socks and wet tennis shoes on damp earth. I remember feeling the electricity with my hands and then I was out. I am usually a very calm person that does not quickly get too excited and pretty much accepts what comes my way, but I remember how my verbal consciousness became very excited, unaccepting and fast as I pleaded that this was just an accident. I did not belong here. My daughter and wife needed me, etc. I remember my visual consciousness becoming aware of darkness. In the darkness I saw in the distance two spheres and they were lit in a tight fingernail crescent from a very bright source of light that was off to the right edge of my view. I felt that I was moving toward it to become one of those spheres; the other sphere was my guide in this new dimension. I was not moving very fast, just drifting toward the spheres. Then small blue patches began forming. As more patches of blue formed and expanded, the darkness and spheres were covered. I came to on my back looking up at the blue sky.

A friend of mine mentioned that you might be interested in some information that I have obtained during and after a near-death experience. As it is with most people who have had near-death experiences, I traveled through a tunnel. I actually went into the light that is mentioned, and found myself standing in environment that was solid-state plasma form nuclear energy. I am calling it solid-state plasma form because it was as pure consciousness with fluid integrity. The environment was in varying colors of green. I witnessed that our universe is actually encompassed within a physical body. It is as the human torso, without arms legs and a head. As soon as I perceived this body, I was absorbed back into it. I have come to realize that the solid-state plasma form energy that I was immersed in is transmuted through the flesh of the physical body that I mentioned, it is then injected into our universe through quasars. So now I know why quasars have no core.

Many new and strange things have been happening to me since this occurrence. One of the most amazing things is my new found understanding of the English language. I have found that the English language is a development, and that there are several codes integrated into it. One of the codes is called "Acronym," which is the acronym for "A Code Revealing Our Natural Yearning Mind." One of the other codes is called "Alphabet," which is the acronym for, "A Learning Principle Helping Anyone Better Employ Thought." I have yet to find a word that is not utilized for the purpose of revealing alternative information that is meant to purvey what is called the "Truth," which is the acronym for, "The Real Untold Temporal History." These codes that have been revealed to me actually correlate modern scientific terminology with terms that are used in the Bible. Such as, "Sin = Serve Ignorant Nature," and then the word, "Ignorant is the acronym for, Instant Gratification Narrates Our Reactions, A Natural Tendency."
When you consider the fact that the nucleus of every atom that makes up our physical bodies is a particle of light, I have come to realize that since my near-death experience, I have had a direct interface with that light. It has been my experience that the light now communicates with me through various sensations and compelling notions. I was recently awarded an "Honorary Doctorate of Metaphysical Science" for the information that I have obtained after having had my near-death experience and several subsequent out-of-body experiences. I have developed several videos.

I had a near-death-experience (NDE) when I was about age 30. I have just had my 71st birthday on August 17th, 2010.

At the time of the incident I was a full-time journalist-photographer living in Melbourne, Australia. I was brought up and educated in a fairly strict Roman Catholic fashion but, at the time of my NDE, I was an avowed Atheist with no religious affiliations whatsoever. I am of Celtic origin with an Irish/Scottish ancestry.

Prior to the actual NDE, I had been suffering with an extremely painful appendix, one that was periodically recurring and gradually becoming more painful with each episode. The condition had me doubled over in agony for a day or two, then disappeared. Distrusting the medical profession, I deliberately stayed clear of doctors, probably hoping that the ailment would vanish in its own good time.

On this particular occasion, when I detected the symptoms recurring, and being alone, I hurried to a cousin’s house. There was nobody at home. I collapsed outside the rear door of the house, doubled over in agony and moaning; it felt as though something inside my guts was trying to rip its way out with a blunt knife, and I could distinctly feel that the internal terror was not going to abate, but was actually increasing in intensity.

I felt something exploding internally and I lapsed gratefully into unconsciousness.

Emerging suddenly from my unconsciousness, I was amazed to see myself looking down on my body that was lying crumpled and inert on the floor. It was not a dream. The clarity of vision and awareness was equal to my conscious state. I was fully alert and sensitive to my surroundings. Had a third person been present, I feel certain I could have heard any sound or speech emanating from below. I started to feel an uneasy puzzlement. I could not understand why I was somehow detached from my physical body and was unable to feel as though it was a part of me, as it always had been.

