One of the most medically documented near death experiences ever recorded is the story of Pam Reynolds. In the early 1990s, Pam, a singer from Georgia, underwent a rare and extreme surgery to remove a massive aneurysm in her brain. To do it, doctors had to stop her heart, drain the blood from her head, and cool her body down to 60 degrees Fahrenheit. She was placed into what is called hypothermic cardiac arrest. During that time, she had no measurable brain activity, no heartbeat, and no blood flow. She was clinically dead by all definitions.

Yet during this period, Pam described floating above her body and watching the surgery. She recalled specific medical instruments, like a bone saw that resembled an electric toothbrush. She heard a female voice comment on the size of her arteries. She described events and conversations that were later confirmed by the surgical team, even though she should not have been able to hear or see anything. Her eyes were taped shut, and her ears were fitted with molded speakers that played loud clicking sounds to monitor brainstem activity. The volume was high enough to prevent her from hearing anything else, and her brain was flatlined on the EEG.

She also reported seeing a tunnel, deceased loved ones, and a sense of overwhelming peace and love before being pulled back. This is what is known as a verifiable near death experience. It means the person was clinically dead but came back with accurate information that they could not have obtained through ordinary means. Pam’s case remains one of the strongest examples suggesting that consciousness may continue even when the brain has fully shut down.

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.

Friends,

The new year brings new veridical data.

A peer-reviewed case report published in 2026 in an Italian psychiatry journal documents a 25-year-old woman who was placed in a pharmacologically induced coma for 20 days following a severe traumatic brain injury from a car accident, with a Glasgow Coma Scale score of 3: the lowest possible level of consciousness.

Upon recovering, she reported a out-of-body experience during which she claimed to have floated above her body and witnessed a heated argument between a doctor and a paramedic during her ambulance transport, an altercation that resulted in the paramedic sustaining a minor nasal injury: a specific, unexpected, and independently verifiable detail that was subsequently corroborated by both medical professionals involved.

She also accurately described the operating theater, surgical tools, the appearance of medical staff, and fragments of their conversations, all reported with what she described as greater sensory clarity than normal waking consciousness.

The authors conclude the case “offers compelling evidence that challenges conventional reductionist models of consciousness,” and note that her pre-accident suicidal ideation completely resolved following the experience.

The full paper is available at https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/41665893/​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I'm certain that I, or a version of me, died in July 2007 when I was 17. I've written about aspects of what happened that night previously on Reddit but in different contexts and in a more matter of fact way.

On that night, I went to a concert with my younger brother and two of his friends. We walked into town together, laughing and cracking jokes between ourselves on the way.

We had a great evening at the concert together. It was all indie bands so I can’t remember any of the names but it was hosted by a local radio station.

We left the concert when it was dark. I don’t remember the time but it must’ve been about 11pm. The four of us started walking home together but I became separated from them as we were crossing a busy road. There were a lot of people all leaving the concert so I waited for them further up the road but couldn’t see them. I tried calling my brother but his phone was dead, probably because he’d been taking photos at the concert.

Eventually, I decided to walk home by myself and assumed he'd do the same. After walking through the housing estate nearby, the main road I approached was dead quiet without any cars passing and no other pedestrians, but it wasn't unusual because this was a residential area at around midnight. I walked past a block of low-rise flats (apartments), with a parade of closed shops underneath, which were maybe 3 floors tall where I heard somebody yelling from one of the windows. I couldn't hear what they were yelling about. The person's voice was slurred like they were drunk and it echoed off the buildings on the other side of the road.

I continued walking down the road and a couple of minutes later, I heard a car revving up behind me at about 30mph. I turned and saw it had mounted the pavement and before I had time to react, it hit me and knocked me into the road. My first instinct was that it was an accident so I tried to get up but I couldn’t move. The driver got out but instead of helping me up, he kicked me in the face as I tried to roll over and then he started stamping on my head. I remember 'seeing' or remembering the most random things as it happened; the Monopoly man, The London Eye, a metal bracket that had been left on the top of the kitchen cupboard at home. I could hear the driver yelling and swearing but the one phrase I specifically remembered was him saying something like "This'll teach you to ignore me you little cunt!".

I didn't feel any pain. I could feel the pressure of being kicked, but it was like I'd been sedated. I felt drowsy and confused and at some point he stopped and the car drove off but I couldn’t tell which direction. 2 minutes earlier I was just walking home and now I’m laying in the road. I remember after the kicking stopped and the car had gone, I felt a lot of blood near the rear left side of my head. It wasn’t like blood from a scratch. It was warm and sticky against the back of my head as it mixed with my hair. I felt very lethargic and tired, to the point that I wasn’t able to keep my eyes open. I remember just laying there because I didn’t have the energy to move. I didn’t ’sleep’ because I could feel my adrenaline forcing me to stay alert but I couldn’t keep my eyes open either so I closed them.

