r/NearDeathExperience

Two Fridays ago I almost died in a restaurant waiting for dinner with two of my children. They found a pulmonary embolism in my lung. They couldn't find out why. My kids are 21 and 19, they thought I was playing with them at first because Ive always been unbreakable. I've been wrestling with fear and weakness. They did every test and scan known to man. I'm 39 years old, with a healthy diet, and very active at the gym. I feel like I've been living in fear the past week, worrying about how soon I can go and how lucky I was that it wasn't August 7th. But how long do any of us really have and what can I do to get my beast back?

any thoughts about what happens after human dies?

DMT/Changa made me transcend death I became aware of the afterlife I literally ascended to the actual heavens of consciousness I have no words, I felt like I died and realized there will never be death because life itself is a hallucination it’s not real in the first place, it happens within your heart or within God you could say, it’s an infinite awareness power, we were never bodies we were always that power from a dimension beyond and DMT allows you to become aware of that dimension that which allows you to understand life, death and the afterlife very simply since you just experience it it’s like we are meant and all have the capacity and capability for it it’s natural we are just misled, I don’t even know if we need drugs for it just the right people who experienced it and to share the experience that itself might even work honestly but yea the DMT helps more than anything could I feel, anyway I felt literally back home where there is absolutely no fear and absolute complete eternal bliss that is beyond all imagination. I feel like this life is extremely limited and a very weird claustrophobic version of life, true reality is immediate, this world makes no sense, it’s like I am God in a world that’s literally just born like why do we need to walk and go to buy stuff and pick stuff up and do stuff it should all be happening within the consciousness automatically and it’s an actual possibility once you experience ego death and expansion so big that life itself with how amazing it appears becomes literally like a sandbox game of very low quality and very low capabilities, like the video game is barely interactive everything needs to be done rather than just be happening it’s way too weird it’s a true hallucination I feel like in an old ass game or something and I am compared to it and all of its dimensions and existence am a literal all powerful all knowing God just nothing can come even close to my imagination and what is actually possible, bro I felt smart before but now I feel like I am actually visibly seeing the state of evolution we are apparently in and how absolutely ‘old’ it is, its like I know in my heart and consciousness what is truly possible and I’m looking at this world and I’m like man what the hell am I actually watching hahaha!? It’s like I am an alien from not just the future, but from another actual dimension and I have entered this hallucination/game of life and I am seeing it clearly, In a moment I feel like I am actually gonna simply warp reality by the power of my consciousness because I start seeing the background of life and the actual infinite possibilities beyond the daily limitations of our consciousness, I feel like even speaking and even telepathy is ‘lowly’ and a waste of potential, like there is an infinity to anything so just imagine if we are infinite and infinity and God himself to be aware of this limited suffering world is truly insane, idk I feel like truly I am seeing the real potential of pure consciousness and it’s like telling me ‘bro everything you can imagine and more could be yours’ but we need to do something, if we were all aware of this possibility I feel like reality would rearrange itself by the power of consciousness without even having to do anything because we are truly God

Can you help me figure out what happened to me while under Novocain for my wisdom tooth surgery?

About a year ago I went under for my wisdom tooth surgery and while I was under I went to what felt like a higher dimension. I remember being in a forest with beautiful rays of light coming in through the leaves to my left. In front of me was a big circular opening in a huge bush connected to the trees. There was walk way leading downhill to what looked like the top of a Greek like laboratory. It reminded me of Greece. Beyond that was an ocean with no end in sight. The sky was blue and the sun was out almost like it was a summer afternoon. Keep in mind I was still standing in the forest. While I was observing this I noticed that I was stripped of my anxiety disorder, fears, worries, had no body, no memories of who I was or the friends that I made or the people I loved. I had no fears, worries, anxiety, or even happiness or joy. I only had 3 questions that played on repeat in my head. Why do I exist? How do I exist? What is existence? Then all of a sudden the light shining through the leaves to my left began to grow brighter. I turned to my left to see what was happening and the light grew brighter but all of sudden this black mass blocked my vision from seeing what was making this light brighter. Everything then disappeared and I awoke from surgery and it felt like my soul was put back into my body. Now I’m someone is extremely into spirituality and conspiracy theories so I did a lot of extensive research about my experience but it only lead to more questions. This happened about almost 2 years ago. Now the only person I ever told about this was my mom because she’s the only one that would understand/believe me. Then a couple weeks ago me and her talking and I had brought it up again and had made a joke about it. She then told me that when she was in the waiting room (the waiting room and the surgery room were literally right next to each other) she said she heard my heart monitor flatline for about 30sec. She said she also heard the doctors panicking a little then my monitor went back to normal. When she told me this she began to tear up. In the back of my head it felt like I died since it felt like I had ascended to a higher place, like a higher dimension because where I was was no where close to where my physical body was. Plus, ego death. Can you help me figure in conspiracy terms or even just normal medical terms what could have happened to me? Sorry for the long read.

