r/NearDeathExperience

My dad had a cardiac arrest few days ago at home and had stopped breathing and had no pulse for 15 mins or so. By the time ambulance came and did cpr, it was another 15 mins so he was sort of “dead” for 30 mins. They finally got a pulse and took him to hospital and put him on life support. They told us he is not brain dead but there is a lot of brain damage and he will not wake up. They recommended we take him off life support (he had a lot of health issues prior to this and we knew he was at the end of life even before this) but we are struggling to let him go and feel that if he “came back”, he is still in there maybe. But I am confused .. did he die and come back? Why would God bring someone back just to suffer on life support? Is his soul still in there? Can he hear us talking to him? Can he feel anything? Anyone know?

Anyone felt something dying inside of them..also emptiness in gut...After a break up..what is that...and how to overcome it...

I just want to know since ive attempted a few times, but never went through. I'm not planning to any longer, but I just want to know what I mightve experienced.

About two years ago I had to undergo an emergency c-section with my second baby. I was on blood thinners, which caused me to hemorrhage, bleed out, and code.

The last thing I remember: I was on the table. I felt the coldness of the room. I looked over at my blood pressure monitor and it was 62/40. I looked up at the anesthesiologist. She had glasses and grey hair. She looked very serious, which made me panic. She held a mask over my mouth and nose and I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. I was panicking and crying saying “I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe”. And then I felt the room go silent. I heard nothing around me. I tried to find a happy moment because for whatever reason, I knew “this was it”. There was a specific memory I tried to remember. It felt so vivid that I felt like I was back there again. It was when my first son was 7 months old and we were living at my mom’s house. Him and my cat were sleeping together on my bed right by a window. The room was dark and only dimly lit by the sunset. I loved this memory. I felt like I was back in that moment sitting there admiring my son.

And then nothing. Literally nothing. No bright light, no “out of body experience”, no seeing anybody or any thing. It’s almost as if I didn’t even go to sleep. It’s like it was a continuous moment of thinking of that memory to looking at the nurse charting in my hospital room (which was days later). I remember feeling like “woah wait I was just in the operating room, wtf is going on?”. It’s not even like there was a “everything went black” kind of moment. It was like an immediate time jump.

I don’t know what to do. I can’t find peace with it.

I woke up in a hospital awhile back around three years ago and I still don't know exactly why or what happened they said something about 5150 or something I'm still confused and my life has been completely different ever since

A few days ago, I posted about my brother's 17 year old friend.

He passed away two days ago.

Ah abbayi family ekkada possible ayithe akkada prayers cheyisthu undevaru(while he was alive). Oka dargah nunchi thechina powder ni tana daggara pettaru.

Around one hour before he passed away, he suddenly said...Ah powder ni evaro thiskelthunnaru chudandi..chudandi ani..

Kani intlo vallaki evaru kanipinchaledu. Vaallu thana health condition valla ala anipisthundemo ani anukunnaru.

Around an hour later... he passed away.

For the past two years, I've been exploring consciousness, near-death experiences, and other unexplained phenomena through research, reflection, and my own personal experiences. What's the one unexplained experience or question that changed the way you see reality?