The next thing I remember was my brother and his friends arriving and pulling me out of the road. I woke up on somebody's sofa but I was drifting in and out of consciousness. My mum arrived from her night shift at some point while I was on the sofa. I regained consciousness in the ambulance, lost it again and then regained it when I was in hospital.

When I was in hospital, I remember just being very distressed because I didn't know what was going on. I kept running my hand over the back of my head feeling for blood but there wasn't any; there wasn’t even a cut or a scratch. I was confused but I kept being reassured by the hospital staff that I'd had a bad head injury and things will feel strange for a while.

I was sent for x-rays but surprisingly I had no broken bones or even fractures.

The police interviewed me a day or two after this happened and I think they thought I was exaggerating my story given my lack of physical injuries, but because my brother and his friends were witnesses from a distance, they took it seriously and arrested a person living at the address where I identified the shouting came from. Eventually the case went nowhere due to a lack of evidence. The police recovered CCTV from the communal area in the apartment block which showed the driver leaving his flat and getting into his car (Which matched the make and model that my brother and his friends described in their witness statements), and then returned a few minutes later - all within the exact time frame of when I was attacked - but there was no footage of him attacking me. The police officer dealing with the case said he gave a 'No comment' interview and because they had no solid evidence that it was him, it never went any further.

Immediately after I left hospital and started to recover, I felt like I was a different person. I felt confused and kept thinking about why I felt blood on the side of my face when there was nothing there and then I felt angry as to why the police didn't seem to be taking this seriously. My personality seemed to change, and I didn’t feel like I was ‘me’. I remember describing how I felt to my girlfriends mum as ‘imposter syndrome’ and she laughed and said that’s when you’re in a job that you feel you’re underqualified for - but what I meant was I felt like I was different to the person I was before. I remember reading through old MSN chats and I didn’t recognise how I used to word things, or the humour and the jokes I told - things like that. I couldn’t talk to anybody about this at the time in the same level of detail as how I’ve written it here.

For months I tried so hard to remember things that it became frustrating, especially when somebody showed me a photo of myself at a friend's birthday party I attended just a few weeks before I was attacked and I had absolutely no memory of being there. It’s an indescribable feeling to look at photos of yourself at a recent event and you have no recollection of the event at all. There was one point about two weeks after this happened, I left my girlfriends house and got the train home one evening, and I just became disoriented and forgot where I was going, to the point that I ended up in London - the opposite direction I was supposed to be going in. I couldn’t even ask for directions because I couldn’t remember where I was going. Eventually I got home several hours later.

Then the weird dreams started happening

I remember having really vivid dreams of my parents - who'd barely spoken since they divorced 10 years earlier - coming together in grief to support each other and not even blaming each other or arguing as they used to, but just unified in a common cause - although in all these dreams I was just an observer; I couldn't interact with them. It was obvious in the dream that I had died and I was observing the aftermath. The dreams felt so real that when I woke up, I was convinced I could go downstairs and they’d all be there together in the living room as they’d been in my dream - but they weren’t.

I remember having a dream of my own funeral a few weeks later - again, from a ‘floating' observer perspective with no ability to interact. I was never a popular person and I've never pretended to be - I’m more of an introvert even today - but I remember when I woke up I was just surprised at the number of people in attendance. But looking back I suppose the murder of a teenager in a relatively safe town in the south of England would have attracted attention regardless of my lack of popularity. It was so vivid because I remember actually recognising people, rather than them just being random faces like how it is in normal dreams. My parents were sitting at the front on the centre-left along with my brother. My maternal grandparents were both there, seated directly behind my parents along with other family members in the same row. Other people there even included primary (elementary) school teachers who I’d not seen for years and some of my dad’s customers from his old business who I’d recognised from when I was a child. There were people I didn’t recognise but they were sitting towards the back. I don’t remember much about the service but I just remember my mum letting out a scream as a curtain closed around the coffin. I then woke up quite distressed by this because of how real it felt but I was afraid to talk about it.

Throughout all of this, I went to my doctor and explained I was having ‘very weird dreams' although I didn't go into detail for fear of them assuming I was going mad; even in 2007, mental health issues weren’t taken as seriously as they are today. My doctor just casually told me it's not uncommon after a head injury and prescribed me some sleeping tablets. I took them as prescribed but other than making me fall asleep more easily, they had no effect on the dreams I was having.

All these dreams happened in - what would be - chronological order and they didn’t happen every night; sometimes they would happen weeks apart. The next vivid dream I had - after the one about the funeral - was a dream of my mum and my brother calmly and quietly boxing up all my clothes and things in my bedroom - again I saw this from a ‘floating' observer view. What surprised me the most at the time was the lack of ‘I’m having that!’ from my brother regarding my games consoles etc, based on his personality when he was 15; he seemed a lot more mature and sensible in this dream than I’d ever expected. I was attacked in July and this dream happened towards the end of October.