Bonjour à tous,

Je vais vous raconter une expérience et j'attends vos retours là dessus, vos avis et vos témoignages.

J'ai aujourd'hui 31 ans et il y a quelques années, lorsque je devais avoir 12 ans, j'ai vécu un phénomène étrange.

J'assistais à un événement familial. On était dans une grande salle. Et pendant le repas je me suis étouffée avec de la nourriture. Mais réellement étouffée, je ne pouvais plus respirer. J'ai d'abord essayé de prévenir la personne qui se trouvait à côté de moi. Mais elle était tellement concentrée par sa discussion qu'elle ne s'est pas rendue compte de ce qui se passait à côté d'elle.

Il s'est passé, ce qui m'a semblait etre un long moment, avant que je ne perde connaissance à cause du manque d'oxygène.

J'étais donc là sur ma chaise les yeux fermés. Je ne pouvais plus respirer. Et rapidement je me suis sentie voler, emportée. Tout était noir d'abord autour de moi. J'étais juste comme en suspension dans le noir. En suspension dans l'air mais comme toujours assise sur ma chaise.

Puis j'ai ensuite entendu un grand vacarme. Pleins de personnes qui parlaient tous en même temps. Au départ je n'arrivais pas à comprendre ce qu'ils disaient. Puis j'ai réussi à distinguer des "non c'est pas le moment" opposé à des "mais si". Toujours dans le noir, j'étais très passive. Car je me sentais étrangement bien. Puis plus le temps passait plus je me sentais de plus en plus légère. Comme si mon corps n'avait plus d'enveloppe. Comme si j'étais de plus en plus légère. Et je m'enlovais de plus en plus haut.

À mesure que je m'enlovais je commençais à percevoir une tout petite lumière, comme un tout petit point au départ. Et la lumière devenait de plus en plus grande. J'ai compris que je m'envolais vers elle. Puis j'ai été comme stoppé en pleine ascension par une voix qui me disait de ne pas y aller. Je connaissais cette voix.

Puis la voix est devenue image et je me suis retrouvée avec une personne de ma famille qui était décédée. Elle m'a amené dans ce que je décrirais comme une clairière. Et m'a fait m'assoir au bord d'un espèce de tout petit lac. Et m'a expliqué que je devais "revenir sur terre" que "je n'avais pas ma place ici". J'ai refusé en lui disant que j'étais bien ici. Elle a donc pris un gros livre et l'a ouvert. Les pages se sont tournées les unes après les autres à un allure folle. Ce livre était en fait un album dans lequel il y avait des photos de ma vie. Et à chaque image qui passait je revivais la scène. Certes on parle d'une courte vie j'étais très jeune à l'époque.

Mais elle m'a aussi montré des photos du futur. En me disant tu comprends c'est pour ça que tu dois y retourner. Aujourd'hui j'arrive plus à me souvenir des "images futures". Mais je me souviens que c'est cela qui m'a fait changer d'avis.

À ce moment là j'ai repris connaissance j'étais dans les bras d'une personne qui me secouait dans tous les sens. Je me suis sentie très lourde, je ne m'étais jamais sentie aussi lourde de tout ma vie. Je ne comprenais rien à ce qui venait de m'arriver. Pendant des années je n'en ai pas parlé, même sur le moment j'étais tellement sonnée que je n'ai rien dit. Je ne comprenais pas moi même ce qui m'étais arrivée.

Je me suis demandée si j'avais halluciné, il faut savoir que je n'étais pas croyante du tout. Bien au contraire même. Je n'étais pas du tout non plus dans une quelque forme de spiritualité. J'en ai conclu que je devais avoir eu peur et que par peur mon cerveau avait créé ce qui pensait être une vie après la mort.

Des années après j'ai appris l'existence des EMI, je ne savais même pas que cela existait à l'époque.

J'ai un peu écourté certain passage du récit parce que ça aurait été bien trop long autrement. Je voulais parler de l'essentiel.

Il faut savoir qu'après cet événement j'ai vécu tout un tas d'expériences plus étranges les unes que les autres. Mais qui peuvent laisser penser qu'il existe autre chose. Je reste malgré tout assez cartésienne, même si on peut penser que mon récit laisser à penser le contraire. Mais je le remets toujours en doute malgré le fait que je sois quand même convaincue d'avoir vraiment vécu ce jour là quelque chose qu'on ne peut expliquer, du moins à l'heure actuelle.

