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http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek...-s-experience-with-the-afterlife.html
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I was dead for 6 minutes due to shock and hypothermia from falling through ice and inhaling ~0C water.
I found myself sitting on a log in the woods. It was very dark, and it was very chilly, but I couldn't see my breath. I couldn't really see anything, it was too dark. I could only see shadowy outlines of trees surrounding a path that didn't look like anything I'd normally walk down, being a Boy Scout when this happened. But, given that it was the only option I noticed, that's the direction I headed.
I stood up, and started trodding down this very dark path with no idea where it went or why I was going this way. But, after a few minutes it seemed like it was the best option. I was trying to be as observant as I could, given that I wasn't sure of where I was or if I'd have be there again. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to be observant about. Everything was too dark to see, no matter how close you were. There was only the smell of chilled air. Everything felt like low thread count sheets, scratchy but still somehow comfortable. There was no sound. Even if I stepped on a branch and watched it break, everything was completely silent.
As I kept walking down this path, which seemed to be endless, I realized I might be dead. Before coming to this place, I felt like I was going to die. And that sucked. But now as I'm walking through this dreamland, I was sure of it. After the realization though, things started to change. I would get very brief bursts of sound. It wasn't a normal sound though, it was a mix of screaming, the sound of air rushing out of a tire, and then a very loud rattle. The rattle was what stuck with me most. It was almost like a constant vibraslap sound. The bursts of sound would last between 1 and 2 seconds, and they happened every couple of minutes. My limbs started to hurt a lot, liquid fire running through my veins.
It was as if something was about to happen. My whole body got hot. I started running. The bursts of sound had become bursts of silence. I was sprinting faster than I ever had before. The sound was constant. The feeling that my body was going to explode was right there. Like you could count down how long until it happened.
Then the worst part of all. Everything stopped. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. I couldn't feel. Time wasn't passing. Space didn't exist. There was only me. Terror doesn't do this justice. Alone doesn't even compare. After a seemingly eternal visit in this state of being, that fire started again. This time it wasn't creeping, it was instant. The sound echoed from afar until it felt like the source was in my skull. I screamed and no sound came out, and then I was back.
Screaming in the back of an ambulance. I felt the cold again. I felt the bumps in the road. I felt everything that I would have taken for granted. But after feeling absolutely nothing, everything was a gift. I wasn't afraid of death until I experienced it. And if that absense of existing is what death is like, I will be afraid of it until I go back. There's no way to even compare it to anything. No matter how many times I think about it, dying was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Not to intentionally wrap this up with a cliche quote, but this scene from Fight Club wraps up the feeling pretty well. "Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessle's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever had."
I found myself sitting on a log in the woods. It was very dark, and it was very chilly, but I couldn't see my breath. I couldn't really see anything, it was too dark. I could only see shadowy outlines of trees surrounding a path that didn't look like anything I'd normally walk down, being a Boy Scout when this happened. But, given that it was the only option I noticed, that's the direction I headed.
I stood up, and started trodding down this very dark path with no idea where it went or why I was going this way. But, after a few minutes it seemed like it was the best option. I was trying to be as observant as I could, given that I wasn't sure of where I was or if I'd have be there again. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to be observant about. Everything was too dark to see, no matter how close you were. There was only the smell of chilled air. Everything felt like low thread count sheets, scratchy but still somehow comfortable. There was no sound. Even if I stepped on a branch and watched it break, everything was completely silent.
As I kept walking down this path, which seemed to be endless, I realized I might be dead. Before coming to this place, I felt like I was going to die. And that sucked. But now as I'm walking through this dreamland, I was sure of it. After the realization though, things started to change. I would get very brief bursts of sound. It wasn't a normal sound though, it was a mix of screaming, the sound of air rushing out of a tire, and then a very loud rattle. The rattle was what stuck with me most. It was almost like a constant vibraslap sound. The bursts of sound would last between 1 and 2 seconds, and they happened every couple of minutes. My limbs started to hurt a lot, liquid fire running through my veins.
It was as if something was about to happen. My whole body got hot. I started running. The bursts of sound had become bursts of silence. I was sprinting faster than I ever had before. The sound was constant. The feeling that my body was going to explode was right there. Like you could count down how long until it happened.
Then the worst part of all. Everything stopped. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. I couldn't feel. Time wasn't passing. Space didn't exist. There was only me. Terror doesn't do this justice. Alone doesn't even compare. After a seemingly eternal visit in this state of being, that fire started again. This time it wasn't creeping, it was instant. The sound echoed from afar until it felt like the source was in my skull. I screamed and no sound came out, and then I was back.
Screaming in the back of an ambulance. I felt the cold again. I felt the bumps in the road. I felt everything that I would have taken for granted. But after feeling absolutely nothing, everything was a gift. I wasn't afraid of death until I experienced it. And if that absense of existing is what death is like, I will be afraid of it until I go back. There's no way to even compare it to anything. No matter how many times I think about it, dying was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Not to intentionally wrap this up with a cliche quote, but this scene from Fight Club wraps up the feeling pretty well. "Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessle's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever had."
http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/com...who_has_medically_died_and_woken_back
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I’m dying.
The lymphoma we’d thought we’d beaten into remission back in May came roaring back last month. We threw some really nasty chemo at it. The cancer ate it up and came back for more.
Courtesy Mike Celizic
A recent photo of Mike Celizic. He captioned it: “The best-looking terminally ill guy in New York City.”
And so I’m going to die, and not in four or five months. I’ve got probably a couple of halfway decent weeks left. Then the lymphoma will take over my bloodstream and kill me.
The lymphoma we’d thought we’d beaten into remission back in May came roaring back last month. We threw some really nasty chemo at it. The cancer ate it up and came back for more.
Courtesy Mike Celizic
A recent photo of Mike Celizic. He captioned it: “The best-looking terminally ill guy in New York City.”
And so I’m going to die, and not in four or five months. I’ve got probably a couple of halfway decent weeks left. Then the lymphoma will take over my bloodstream and kill me.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/38771115/ns/today-today_health
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