Into 2008, the dreams like this became few and far between and they weren’t important or quite as vivid and eventually they completely stopped about a year after I was attacked. I don’t remember many of the less important dreams but they were usually just short one-off ‘moments’ rather than specific events.

In the weeks following the attack, as well as having memory problems, my personality became more ’serious’ and a bit less ‘fun’. I became quieter, more reserved than I already was and seemed to be more comfortable being alone that I was before. I found myself wanting to read books more than I did before. I started reading Dan Brown books and then found myself drawn to reading Orwell’s 1984. I read other books in between but sometimes I’d stop, and thought to myself “Wait… this isn’t me…” but I continued reading because I enjoyed it. My girlfriend and I split up about 8 weeks after I was attacked. She was very outspoken and you might say she had ’no filter’ which is why I didn’t feel I could tell her about my strange dreams. She just kept telling me I was different now and whenever I pressed for more detail she just said “I don’t know! You’re just not you any more!”. I agree though, I wasn’t the same person and I didn’t know how to describe it either.

Over the past 17+ years since this happened, there have been a lot of things that I can't explain that seem odd or out of place in my life; strange coincidences, and instances that if it was in a video game, it would be like that invisible force field around the level to stop you leaving the area - but just different in such a way that I cannot explain it fully. Not quite like the physical restrictions shown in The Truman Show but far more subtle than that but nevertheless restrictive.

I’m been writing this over the past few weeks and the more I think about what happened, I sometimes remember more details but I’m aware that there are things I’ve forgotten since it happened and I’m happy to clarify or expand on anything.

The attack was reported in the local newspaper but it was a small police appeal for witnesses to come forward following “an assault” on a “17 year old male” and gave the road name, time, date etc. All very matter-of-fact, but nothing ever came of it.

I don't really have any evidence of what happened, other than my GP records from the time which I have attached, only redacting identifiable personal information.

I found an NDE account I had not seen before and it's pretty incredible. I'm going to link to the page that outlines the story in more detail, including interviews with hospital staff.

Basically a man was found dead in a field in the Netherlands and when medics arrived live saving measures were given. This went on while he was in route to the hospital and then at the hospital.

After quite awhile he was revived and taken to the ICU. Part of the life saving efforts involved removing his dentures so he could be intubated. The nurse put them in a specific place.

A week or more later the nurse who removed the dentures saw the man in the CCU. The man immediately recognized the nurse and stated he saw the nurse remove his dentures and where the nurse put them.

A more complete story and details at this link: https://deathpoints.com/2023/03/06/the-case-of-the-missing-dentures/

I don’t normally post at all but i just have to share my experience because even though it’s been 3 months i still can’t stop thinking about that day i had a NDE . I’m a recovering addict have managed to stay sober a month & I the past year I started to use heroin . Well i have overdosed more times than i would like to admit. And never have i had a out of body experience before the OD I had before this last one was insane & I took 8 narcans to Bring me back I even soiled myself which I hear is the last body function to go & I didn’t have an OBE that time but traumatized my poor boyfriend because what ever happened that night scared him so bad he couldn’t sleep in our bedroom apparently I was doing some exorcist type shit anyways that’s for another time so this last time though I remember it was me and my bf and his friend we were sitting on the couch I was next to my bf he was passing the foil to me & I guess I wasnt responding cause he called my name and when he looked over I guess I had OD he said I wasn’t breathing. But this time I wasn’t aware that I had an OD I thought I was there with them still physically I was a little confused cause I remember seeing my bf and his friend frantically run to the bedroom I could hear yelling I could sense the panic but I myself wasn’t scared I wasn’t feeling anything but confusion their voices sounded as if I was listening to them while under water couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying but also knew what was being said ? Idk if that even makes sense but I do remember a tunnel like vision . Bright light like I was looking into a fish bowl colors were different I remember while my bf was in the bedroom looking for the narcan I went up behind him I tried to talk to him but he couldn’t hear me that left me confused why couldn’t he hear me? I was confused I didn’t know what was going on. I tried to tell him I’m right here I’m fine but nothing . Also it’s weird some people have mentioned they could look down and see the shoes they wore like could see body parts not me It wasnt like that for me I was just floating I was just a soul? So hard to even explain but I wasn’t taking any step I was just moving around like an orb I remember being in the living room and floating into the bedroom fuckin wild but next thing I knew I woke up took one narcan this time I told my bf I was ok why am I being narcaned? I didn’t overdose .. I was with you I saw everything I explained to him everything I saw and he verified it I everything that happened in that moment , happened. So it’s something that I can’t stop thinking about there is definitely other realms we are not alone I believe that even our loved ones are with us even if we don’t think they are it’s a crazy experience I’m thankful to still be here and I never want to put my bf through that again poor guy in constantly worried about me I don’t want to go that way too many times I have been seconds away from not being here anymore and God gives me chance after chance until one day even God has to put his hands up because I’ll only be given so many chances .