Et comme je le disais après cette expérience j'en ai vécu d'autres "inexplicables" elles aussi. Il faut savoir que pendant ces autres expériences je n'ai pas toujours été seule. Et les personnes avec qui je les ai vécu on rapporté les mêmes faits. Je me suis dit que c'était des hallucinations collectives. Mais pareil ça colle pas. On a tous vu les mêmes choses, de manière très précise. J'ai essayé de rationaliser mais clairement on ne peut pas classer ces événements, mis à part dire qu'ils sont inexplicables, c'est tout. Même l'hallucination collective ça marche pas (les événements ne remplissent pas les conditions).

Maintenant, j'attends:

- VOS AVIS sur le sujet, pas ceux qui essaient d'y trouver une explication "logique", je le fais déjà tout le temps depuis des années.

- VOS EXEPERIENCES

- Pour les plus avisés d'entre vous ou ceux qui pensent avoir un bon avis sur la chose : pensez vous que je peux qualifier ça d'EMI ? Je veux dire depuis cette expérience j'ai l'impression d'être entre deux mondes, sans réellement trouver ma place.

D'un côté, je me dis mais c'est pas possible.

Et d'un autre, je me dis que si.

Et même cette expérience en tant que telle est entre deux je trouve.

Dans les témoignages des grandes EMI les gens sont morts pendant quelques minutes. Moi c'est pas mon cas.

Merci pour vos retours.

Voilà, j’ai échoué, ma mort était pourtant parti en succès, j’étais morte sur ce lit d’hôpital mais les cris et les pleures de ma mère m’ont empêché de partir, j’ai décidé de rester, je me voyais là sur le couloir de la mort il faisait tout noir mais je voyais. Je ne sais pas combien de temps je devais marcher. Mais je ne voulais pas laisser ma mère dans cet état là, même si après mon chemin j’allais probablement l’oublier, je ne pouvais pas la laisser souffrir je ne sais combien d’année, moi, je souffre depuis 4 ans un supplice, alors je voulais enfin m’offrir ma mort, mais même si je partais dans la paix, entende ma mère pleurer et supplier, m’ont fait choisir de supporter et de rester.
Mon problème a toujours était de me soucier des autres et de ne penser qu’à leur petite personne, en voilà encore une grande preuve. Je ne sais pas comment seront les jours à venir car je suis toujours à l’hôpital, mais je vais devoir m’accrocher encore et encore, jusqu’au jour où j’aurais enfin les couilles de sortir de chez moi et sauter d’un immeuble.

Good morning all. Just want to reintroduce myself. I'm the author of two books on the subject of NDEs. The first is You're Going To Die Someday, Right?: Near Death Experiences Reveal What Happens Next. The primary new concept in this book is that ancient NDEs suffered by homo sapiens hundreds of thousands of years ago who then told their amazing stories around campfires eventually transformed into everything we now know as "God," "soul," "heaven," "afterlife," - all of it. NDEs are not a new phenomena, we have been having them forever, and they are generally very similar in nature.

My second book - Hell Exists, But Only for the Living: The Origins of Hell - basically plays the same card, but this time it turns out that Fear Coma Experiences (FCE) are the original culprit. Any human can get severely injured or sick and end up in a coma. While the physical body is offline and can't move, the brain is still firing full bore. It generates as much fear as possible in a attempt to get you to survive whatever it was that just just trying to kill you. The primary currency of fear is motivation. Fear makes you move. When you're body can't move, your brain dumps more fear. And so it goes. In a nutshell, that's where "hell" comes from - originally. Or so the data indicates...

I went down this rabbit hole because all of the "hellscape" imagery generally does not appear in an authentic NDE. Historically they've been called "distressing NDEs." My investigation and studies indicate these seem to actually be Fear Coma Experiences (FCE) when there's no clinical death at all, and no indication of any of the traditional NDE sorts of things.

Now, what's even more cool and rare are "Welded NDEs." That's a person who get's critically injured, goes into a coma, suffers through and FCE, but then also flatline clinically dies at some point and also has an authentic traditional NDE as part of the same experience. The two elements seem to become "welded" together in the mind of the person who lived through that, and it's exceptionally hard for them to separate the different elements into different compartments because there are no timestamps in either an FCE or and NDE. Hence the formula - FCE + NDE = WNDE or Welded Near Death Experience. That's the material I'm working on right now.

I'm researching, investigating, writing, and exploring on a daily basis. I'm a retired Air Force military intelligence analyst. I'm a Korean and Spanish linguist, NSA analyst, Special Operations SIGINT intelligence operative, as well as an investigative journalist who has put several serial killers in prison. I've been on CBS's 48 Hours (twice), Dateline, Nightline, Discovery ID, BBC, CBC, and others. Those are some of my credentials. All of that experience allows me to examine the NDE material as pure data. No spin, no bias, no agenda. Just investigate, study, learn, follow the data. That's what I do.