Then I started to feel some sort of force or energy or influence that overcame me and started to draw me away from that dead thing on the floor. It was a gradual rushing sensation, one that accelerated madly; it felt as though I was in some sort of a tunnel and my conscious self was being rushed somewhere to an unknown destination. The speed frightened me. I think I closed my eyes and waited for whatever the outcome might be. I felt the speed of the rush lessening after some seconds. Curiously, I opened my eyes. The dead person that had once been me was gone. I could see a powerful light somewhere up above me in the void. It wasn’t just a light as such. It emanated a great love that seemed to encompass my very spirit. The "travelling" sensation slowed and I was in some sort of vacuum or a hollow space, a featureless landscape, and over it was the brilliant loving light that somehow eased my fears and made me feel at ease with my unfamiliar surroundings. I then became vaguely aware of being surrounded by spiritual presences. I could see nothing in a physical sense. It was just an acute awareness that was somehow instilled in my being. I had the distinct feeling that the presences were of people who had known me in the physical world; there was my grandmother and my father, certainly, while the others were ambiguous but oddly familiar. They radiated a great love and sense of caring while we were connected. I heard a voice, not orally expressed, but inside my head, as though it was being communicated in a spiritual sense. It stated: "You haven’t finished everything. You must go back."

I started to protest but, without reaction, I found myself back in that tunnel and speeding crazily back down the tube, all the while vividly aware of what was happening. Quite frankly, by this stage I was convinced I was having a bout of insanity. I could think of no other explanation.

Back in my physical body, I awakened, perfectly aware of what had happened to me and I simply lay there on the floor wondering about the weird imaginings of my brain.

Soon my cousin returned, found me and summoned a doctor. The doctor quickly examined me and announced he would call an ambulance and have me taken immediately to a hospital for surgery.I found myself saying: "Don’t worry about it. I’ve been healed. I’m okay now." He became angry, saying: "Don’t be stupid. I think your appendix might have burst. That can kill you. If you don’t take my advice, I won’t feel any responsibility for you." I somehow assured the poor man that I was okay and he left looking rather troubled and uncertain. From that day forward I had no recurrence of appendicitis.

Almost in obedience from instinct, I quietly left my journalistic endeavours and started travelling. I made my way to the far north of Australia, to the wild country of Arnhem Land, in the Northern Territory, and accepted the invitation by the tribal Aboriginal people of the Roper River area to assist the elders in documenting their sacred ceremonial matters, their mythology, etc. I lived frugally in a tent on the banks of the crocodile-infested river and, at night, with a torch clenched between my teeth, used my portable typewriter to document for the first time their ancient beliefs. I ate sparingly, living pretty much as they did; that meant a lump of damper (crude bush bread) smeared with Golden Syrup every couple of days. Naturally, I often wondered why I was there, and what I was supposed to do with the experience--if anything. I simply felt it was intended for me to do this chore…come what may of it. My fundamental purpose at the outset was particularly vague.

Over a period of time I noticed that the old Aboriginal men and women still retained their traditional skills in art and craft. They lacked, however, marketing outlets. Furthermore, I began to visualise how the elders could set up training programmes for the youngsters. I applied to the Aboriginal Arts Board, down in Canberra, describing my idea, how, with the necessary funding pooled from various government departments, art-craft training centres could be established even in the most remote Aboriginal communities all over the country and the products marketed nationally and internationally. Ultimately, my concept was welcomed and generously funded. I helped set up training programmes in isolated bush camps, on cattle properties where Aborigines resided, teaching not only the traditional activities, but also ceramics, leather craft, fabric design, wood carving, etc. Later, the Aboriginal Arts Board moved me down into Perth, in Western Australia, to establish a Leather craft industry among alcoholics and inveterate criminal types. Following this, I was moved into the remote rural towns with large Aboriginal populations to initiate similar projects.

From the beginning, it was evident that I knew little or nothing about art and craft work. I started reading training manuals. One night, however, I remember going to sleep worrying how I was going to start teaching the rudiments of Leather craft. The next morning I remember waking with the thought indelibly implanted in my mind: "Just pick up the tools." When I did this, I discovered I could almost intuitively understand how the various tools were used. I even invented a tool by filing a metal bolt into an embossing tool, and a new style of leather carving that was unique and wonderfully suitable for executing Aboriginal motifs as a form of decorative adornment.

After several years work I could look back and see a succession of successful Aboriginal art and craft projects scattered all over Australia, some of which ultimately blossomed into lucrative international enterprises and remain so to the present day.

From the journal I maintained at that original camp on the river bank up in Arnhem Land, I have managed to write a full account of the strange adventure, a book called "Journey Into Dreamtime," which I am currently preparing for publication.