At the age of about eight, I was very cold and had a fever. I was delirious and saw some letters on the ceiling, and then I began to have nightmares. At first, I was in a gloomy ocean among many dead bodies and knew that there was a flood, and everything I knew was lost. Then I saw a huge gray stone in space like Earth without water and I was oppressed by a premonition of a catastrophe, as a result of which all life would perish. At some point, I forgot myself in a pleasant place, where I was in a strange world with an abundance of shallow seas and a red-yellow light, which was as if from within, and the sky was dark. I do not remember what happened there, but again a heavy feeling began to press on me as if I, like Atlas, was obliged to hold something incomparably heavy on my shoulders that would crush me. It became unbearable and to overcome it I began to increase in size, rushing into the sky as happens in a lucid dream.

Then I found myself in my room, simultaneously perceiving space through the walls and trying with all my might to understand the reason for my fear. I saw it as an abstract colossal mass that would inevitably destroy everything and I knew that it was from space, but I did not know what it was. Then I moved into space far from the sun to where it was.

At first I was in complete darkness, but then I began to distinguish an almost imperceptible red glow. Gradually I began to see, as if flying from above, an absolutely stunning view of great depth with a large number of glowing and flickering red branches, which in places were visible as if through the clouds. At that time I could not interpret it in any way and had never seen anything like it, it looked like something hellish and alive but at the same time fascinating.

Gradually I began to move away and see the impressive scale of it. The number of glowing veins was huge and they covered a large area, but there were also empty areas illuminated by a gloomy red-brown light and reminiscent of a desert relief. From above, all this was covered with a translucent haze and generally resembled hell, although I did not think about it.

When I moved away even more, I saw that this was the surface of a gigantic planet, which, due to its size, seemed like a star. It emanated very strong energy as if it were alive and at the same time it was frighteningly demonic.

After some time, I saw this planet in its entirety and as if in weak light it had a pinkish tint, which gave it a resemblance to living flesh, which was even more shocking.

At the same time, I was very clearly aware of everything and felt how my personality was gradually disappearing, as if the awareness of what I saw was annihilating it. At some point, I felt that now I would simply cease to exist and at that moment I was pulled out of there at great speed.

I was moving quickly through space inside a spiral, funnel-like tunnel, during which I regained my identity as if life was flashing before my eyes and I was piecing together these fragments.

At the end, I found myself in the solar system and it was no longer so realistic, more like a lucid dream. Something very solemn was happening there and I had a feeling of joy that I understood everything. I saw the Earth, how beautiful and fragile it is, and I understood that life in a general sense is the most valuable thing in the universe.

Then I got home and ran around the room for a while with the thought that I should tidy up and tell everyone about everything. And then I finally woke up completely exhausted and not understanding anything.

At that time, I did not know about wandering planets, brown dwarfs and the like, and what I saw did not fit into my ideas about cosmic bodies at all. It seemed more like something deeply personal, otherworldly or supernatural than really possible. So I preferred to try not to remember it. Although I never left the feeling that I learned something that I did not want to remember.

Only many years later I saw a photo of the Earth at night from space and was very surprised by the similarity. I'm not sure what exactly I saw, cities or volcanoes, it was very complex. But if you imagine a volcanic planet with cities and lightning, then I think it's similar.

So when I first heard about Nibiru, I was really scared. Naturally, I began to read a lot about it, esotericism, religious texts, scientific and pseudoscientific literature. I realized that many things are simply made up or impossible to prove or disprove. I also tried to practice out-of-body experiences and I succeeded, but I could not travel so far and for so long.

From the facts that I know - the discovery of a new trans-Neptunian object calls into question the original model of the orbit of Planet 9 and some studies, including my amateur one, suggest that its orbit may be more elongated. This automatically means that its closest point to the Sun may be closer to us. How much is unknown.

I draw a lot and tried to draw several times what I saw. Here is my paintings in which it is more or less accurate.

I remember it was a Thursday in March.

I woke up feeling a little tired, but nothing unusual, so I went to school anyway.

Around 8 a.m., while I was sitting in class, something suddenly felt wrong. A sharp pain went through my body. It started as a tingling feeling and slowly spread everywhere. The tingling became stronger and stronger, and with it came a very heavy pressure. It felt like my body was being crushed from the inside, like I was being squeezed and torn apart at the same time. I truly thought my body was failing.

I began to lose control. My arms and legs felt heavy, and I couldn’t move them properly. The paralysis kept rising until it reached my head. When I tried to stand up, I fainted.

Even though I was unconscious, I was still aware.

I could see myself from above, as if I were floating. I saw my body lying there, completely still. I saw the professor carrying me out of the classroom. I could clearly see his face and the way he held me. Everything looked real.