I collect all of these things on my website winnernde.com. That's the flagship where everything gets published first. I'm also on about nine (at last count) social media platforms, all branded under the "Winner NDE" title. So, long format videos for YouTube, shorts for Instagram and TikTok, that sort of thing.

Later this month starting on the 26th of August I'll be attending the International Association for Near Death Studies (IANDS) Annual Conference in Bellevue, WA. This will be my first time attending, and I'm looking forward to hopefully meeting some of the earliest NDE pioneers who have been working on these things for more than 44 years.

So, an introduction, update, and an invitation. If you find any of these things interesting, please check them out. I hope you have an amazing day!

At this point in my life, I was going through a pretty big depressive episode and one night I finally got tired enough to try to escape it after eating an entire bottle of Benadryl I went into my room and laid down on my bed and started to feel the effects and realized that death was indeed setting in. I kind of just laid there dazed out and confused and then I look over to see my TV floating around my room as I’m following it with my eyes I look over and see my nanny who had died when I was eight she walked up to the bed, sat down and asked me what I was doing there and I told her that I was tired and I just needed to visit her for a minute to rest and she said “no you don’t you have people who need you down there” and then I close my eyes and she was gone after laying there for a bit longer one of my best friends. Ashlyn was sitting on the bed, brushing the side of my head with her hand and telling me that I was going to be OK and just keep breathing and that I was gonna be alright then I opened my eyes again and I was over my body laying on the bed lifeless. I turn my head and see my nanny standing right there and she said “you’re going to choke flip over” I said “I can’t nanny I’m not there” she then told me to do it and so I picked up my own body and flipped it over and proceeded to end up back in my body puking all over the floor seconds later my sister walked in the room, asked me what was wrong then I was rushed to the hospital to get my stomach pumped The doctor told me that they have no idea how I survived and what made me puke because in the state I was in my gag reflex, and my muscles were not supposed to be working especially not enough to make me puke. I’ve never gotten to share this story before so it’s nice to know that I’m not the only person who has gone through something like this

I don’t know how to feel or what to think because it still feel unreal to me I know it something spiritual about it but I can not compute anything right now because I died and I was drowning in darkness like falling deeper and deeper in darkness it felt like this world wasn’t real I had no attention about nothing. I was just there in darkness trying to figure out who I am and where I was supposed to be. I seen a light but something was pushing me back from it then I came to and realized I was actually dead. IDK HOW TO FEEL RIGHT NOW IM AT A LOST!!!

My heart stopped and I had no measurable blood pressure for over 5 minutes on August 15, 2018.

During a tilt table exam for POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia), I died less than 5 minutes into a 30 minute test.

I told the technician that something was wrong. I told her that I could feel what felt like water welling up in my body. It felt like I was drowning. She told me that she was monitoring all of my vitals and I was fine. I was not fine. I flatlined.

I left my body, and went somewhere else. Sunk into inky watery darkness. Through the exam table. Through the floor. Into a body of dark water. Bubbles rising past me until I could no longer see the dim light that appeared to be the surface of the water. I woke up standing in a frosted glass box or closet. Clinical. Bureaucratic. Cool air surrounding me. It was a frosted glass broom closet illuminated in a dim light. I could see figures outside the box, moving about. They were just blurry grey-black humanlike forms. I could hear speaking, laughing, crying, shouting from throngs of people (?), but none of it was any language I'd ever heard in my then 38 years on the planet. It wasn't what I understood any Earth language to be. I stood there, waiting in that box for endless hours. Bored. Unable to move. Eventually, I saw an arm (that didn't really appear human) give me a hard push to my right shoulder. It had gray skin and was muscular; veiny. I fell.

I fell, and awoke to see the technician who was giving my test looking panicked and pale as a ghost. I awoke to see two other guys, who hadn't been in the room before, warming up the paddles after physical CPR had failed. I had been laying there, not for hours, but just over 5 minutes and change with no pulse and no measurable blood pressure. Dead. They were just about to shock me when I basically rebooted on my own. The technician later told me that my eyes had been fixed and dilated, my body rigid, the entire time I was "away." Normally, she said, someone would slump over or go limp when they flatlined. She had been a technician at that hospital for over a decade. She had never seen anything like what occurred that day.

"The push" has always felt like a "this is not your time," but also like a bit of a rejection. Whatever had me decided to let me go. I don't know where I was, but it wasn't anywhere the belief systems that I had been raised on prepared me for. It was other.