For years afterwards I did not mention my NDE to a living soul. I thought it was due to a bout of temporary insanity incurred by the agonies I was experiencing, some anonymous calamity caused by a vivid imagination and a need to escape the reality of my suffering. Much later in life, I accidentally came across a book titled "Life After Death" and it was then I started to relate my experience to certain people who I thought might not ridicule me.

I finally summoned the courage and confessed it to my mother as we paced the corridors of the Royal Perth Hospital, in West Australia, where my wife was dying in the intensive care ward. Mum stopped and looked at me incredulously, then said: "That was just your imagination, son. It wasn’t real."

Since going through the NDE all those years ago, I have been aware of a self-healing capacity. Some friends claim I can heal others at a distance, but I do not know if this is true or not. While working with machinery doing woodwork, for example, should I accidentally cut myself, I simply place a hand over the injury and the blood ceases to flow. By nightfall, the cut is generally healed. I believe I can do similar healings with animals, such as dogs and horses.

I left my body and flew to a place which was still, as if in the gravity of a first floor, before beginning an escalation into the gravity of life. It was a dark dimness.

I talked with some beings that told me I was in a total risk, vital, transition, but I could ascend further still and talk with someone who would decide if I would come back to my body or not. They said that the more I would ascend, there would be tremendous experiences and the possibility of coming back would decrease.

It was probable that the same beings who were talking to me now would bring me back. It was like a train station where many beings chattered and the colors of that dimension were brownish. Further away there were grayish entities that were helped by guides in order to definitely leave their terrestrial life. There was not any true color beside the tones from black and brown to
white. I saw people I knew on Earth who greeted me and continued their ascension. The guides told me I was in the threshold of death. I wondered if the persons who were dying and leaving their bodies in that moment, knew where they were. The guides that accompanied me were kind, tactful and VERY COMPLIANT, but impenetrable when certain questions were asked, and when they did, they answered with only a smile. The communication was by telepathy and they knew instantly what I was thinking, but their answers were essential, concise and certain.

My guides were very calmed, unadorned and with a tender sense of humor. It was then that the judgment began--only I was the one who judged “me.” Although they considered everything was evident, they allowed me to understand all the contradictions, actions, guilt and non-guilt that I was feeling from the events of my life. They comforted me with precise words and calmed me. When I felt a violent dialogue, justifying or blaming myself, they made me understand that it was all within the game of evolution and that in the depth, the events of my life were intranscendental.

Then I had the sensation that I was still in a foggy place near Earth. They told me I could take the decision to continue, but it was with a maximum risk for my physical body or life. Then, identifying myself with my ego in the earthly realm, I accepted to continue since the guides were willing to accompany me. I worried because of the risk. Nevertheless I accepted discretely and humbly,
although with the haughtiness of my Earth identity that wanted to have the experience. At the same time my cosmic conscience allowed me to take the decision without panic.

We then began to ascend at great speed without friction or effort, as when one is falling but instead ascending. I was in a state of reverberation--hearing a zooming sound and feeling a little dizzy as though in a car at great speed. The guides then seemed to have disappeared. In that moment, I understood my panic. I asked myself if I could resist the situation.

Suddenly, with a great scandal of voices, I began to judge myself, to blame myself, to make decisions that belonged to their own code of existence. In that moment, everything was valid and excusable because it was understood that my own position was a small humble position in an open game of evolution. If other proposals seemed more valid, they were humbly accepted because in
the depth, there was no real guilt. After simultaneous cultural, legislative and theological ideas exploded within me, the answer of the guides was "intranscendence" and they pronounced that word with a smile. All the actions I considered so important were not so.

Suddenly, my mind was allowed to rest in a quiet place in order to further ascend through a translucent tunnel with a light that seemed rather a yellowish opacity. Then I saw many beings, some ascending and some descending. Two of them were known to me on the Earth realm and I had not seen them for more than 20 years. I also met people unknown to me then, whom I met many years later in their bodies on the Earth realm. I asked one of two people that I knew what he was doing there. He told me about almost having died from a very serious health problem, but it had been solved by the doctors. This is the reason he was going back to his body. Another friend of my family for many years was leaving the Earth realm in a definite way, so I was told. Then came some guides to take the friend who had been ill, back to Earth through a tubular shape in descent. I also observed other tubular shapes through which other souls were ascending. Among them, the lady known to me and my family whose body had died. I inquired if the lady could go back, but they said her time was over and she had definitely left her body. I felt the energy of the lady (perturbed). She was confused because she didn’t know she was dead yet. I avoided meeting her. In that moment my guides smiled.