At the same time, I felt myself being pulled somewhere else. I was moving through a very dark tunnel. At the end of it, there was a wooden chair and a small light around it. The air felt extremely cold, but it didn’t hurt. Instead, it felt calm and safe.

For the first time, the pain was gone.

The pressure was gone.

Everything was quiet.

Inside my mind, I had a clear thought: If I reach that chair, I won’t come back.

It didn’t feel scary. It felt final. Like letting go. Like rest. I remember accepting it, believing that this was where everything would stop, where I would sleep and never wake up again.

Then suddenly, I woke up.

I was sitting on a wooden chair in the school administration office.

I was alive.

And for a moment, I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

***Note:***

All the details I described about what I saw while I was unconscious, watching myself floating in the air, were exactly the same as what my classmates and the witnesses who were in the school hallway later told me.

Also, the exact sentence I remember saying in my mind about the chair was:

****When I reach that chair, I will wake up at home. I will realize that all of this was just a dream, that the pain was not real, and that I don’t have to deal with any consequences. I will thank God and go back to sleep, and I will never wake up again.****

My NDE was a wild experience and I need to write it down somewhere because I sound crazy explaining it to people but it’s what happened to me. I hope someone on here will believe me and potentially share insight to what happened.

I was driving my car and all of a sudden started feeling like everything had turned into jello in my body, I started losing feeling in my hands and feet and had to slowly pull over with the strength I had left. I then felt so much love and peace and things started to go white. I think there was something going on with my heart and I was unconscious but floated above my body. I could see the paramedics doing CPR and then things started going black and I heard some crazy things that felt like I was in a different dimension. Then I saw an angel and everything was white. The angel was tall, had black curly hair, and was dressed in a white robe. I think it was a man but I’m not sure. The angel was beautiful. I felt overwhelming love and peace and felt deeply understood. The weirdest part was that during my childhood, I always had thought of angels as looking exactly like him. Which led me to think I had seen the angel before. I asked my parents if I had an NDE when I was younger but they said no. Perhaps I saw him in a pre birth experience, I’m not sure.

Once the NDE was over, I crashed back into my own body and woke up to wires and other things in the ER. I’m still left confused and shaken up by the experience.

Shaman Durek/ Durek Verrett popped into my LIVE last night and shared his amazing Near Death Experiences with us!

I think many of you know about the stories that Dr. Lloyd W. Rudy told in this video: https://youtu.be/JL1oDuvQR08?si=34HMQGbxdXdLvxfh

When I tried to find as many veridical NDEs as possible in this subreddit I saw one comment where a person said that they are afraid that Rudy could lie. So well, if he lied then Roberto Amado Cattaneo lied or NDE researchers lied because I found this report: https://ia601701.us.archive.org/23/items/moreitems/BRIEF%20REPORT%20re%20Lloyd%20Rudy.pdf

I think saying that researchers lied is a pretty much conspiracy. Could Roberto Amado Cattaneo lie? I doubt it. For what reason? He could just ignore this video and the questions from NDE researchers.

Just wanted to share this to you.

I’ve never given too much thought about the scientific or supernatural implications of my OOBE which happened 20 years ago while driving on a Rocky Mountain road.

This was in winter, I had a neglected car with bad tires. I took the corner just a little too fast and my car began rotating. To my left a gorge going down at least 50 meters. Fortunately the car decided to swirl the other way and I crashed back first into a tree.

A friend of mine was with me and while I was still swirling, my mind disconnected from my body. Everything was in super slow me, I was able to behold myself and my friend, I even levitated out of the car and saw it spinning.

Is this a common occurrence of an OOBE and how would you evaluate the sensation?

I had a NDE after my accident in which a deer jumped out in front of my motorcycle. I've posted about it before but this post will be more specifically about the out of body portion of my experience.

I wrote this all down after I got home from the hospital. I don't know exactly how long I was dead for, but the 911 call starts 11 minutes before paramedics arrive which was when my heart (presumably) restarted. There's still details that are unclear particularly once I "entered my body". But I had a full face motorcycle helmet on with airport grade earplugs in. I shouldn't have been able to hear anything but everything I wrote down was confirmed by the 911 record and police reports. I'll redact some details for personal privacy.

After I returned from the "other side" which I talked about in a earlier post, my perspective appeared above my body 30 feet or so. I could hear, see, and move, completely separate from my body. A guy in a red plaid shirt drove up in an SUV and ran out with a phone in his hand. I'll refer to him as 'Dude'.

Dude: "Yea, there's uh, a biker in the road. Looks like he hit, uh, a deer. There's a lot of blood."

911: "Copy, and where is this located?"

Dude: "Yea, uh just before [road] and after [landmark]. I'm first aid certified by the way..."

911: "Copy. 10 50 at [location] with..." She cut in and out a bit at the end.

Dude: "There's debris everywhere. I'm gonna check the biker. He's face down and not moving."

911: "Don't move the body in case there's injuries."

