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It was the first memory I had after my head on collision. I was about 20 feet above the ground looking at my body trapped in my car. It was an unexplainable peaceful moment. It felt like God's presence was surrounding me. It was dark. (The accident was at 6:30 a.m. on my way to work. I remember the beautiful night sky with stars and seeing the front range of the mountains illuminated. I had no cognitive thoughts or emotion of seeing my body trapped except for an overwhelming amount of peace. There were no other sensations except for that image/vision. It also is difficult for me to explain my perception of space. It was like a new dimension where I was just consuming a large dimension of space and could simultaneously experience space three-dimensionally. It was not like looking through my own eyes in one direction. Almost like a sensation of understanding all of my surroundings. From what I recall it felt like it only lasted five to 10 seconds. Then it was a strong unbelievable sensation overload and I was back in my body trapped in the car. I could feel pain, cold, and vehicle lights. Then the next memory was praying out loud and asking a man to pray for me. He did.
I was taking copious amounts of the drug cocaine. I went into a seizure and then died. My friends were screaming I was dead, but in my mind I had climbed up a leafy autumn hill and went to a flat rock. I was looking across a divide of water and saw what appeared to be people picnicking across the water. They seemed very happy. There was a fountain, beautiful flowers and colors. The flowers were worshipping somehow, praising the light with their little selves. A male figure appeared and we went around a city. I saw great halls and libraries. In the library there were scrolls, small and large. One scroll was so big it took up a wall, and the dowels were 10 feet high or so. We went thru some more gardens and suddenly there was a beautiful sound of a choir. Everyone stopped to listen to the voices singing praises. We praised too, and then it stopped and people just went back to doing whatever it was they were doing.
I was in the hospital for an anaphylactic reaction to shellfish. I was experiencing an unusual reaction called a biphasic or recurring reaction about every four hours. I was in ER three times within 24 hours. I was placed on an observation floor when I began to have another episode of anaphylaxis. My best friend remained with me at the hospital. We rang for the nurse and she then paged respiratory. In the ER they gave me shots of steroids, epinephrine and breathing epinephrine to open up my airways. For some reason, this time they gave me albuterol treatment rather than all the above. I began the treatment and noticed that it was not working. I was shaking my head and trying to tell the respiratory nurse that it wasn’t working.
My best friend said something to the nurse about the combination of drugs that seemed to work in the ER. They fought back and said that I wasn’t giving it a chance to work. Meanwhile I was having difficulty breathing. My friend shouted at the nurse, “It’s not working!” Then I could no longer speak. They called another respiratory nurse who removed the albuterol treatment from my face and put a cool mist. They also put a pulse ox meter on my finger that showed my pulse over 160. (My friend told me these details later.) As soon as the lady put the cool mask on my face, that’s when my airway closed. My friend told me I flared around and the finger monitor flew off. I went unconscious, and they called a CODE BLUE.
Riding my bike past a golf course, I see a van run a stop sign; however, I'm unable to swerve out of his way. I'm staring through the van's windshield at the driver and hoping he doesn't hit his brakes. He does, though, and now I'm flying. It's an odd sensation to be sailing through the air like some sort of awkward flightless bird. I don't remember hitting the pavement because I was distracted by the intensely bright column of white light shining out of the top of my body's head. I have only a moment to grasp that I'm outside of my body, and then, swoosh! I'm sucked up the column of light like an envelope in a pneumatic mail tube.
I was in a near-fatal car accident in 2010 when I was 21 years old. I had been drinking and a few minor problems with a relationship led me to the point where I got in my parents car while heavily intoxicated. I drove off and all I could think about was "I have to kill myself" or "something needs to happen so I don't make it home." It was around 1:45 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. in the morning and I remember driving down the center of a winding road going 90 mph just thinking that "something needs to happen" or that "I have to kill myself." I drove to the point where I see the junction of the local four-lane highway and I remember thinking "this is it, I'm running out of time" and I looked left in the distance for vehicles traveling south and then looked right for vehicles traveling north...I didn't want to harm anyone but myself. I then woke up in a helicopter being flown to the hospital. What occurred between the time of seeing the highway and waking up in the helicopter was something else.
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