A different lap started in which the path was transparent, silent and compliant. I felt the pleasure of having my conscience in total calm, together with the tender but distant company of the guides and other entities which I could not see. Suddenly I saw another path where all the dead members of my family appeared, among them my father. I then entered another stage with a moment of unconsciousness, but I recovered quickly. It was as though I would have crossed a purifying sauna,
plunging into unconsciousness, but I soon noticed my consciousness was intact.

I understood I had undertaken a risk of no return and with repentance asked to come back because I knew I had already crossed the threshold of death. In that place, everything was brighter, although still not so much. I felt that only the identity of the affections I had for my family on Earth, motivated me to come back to my body. I had then a slight, but vital sensation of unrest and anguish, because I again understood I had traversed the threshold, so I asked my guides for an answer. They told me that the decision did not depend on them anymore because we found ourselves in realms that were not of their reach. The answer made me feel dazzled. I asked them if they could keep on accompanying me because I wanted to have a dialogue with someone, and they kindly accepted. I felt a nostalgic abandonment. I later had the sensation that they took my hand.

We then shot ourselves out at a great cold, mentholated speed with acute cosmic sounds, pure and deep echoes and the brilliance of a light--so white, almost metallic--in which I felt us flying within an agreeable and refreshing wind. There were warm and exquisite odors and suddenly a fog. And a flat floor on which I saw the guides standing. From the white fog appeared a tremendously golden luminous figure--an androgynous being radiating a light as bright as the sun, but not hurting my sight. The figure was well delimitated and began approaching me and becoming bigger in size as it came nearer until I saw it a little bigger than myself. I was invaded by such a free satisfaction and wonder from such a beautiful being that my mind was incapable to understand. I almost lost conscience of myself--becoming one with him in that immense sensation. I was consoled by this compassionate being.

In that runaway happiness, and with only a thread of conscience left, I turned towards my guides and whispered that I deeply thank them for this immense experience, but I had to go back to the Earth realm to undertake unsatisfied small tasks. They answered that my life would go on, nevertheless as tortuous as it had been, with only a few attainments, and that my life would only last for the time that was planned by destiny. Almost nothing of what was planned could be changed.

In my great pride and haughtiness, I remained before this wonderful being that transcended me, of whom I felt a small part within me, and whose kind and definite answer I waited for. I turned again and looked at the Being of Light, directly, at a distance of about half a meter. He was a being of powerful, beautiful and extraordinary energy, but I could not see his face. I had the
feeling that if I did, it would be the equivalent of staying.

Suddenly, the being made me feel an infinitely tender and noble embrace which is not possible to describe. I understood and thanked him, because everything now was possible, even refusing to stay, for I had reasons to go back to Earth. In wonderment, I saw how he extended his right arm. Between us there was a dark abyss which I could pass by jumping if I took his hand, except that no return would be possible. He told me I was free to take my own decision, an offer for which I looked at him thankfully and satisfied. Inclining my head, I breathed exquisite and refreshing air. The Being of Light, who looked at me with identification and condescendence, slowly descended his hand and went away and became every time smaller. He was a being of pure love, wisdom, light and energy. The guides appeared then again, curious and kind, and were ready to take me back.

I jumped and fell down at horrendous speed with the sensation of a fire ball. I could not stand the friction and the unbearable noise. At the moment of maximum friction and sound, I accepted that I would die, rather than to stand the sensation. But to my surprise, the guides told me telepathically with luminous words, to relax because I would soon arrive.

I then felt an explosion of white and red marmalade and traveled through it contrary to its flux. I finally fell with a dry and heavy fall, weighing tons, to see myself sitting on my bed with my eyes open and burning. I felt a deep pain near my heart, a pain almost unbearable, and a great difficulty to breathe.

My body was rigid. My arms could not move. My feet were frozen and I could not move them either. I could only allow threads of air to enter my lungs, or else they would hurt. I felt a little dizzy and the pain in the chest was still intense. I was unconscious for a moment, but when I managed to move my waist, I closed my eyes to lie down. I was still hearing internal and external noises and zooming. The pain in my heart lasted with intensity for one hour and a half. I managed to go to the bathroom, feeling as tired as ever in my life. I then went back to bed and slept for 12 hours. When I woke up, I remembered the guides told me how my wife, daughter and I would die. I saw my complete future and that of my daughter. I was told I would only remember fragments of it in certain moments. The guides told me my life would continue as tortuous as it had been, but with small satisfactions. It had to be like that because it was programmed that way, and the purpose, although painful, was very constructive and evolving. I could not change it.