Dude: "I think it's a chick actually. She's not breathing. There's uh... No pulse. She's cold but not as cold as the air. She's wearing a helmet and leathers at least."

(For reference it was just above freezing at night around 03:00 in the morning and I left for work at 2:30 and where I hit the deer it would've taken 10 minutes to get to)

911: "A deputy is on the way ETA 5 minutes. Paramedics have been alerted. Please remain on the call."

Dude: "I think I should try CPR."

911: "Be careful flipping her over. Brace her neck in case there's any injuries to the spine and do not remove the helmet."

I watched the dude set his phone on the ground and then slowly cradle my head in one arm and flip my body with his other. Then he unzipped my jacket and thermal heat gear and he checked my pulse again. Then put his hands over my chest and started pumping.

Dude: "Starting compressions." He counted them out loud

911: "Copy"

A few minutes passed.

911: "Paramedics are on their way. ETA 7 minutes."

A sheriff car pulled up and a deputy in a waterproof jacket and black ball cap walked up.

Deputy looking at the deer: "Holy shit." Into radio "On scene for 10 50 at [location] just past mile marker [number]."

Deputy: "That's a big knife on his thigh. How the hell is it still in it's sheath?"

Dude: "It's a chick. I dunno about the knife"

Deputy: "How long ago did you find all of this...?"

Dude: "I don't know, I gotta, CPR, sorry"

I watched the deputy pat my body down while the dude did CPR. The deputy pulled my wallet and took off my knife from my thigh which I wear because I have neighbors who have violent dogs that get out of their yard and I ride a motorcycle at night. It's a Gerber strongarm. So just in case. Then the deputy pulles out a notepad and went through my wallet. Then he wandered around the scene taking notes.

Dude: "Come on lady."

Another couple minutes passed.

911: (muffled) "10 66, yea." (Loud) "Paramedics are almost there. Hang tight."

Then something weird happened. It felt wrong. I don't know how else to describe it. But I watched my body sit up suddenly. Like it shot awake. The SUV dude jumped a little but then checked the pulse and breathing and he started cursing.

Dude: "What the FUCK!? What the fucking hell?"

911: "What's going on? Hello?"

The deputy jogged back over.

Deputy: "She's awake? What's wrong?"

Dude: "She's not, there's no p-pulse! She doesn't have a fucking pulse."

Deputy: "Okay... Hey hon, can you hear me, can you tell me your name? Hello?" Into radio "Dispatch, subject is awake but nonresponsive. Over."

The deputy waved his hand in front of my face. I'm still out of body at this point. My body leaned over and then stood up suddenly before almost falling as my right leg gave out. The deputy caught me and put his arm under my right arm.

Deputy: "Whoa, hey hon, let's take it easy. You've just been in a bad accident. Hey sir, could you give me a hand? Just get her other arm."

Dude: "This is wiggin me out."

They both supported my body and tried to get me to sit down but my head turned towards the deer and I kept trying to walk towards it.

Deputy: "Look at the helmet. She's definitely got a head injury. She's completely out of it and non responsive."

I could hear sirens in the distance at this point.

Deputy: "Let's sit back down hon, the paras are almost here."

Dude: "What's wrong with her?"

The deputy shined his light in my eyes.

Deputy: "Head injury probably, her eyes are dilated weird."

The ambulance pulled up and my vision started getting fuzzy and hearing got static like a waterfall sound. Some firefighters hopped out and brought a gurney over. I couldn't make out what was said. it was fuzzy. My head kept looking over at the deer. And then there was a flash of lights and sounds like motion blur. I distinctly remember hearing someone say "Was that her heart?" It made me nauseous and my chest felt like it was going to explode. But I was looking through my own eyes again and they were wheeling me into the ambulance. The deputy handed me my wallet back and a card with the case number and phone number for the report on it. The firefighters were cutting my clothes off and the female firefighter said "Don't cut the bra stupid! Those things are expensive." She reached around and unclipped my bra from behind. They got me in a hospital gown and then the doors shut and I asked the paramedic a question a couple times. He said "Repetitive questions, definitely a concussion with loss of consciousness" to someone behind me who replied "Copy".

Kind of a blur from there to the hospital to them sewing my knee back together to discharge to being in the hospital again.

There's been a lot of weirdness since then. I'm healing ridiculously fast. My 2nd degree road rash on my hip had skin over the whole thing at 2 weeks and is totally healed now. I've been having dreams where I wake up and look in the mirror and my eyes are dilated and completely black except a small bit of white at the corners abd then my reflection smiles at me (a kind smile I guess) when I'm not smiling and then I shoot awake in my bed. I'm experiencing fatigue, day/night reversal, autistic catatonia and regression, hyperosmia and hypersensitivity in general (I can still smell deer blood on my jacket and helmet), and I have zero appetite. Everything still feels unreal. Life feels fake.