So yesterday I tried ketamine for the first time and honestly I think I’ve completely satisfied my curiosity about it.
Started around 7-8pm. I did a line and didn’t feel much. Waited about 15 minutes because I wanted to be careful and see how I reacted. Felt a bit light-headed, floaty, slightly disconnected, nothing crazy.
Over the next hour or so I gradually did a bit more, always waiting to gauge the effects. At this point I was actually enjoying it. Music sounded great, everything felt weird and dreamlike, and I understood why people like it.
Then came the mistake.
At some point around 9-10pm I was thinking:
“Okay, this is my first and last time doing ketamine, so I might as well go out with a bang.”
I then did two pretty big lines back to back.
Big mistake.
Within a relatively short period I was completely cooked.
I don’t know if this was technically a K-hole, but it definitely felt like what people describe. I was conscious and aware, but I could barely move. I could hear my friends talking. I knew what was happening around me. I knew how I was probably being perceived by everyone else. But actually moving or speaking felt almost impossible.
When I did manage to say something, it felt like it took an enormous amount of effort.
The weirdest part was that I never really lost consciousness. It felt like I was trapped as pure awareness.
At certain points it genuinely felt like death.
Not in a dramatic “I’m dying” panic way, but more like all the normal things that make me “me” had disappeared. My body barely mattered. Time barely existed. Reality barely existed.
I was just… there.
What made it even weirder was that there was a fair bit of chaos going on around me. People were moving around, talking, laughing, conversations were happening, and somehow I was still aware of all of it despite feeling completely disconnected from reality.
I remember strangers talking to me at one point and even taking the piss out of me a bit because I was clearly not functioning normally. Somehow, while my brain felt completely scrambled, I managed to say something along the lines of:
“Nah I’m just tired.”
One of them basically replied:
“You’re not tired, you’re just high like weed.”
The funny thing is I was absolutely not “high like weed.” I was in the middle of what felt like a full dissociative meltdown and somehow still managed to produce a socially acceptable response. To this day I have no idea how I pulled that off because internally I was in another universe.
The peak itself was pure confusion.
Not scary visuals. Not a bad trip in the psychedelic sense.
Just complete confusion.
My brain felt scrambled. Every thought felt fragmented. I couldn’t properly process what was happening. I couldn’t orient myself. I couldn’t really do anything useful. It felt like my mind had been taken apart and all the pieces were sitting in the wrong places.
Time distortion was insane. Minutes felt endless. I remember just waiting for it to end.
My friends had also done a lot and everyone was absolutely fried, which didn’t exactly help ground me in reality.
Visually it wasn’t like LSD at first. I wasn’t seeing crazy patterns or entities.
Instead, everything looked wrong.
My vision was tracing. Objects seemed to leave trails. It felt like my eyes were rapidly moving back and forth and reality couldn’t keep up. Almost like the world was rendering at a low frame rate.
Interestingly, once I was a couple of hours past the peak and had my eyes closed, I started getting visuals that were surprisingly similar to psychedelic closed-eye visuals. Geometric imagery, shifting patterns, abstract scenes. The difference was that on psychedelics I usually still feel connected to myself and my thoughts.
Here I was still heavily dissociated and confused while it was happening.
The main thing I took away from it wasn’t some mystical revelation.
It was seeing how fragile normal consciousness actually is.
You spend your whole life assuming that being “you” in “this reality” is just a given. Then a drug comes along and temporarily disconnects enough pieces that you realize your entire experience of reality is being constructed moment by moment.
I also realized I genuinely don’t need to do ketamine again.
Curiosity wanted to know what a K-hole was.
Now I know.
Question answered.
The only annoying thing is that the experience didn’t really end when the ketamine wore off. For the next 24 hours I felt pretty nauseous. I was mostly back to normal mentally, but I still felt sick and had this weird “manual breathing” feeling where I became overly aware of my breathing and had to keep reminding myself that it was happening automatically.
Overall, I don’t regret trying it because curiosity got the better of me and I learned exactly what I wanted to learn.
That said, the experience definitely scared me straight.
I went into the night thinking:
“Let’s see what ketamine is all about.”
I came out of it thinking:
“Yep. I’ve seen enough.”
Has anyone else had a first ketamine experience that went from “this is pretty nice” to “what dimension have I just entered?” in such a short space of time? 😂

when I TELL YOU THE GOVERNMENR OF PAKISTAN DOESNT GIVE A CRAP ABSOUT SAFETY REGULATIONS ESPECIALLT ON HELLA HIGH RIDES

so friggin stupid of me to hop omg, the damn BOAT at lake View park... when I tell you I did 3 sets of alhamdullilah for allah swt saving my little life, I mean it. These 2 women which sat behind me, my siblings, and our cousins - expressed how they were fearless, matter of a fact called US out (why the heck are we catchin strays omg) to the operator running the ride and kindly requested to make sure we left with ptsd. before we all hesitantly hopped on we made sure we weren't risking the one thing important in our life which was.. our life brah, the boat went maximum a little below 90 degrees and looking at the people screaming for their lives felt pointless until we rode. Besides us, there sat women in probably their mid 50s, younger children, and those 2 young women behind us. The ride started and I was having the time of my life, we all were, "is this what I was fearing?" I thought. I sat back and enjoyed the ride whilst my 18 year old cousin attempted to stop herself from passing out.

