Death Experience At Age 12
a very frail, sickly child, and started having severe asthma attacks at
age 3. While other kids were out playing, I was busy trying to stay
alive. Mom used to say I was playing my "orchestra", as I wheezed
with each breath. This was my childhood. Me just trying to
stay alive. This was all that I knew.
the age of 12, my right lung collapsed, and I was hospitalized. Two weeks
later my new doctor, a heart and lung surgeon, made surgery
arrangements to remove a piece of my right lung. I was
5' 7" weighed 90 pounds, tall, thin, and I was very frail.
When the new doctor talked to my mother and me about the surgery, I had
some bad feelings about it. I was very ill, scared, and wondered
if I had a future.
day of the surgery arrived, and I was prepped early in the morning with
a bath, and a little cinnamon red pill. I was wheeled into a cold
operating room on a smooth riding gurney pushed by a soft spoken black
man in a light teal green uniform. He was careful not to say
much, but I could still comprehend what was going on.
the operating room a sarcastic battle worn nurse stood at my side, said
'hello' in a harsh tone, and then made some bad remarks to the others about
how thin and sickly I looked. I was conscious and looking right at
her when she said it, yet she acted as though I wasn't even there.
The man who would give me the anesthesia came in, and again asked
me how much I weighed. Did I care? By now the little red pill was
working, and I am not sure if I spoke. I could hear him, but
not me. We started to count backwards from 100, or well, he did.
the middle of the surgery, I died on the operating table. My heart
had stopped for about 10 seconds, they told me later. My heart had
stopped dead, like an old rusty clock that had no more energy to carry
on. Too much anesthesia, and too little weight.
the time, that I was "dead" (which seemed to be about an hour to
me) I had an out of body experience. It was the best thing that had
ever happened to me. This was the most beautiful, spiritual experience
that you could imagine, and I went to "Heaven". To have this experience
was very matter of fact. Like you walking across the street, I lifted
out of my body, and went some place else.
I left my cold body on the operating table, I floated high above the table,
the nurses and the surgeons. As I floated in the corner of the operating
room, and said in my mind, "Nothing going on here." In a flash, I
went through the ceiling, and found myself floating out in space
among the stars. I was looking at the earth like a small blue
and green soccer ball suspended in mid-air, hanging there by invisible
strings. Again, I said very clearly in my thoughts, "Nothing going
on here." Suddenly, my awareness shifted again, and I found myself standing
in a beautiful Holy City with soft golden light all around. The City
that I went to, looked something like Bethlehem about 2,000 years ago,
but the Light that beamed gently in this Divine place was soft and serene.
I felt no pain. I felt no fear. I was completely at peace,
and content just to Be. A full sized male lion walked past me, in
this etheric world, as I sat crouched on the warm gold dust sand.
He was only a few feet away from me, and I was not afraid of him.
to think about my position here. I literally had a choice.
To go back into my physical body, and physical life, or to stay.
I reflected on this for a short time. I was only 12 years old, and
I knew that I had not lived my life.
I stood up and walked down to a river. To my right, about 20 feet
away, I saw a small boy about 10, sitting alone on the river bank.
He was waiting for someone, a family member of his to cross over.
I did not want to disturb him. I sat down by the waters edge, and
put my right foot into the water. Suddenly, I felt something
pulling on my foot. And, in a flash, I re-entered my cold body of
pain lying face up on the operating table. My chest was open.
My doctor, above me massaging my heart, had started it up again.
The pain was exruciating, yet I was in full awareness of what had happened
to me, and where I was now.
nasty sarcastic nurse was to my right, right near my head. On purpose,
I crossed my eyes, and made a grotesque face at her. When she screamed,
I allowed myself to loose consciousness, almost chuckling, if you can believe
that. I thought, "Well, that's what you get."
on awakening I remembered everthing in crystal clarity. This out-of-body
event was life altering for me. At the time that it happened, there
was very little information on death experiences. When I shared my
wondrous experience with my mother, she told me, "Don't tell anyone."
And, that was my mom's version of "Shut up about that.". Even with
her bad feedback, this hallmark event, completely changed the course of
my life. And, I would spend the next 20 years trying to make sense
of it. And, trying to find that place again.
had a second chance at life. But, I desperately needed to find out
what this experience meant, and what I was to do differently in my life
as a result of it. I was forever transformed by this beautiful connection
to the mystical, Holy Worlds of God. When I returned to my physical
body on the operating table, I knew that my life would never be the same.
I knew that I existed beyond my body and beyond death. I was Eternal.
so I have used this experience and the knowledge that I gained from life,
and from meditation as a result of it, and created wondrous things to help
others. And, yes, that was what I was to do differently in my life,
as a result of this life altering experience in the God Worlds. And,
that is what I was meant to do.