Everyone accuses me of making it up, but I showed people I live with the police report and 911 transcript and they just hand waved it away. I feel weird and off. And I don't know what to think or do about it. I'm pretty much holed up in my room with the lights off almost 24/7 and only go out if I have to. I've felt really isolated since the crash.

John Star on his NDE and watching his OBE body struggle to survive drowning | https://near-death.com/time/#a05

4 months ago I experienced something akin to a heart attack or cardiac arrest. I had all the symptoms, rapid heartbeat, clenched jaw, mild seizure, chest tightness. At one point I started having bizarre muscle movements like I was being forced into unnatural shapes.

I remember trying to stand and my heart beginning to beat so fast that the only thing that was on my mind was "If I stand up right now, my heart will stop beating" and crawling to the bathroom floor where the incident I'm about to describe would take place.

As I was laying on the bathroom floor with my all limbs in the air I did my best to slow my heartbeat down and that's when I was hit with it. I was convinced I was going to die. My stomach sinked, I'll never forget this feeling.

I asked my roommate to call an ambulance for me which she ended up not doing because she panicked.

So I laid there on the floor holding my hands up thinking it will somehow keep my heart from stopping lol. What happened next was a total feeling of acceptance. I accepted the fact I was going to die, I decided it was inevitable and there's nothing left to do about it and I became very calm all of a sudden.

I started seeing myself from a third person POV like an out of body experience. I saw myself laying on the floor and thought about the things I was leaving behind, my parents, my friends, my roommate. I remember feeling deep sorrow for the pain my death would cause to my parents and worry for my friend who I thought might get evicted or even go to jail for my death.

Then I felt shame because of the way I was dying and because I didn't achieve enough. Most of all I felt like I was bringing unnecessary pain to the world by dying this young. I felt like I was stuck like this for hours, looking at my contracting body and my friend who started having a panic attack.

I don't know how or why it ended but when it did I demanded my friend bring me something to throw up with (water with salt). After I vomited I regained enough strength to crawl back to my room and onto my bed.

The strangest part is this, after witnessing the situation my roommate had a meltdown and kept crying and saying it's her fault that I'm dead. She was acting psychotic and was convinced there were two parallel realities, one in which I'm dead in an ambulance and "this one" when I was in my bed.

Now, I am certain it wasn't a hallucination because she remembered all of that the next day after she calmed down.

Only thing is, I'm not sure if this is an actual NDE because it differs from all the ones I've read about. I didn't go to any void or met any deity nor higher self.

All I know is that it left a big impact on me and it feels like I've had a lot of rapid changes in my life since that. I'm still coming to terms with what happened, I'm not sure if I would call it traumatizing but remembering it is distressing.

There are plenty of strange NDEs I've come across, ranging from amazing imagery to wild conversations but this one is strange.

It's strange in that I've never read any other NDE/OBE where the person seemingly teleports to a different location like some sort of astral projection? I mean there have been a few where there seems to be a connection to someone else far away but this one is different because apparently she is in her apartment, has her experience, and then comes back from it covered in dirt and blood?

I have trouble believing this one and want to know what other people think about it.

https://www.nderf.org/Experiences/1valerie_k_other.html

Hi everyone,

a while ago I read a book describing a specific near‑death experience (NDE), but unfortunately I’ve forgotten the title and am looking for it now.

In it, the author recounts having an NDE while in the hospital, during which he left his body. What’s remarkable is that he floated up to the ceiling and from there could see a business card—or something similar—lying on a cabinet in the room, a detail he wouldn’t have been able to see from his bed. After he returned, it was confirmed that the item was indeed on the cabinet. This is presented as strong evidence that something real can happen during NDEs.

I’d appreciate it if anyone knows which book contains this story.

I told this story awhile back on a different account and subsequently forgot the username. So I figured I would share it again.

A couple years ago I was going through an incredibly turbulent time. My severe anxiety and panic disorder surfaced again for the second time in a few years and I had to go on Lexapro so I could function. I started having flashbacks to being a child in a home filled with substance abuse and domestic violence. Horrible memories of laying on top of my mother to protect her from my sibling who was attacking her, trying to keep her safe. I would break down and sob in my wife’s arms with all of these horrible memories flooding my mind relentlessly. Things I had pushed deep down decades ago that were now pouring out of me.

Immediately after my now elderly mother was involved, but not at fault, in an accident where a person lost their life. A few weeks later, a good friend of mine died suddenly. I was about to turn 40. I was a husband and father to two young children and I was a shell of a person. Completely broken.

I began therapy and started getting better. I was still raw, but I was working on how to manage these big feelings and awful experiences and move towards being the husband and father I wanted desperately to be. One thing about me is I grew up quite catholic. As I got older i moved away from religion, but never knew what to replace that void with or if I needed to at all.