the first few swings were rushing adrenaline but were fun overall, as the boat picked up speed and we slowly saw the entire ground below our feet as our side of the boat rised, usually on these sort of boat rides (which I've ridden quite sometimes) once they pick up speed the reach a point (usually a bit below 90 degrees - which is fully vertical) where they do full swings about 2 or 3 times to get the blood pumping, THIS TIME however I swear to god it exceeded the 'vertical' position and began turning HORIZONTAL... AGAIN.. WHICH IS UP FREAKING SIDE DOWN.

THE WAY THE ONLY BODY PART IF MINE INTERACTING WITH THE BOAT WERE MY HAND GRIPPING THE BARELY FIXED WORN OUT RAILING 2 FEET INFRONT OF ME.

the 2 women behind us were have the time of their lives after telling the operator to speed up, whilst the only thing repeating in my head was "oh what a fun way to die".

my sister and younger cousin were gripping eachother trying not to let go and potentially flip over while I was having the biggest lock in of my LIFE. I was so damn focused on survival that having motion sickness was an afterthought. This boat kept the pattern of over 90 degree swings ABSOLUTELY CONSISTENT, WE WERE PRAVTICALLY FLYING- I WAS INCHES ABOVE MY SEAT BEFORE FREE FALLING BACK IN.

the middle aged women infront of us had become nauseous and were doing everything in their power not to projectile vomit over everybody.

The section of people facing us were not joking around, I saw them- watched them slide and lift of their seats as the reached a new peak. As the boat slowly continued this repetitive pattern of sending us to the moon (whilst the normal speed was dare I say TWICE as slower with people actually having fun) my cousin passed out, leaving the rest of us fearing for our lives. This operator that had the audacity to treat us with inconsideration after the ride- AFTER LISTENING TO 2 WOMEN AND TO PLEASE THEIR NEEDS.

you might think oh maybe it was the normal speed and we were overreacting or maybe it wasn't even the 2 women's fault... would you beleive when the ride ended, the operator came out of his cubby and personally asked the 2 ladies how the ride was... (how weird, I mean I'd like to leave a review too and yknow possibly get the place shut down) which the 2 responded with satisfied faces and thumbs ups...

upon seeing this I was thrilled at the fact (my mom who was also on with us) stood up at and gave him a peice of her mind. It was so satisfying seeing someone else being lectures beside myself.

"ap log aesay cheekhrahay hain jesay mein nay kisi ka katl kiya ho"

translation: "you guys are acting liking I killed a man"

says the operator .... ARE WE DEAD SERIOUS ?????????,??

HOW ON EARTH CAN ONE BE SO UNAWARE

Ohmygod do not ever ever EVER sit on a sketchy ride especially with people who stink of pride and selfishness.

So when I was 5 I drowned in a pool in San Antonio. I remember jumping in the pool and feeling like something was wrong, but doing it anyway. I will be honest never was taught how to swim. So jumping into the pool was a mistake that I still can’t understand why I did it. I remember the struggle to stay afloat and making it to those red and white bouy things that they have separating the free swim and the side where people swim laps. Then I go down and feel peace, like something that is akin to prefect serenity. I will say I have never felt like that again but it was like floating but yet not. Blackness yet not all encompassing if that makes sense. It was like being in a blanket, then the pain came rushing in and I’m jolted into burning light and just feeling wrong. I wanted to go back to the feeling but knowing I can’t. I see a man over me and feel the water exploding out my mouth. It was a feeling of unrelenting pain and fear.

Now for the experiences I’ve been having since then, it’s like I get these moments of heightened awareness and anxiety mixed with that feeling of Déjà vu. I have never been able to express it to anyone before. I don’t know if what I’m experiencing is delusion, paranoia, or just an anxiety attack. But, I deal with Déjà vu almost constantly and I’m at my breaking point at this point. Just wanted to get this off my chest. If anyone is also experiencing this I’d love to hear your thoughts and suggestions to help me.