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My NDE occurred in February 2006. I was critically ill with a staph infection in my lungs and all sinus cavities. I also had another infection called C-dif. I had a high fever of 103, black sores in my mouth, poor breathing, and the worst headache pain in my life. I remember leaving my body before being admitted to the hospital looking down at the ambulance, health care workers, my husband and eight year old son at the time. Like a movie, my entire life scrolled by me all at once during this time. I remember saying "I am not ready to die yet" and returned to my body. Three days later while lying in a hospital bed, I felt and saw the presence of a beautiful angel in a dream with her arms raised and palms pressed together toward the heavens. I also felt myself dancing with her at that very moment, twirling, and leaping, even though my physical body had not left the bed. I felt totally at peace and filled with unconditional love. At that moment, I knew that I would be healed. I was also instructed to write at that very moment about the experience to share this message of love, light and peace to the world. This angel told me that I was free and that all would be well…that I, too, would help others heal.
I was driving on the Massachusetts Turnpike from western Massachusetts to Boston in a borrowed car. I was an inexperienced driver. I was accelerating in the left-hand lane up an incline to pass a school bus, when suddenly the bus pulled out in front of me. I reacted by slamming my foot on the brakes, and lost control of the car. In a frantic effort at regaining control, I grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it around, causing the car to swerve all over the highway. I could see drivers in other cars out of the corner of my eye looking concerned as they slowed to avoid me. I began to panic and realized I had lost control…that this was the end. My panic increased and suddenly left me entirely. My vision blacked out.
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.
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