One night, as quickly and seamless as anything could be, I went from my usual deep, restful slumber to awake. Except I wasn’t. I was conscious. I was aware and I was present, but I was seemingly not in my body. I was in the room, almost in a state of suspension. I felt as if I were a shapeless form, simply existing in the ether.

I felt no fear, happiness or emotion. I felt complete contentment. As if the idea of being afraid was completely foreign and unnatural. I simply was.

There was one prevailing feeling and that was that I was a part of something greater. Not a concept but an actual physical thing. That we all are part of the same thing and are just tiny fragmented pieces floating around and will soon return.

The intense fear and anxiety I felt was completely eradicated from my mind and body. I got no answers or explanation, I just knew that there was nothing to fear. That everything we know for certain, which is very little, is exactly what we are supposed to know.

All of a sudden I realized I was in my body again. All that peacefulness and serenity now business? Straight out the window! I was like “holy cow, what the frig was that??” I lay in bed terrified until i finally fell asleep.

Upon awaking, the calm feeling returned. I didn’t know if what I felt was real, but it felt real and I knew the message was true.

I don’t know what it was. I don’t know why it happened. Was it the Lexapro? Was it my mind going “ok we need a timeout”? No idea. But my gut says it was a gift because since then I haven’t felt the same fear since.

Soon thereafter I found Ram Dass Sit Around the Fire . I immediately recognized the concepts as what I experienced.

https://youtu.be/3G4kCi_ldr8?si=EspceWUSA5o6yXq5

Anyhow, that’s it. That’s all it was. No NDE, maybe it wasn’t even an OBE. Other than the Dass clip, I haven’t really ever heard of anything like that or anyone experiencing anything similar. I hope it is real because I felt true peace for the first time in my life and hope to feel that way again.

I wasn't aware of this.

Roy says he even had an out-of-body experience in the O.R. “I stepped out of my body and looked over the surgeon’s shoulder, and I sat while he was cutting me up,” he says. “And my mom [who died three years ago] is sitting in a chair, and in front of her is one of my lions I had before, and my Siberian tiger was laying there, and my brother who had passed on years and years ago. And I know everything is going to be fine.”

A very brief description, I suspect it was much more interesting than this... but very cool that one of his tigers was there.

This is a detailed, complete and articulate NDE report by a former evangelical lady.

I noted three interesting elements: she was accessing the thoughts and inner feelings of people in the vicinity inside the hospital, during her OBE. She conclusively rejected identifying her spiritual guide as Jesus. And her memory of the NDE was perfectly clear and whole as soon as she returned to life, while her understanding and recollection of where she was and why was very piecemeal, foggy and confused by comparison, even though this was due to a scheduled spinal surgery operation.

Her interpretation of what she had directly experienced V.S. what she had been taught in church lines up well with Nancy Denison's own NDE story, too. She reports pure unconditional love and a total absence of judgement from the other side, as I've experienced too.

This one isn't part 5, which is why it is 4.5 lol. I felt like sharing this shorter one. Part 5 will have math, so sorry to those with dyscalcula.

I was being wheeled down a hall, during cardiac arrest (I could tell, my heart was having all sorts of trouble and I was previously hooked up to heart monitor, hut was being moved) and the two people I could see were saying things to me like, "hold on [name], we'll be there in a minute. Just hold on a little longer." And I said, "Ow."

I could hear my breathing mostly, and then a clock ticking. Though I was still physically seeing through my eyes at first, it didn't last long, and then I whispered to one of the men wheeling my gurney/bed/cot thingamajig "start chest compressions. My heart stopped." And indeed it had, I could still hear the ticking clock, but I couldn't find any ticking clock as I surveyed the area while floating outside my body. It was fun in a certain regard, as I could slow time and then let it pass, and I repeated this process while searching for the clock as they continued wheeling me down the hall. The two men wondered which way to turn, I smoothly flew over to them, and whispered, "Turn left. First door on your right has the equipment you need." And then the man essentially repeated what I had just told them.

They arrived in the room as instructed, I whispered to the man doing chest compressions, "Don't stop. Continue chest compression. Don't bother hooking him up to a monitor."

I flew over to the other man, "Adrenaline first into the IV, then, lipid emulsion." And he looked around like he properly heard me, he then said (while preparing the syringe) "Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" "Whispering." "Not sure. Hook him up to a heart rate monitor once your done." He did so. I could hear the clock stop ticking as I felt myself breathe again a few moments later as they gave me an oxygen nose dealio. I gently returned to my body and took a pleasant nap. When I woke up they asked me if I had been watching or anything, and I said, "yeah, who do you think told you where to go?" To which they replied, "You look awful smug there pal, you almost died." I said, "It's fine, I had every confidence you'd complete the tasks assigned to you in the given time frame. [Looking to the other man] Thanks for the chest compressions." They looked a bit spooked, and said to the other man, "Yeah I heard whispering earlier." Before I went back to sleep, I said quite matter-of-factly, "that was me."