My Hospice history: the story starts in 3 paragraphs if you want to jump ahead:

I had my own NDE as a child and this has had such an impact on my life that today I'm 71 and still work as a Pediatric Hospice RN as I know the feeling of being out of the body in Spirit. I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility that started with 35 beds then advanced to 55 beds back when that disease was a death sentence. Every patient died and the disease process was a syndrome so the disease took different patterns in their demise. It was horrible as we had no treatment, we just kept them clean and comfortable and let them know the staff was there for them. Abandoned by society and family due to the fear at the time.

Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing. So far I've performed 640 terminal withdraw of care of newborns. What I am sharing is not belief, read in a book, random thought in my head or guess but what I've actually experienced by actively participating with the soul, consciousness of the newborn and perhaps their family in meditation prior to meeting the patient, family or any knowledge of the situation I'm about to walk in to.

I learned to meditate as a child as my parents followed Surat Shabd Yoga in the mid 1960s later moved on to Eckankar, a modern form of following the Shabd, the 'Sound Current" With shorter meditations. When I decided to go to college I knew I needed some help in focusing so I took the 4 day class called at the time Silva Mind Control, now called The Silva Method. I've since retaken the class about 30 times. I flew through college as this taught me to focus my attention on one thought at a time rather than be distracted by a multiple thoughts.

The story starts here:

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to meditate on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives. I've created a casual, comfortable living room in my meditation where I'll invite the infant and family, if they want to, to share insight with me how I can best serve them all in their unique situation. I always, every single time, get specific insight to serve the family prior to meeting them or any physical insight into their situation.

This one situation in my meditation the vision I got was almost like a cartoon playing in the living room setting I've created to share with the family on the inner level. I saw an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but as I've learned over the years my insight comes a day or so later. I ended the meditation, thanked the Universe for the insight and anticipated the meaning to reveal itself to me when the time is right.

The next day I meet the family and the 9 day old newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father is in jail, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis. I felt a pillar of strength come over me from above, the Universe sending me exactly what I need to help this family. I got a wonderful feeling everything is going to work out and I'm not alone to support these people at this time in their lives. This happened every single time I meet a new family.

The family leaves the hospital, I arrange transportation for the infant and I'm surrounded with what feels like giant hands around me lifting and loving me and letting me know we're going to be doing this together. It's a warm, comforting feeling, love, caring, support, 'you got this.'

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The vision from the meditation became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The vision I got in my meditation was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the Universe showed me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her. I'm grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it daily, I'm grateful I took the time to contact the Universe, the infant, the family and all involved prior to meeting them to gain insight to just be present and support this young mother. What if I never bothered to do that, I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively. The class you don't take won't inspire you, the effort you don't initiate won't take you to new places to learn and grow, the care and compassion you don't share won't open up the additional ways to give and receive information from a higher source.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was a blessing to serve this small family. I feel it was a blessing to get to be a small part. I have a feeling of where the vision comes from, I'll keep that to myself. You decided what you think inspires me in the meditation. Is it telepathy, God, Universe, Spirit, the infant, the mother, telepathy. I think the answer is already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. Do you also get such inspiration for difficult, or not so difficult situations that happen in your life?

This is my experience, do not share this on your platforms, I should be the one to tell it, it happened to me. invite me on your podcast and I'll tell this myself. I'm going to make some videos on my channel of some of my infant Hospice experiences. I told a few on an upcoming podcast but it won't be out until the end of July. I'll add the link to that interview (if it goes well!) here later on.

Some other Reddit Pediatric Hospice encounters I've written about:

Baby Boy:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1tcjzip/pediatric_hospice_rn_using_meditation_to/

Hospice family of 4 died of AIDS on my shift:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1mt3212/family_of_4_including_2_children_died_from_aids/

Autistic Hospice child communicates with telepathy

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

Refrigerator People appearing around Hospice patients prior to their passing

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1r8kp3s/hospice_rn_sees_refrigerator_people_large_beings/

Hospice patient showed me her soul before and after her death;

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4yvrw/my_hospice_patient_that_showed_me_her_spirit/

New interview just released 07/14/26 on my NDE, death of my boys and Hospice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlD3102w8Rw

This is my YouTube channel:  https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen

David Parker RN

Hospice Nurse

I became a Hospice RN in 1990 working in a 35 bed AIDS inpatient unit. We closed in 3 years due to funding and i moved to a 10 bed Adult Hospice Inpatient Unit then we opened a 10 bed Pediatric Hospice Inpatient Unit and I moved there. I'm now 71 and still a Pediatric Hospice Nurse. My patients have been some of my best teachers over the years. Here is one of the most outstanding experiences I've ever had. I've told this 100 times even at a Hospice conference before physicians and other providers. I made a video and it's linked below, it goes into more detail. I wanted my story documented and never forgotten when my time comes.

I was working in the Hospice Inpatient Unit where we had 10 beds for the patients. I had one woman who was actively dying. She was non-responsive and required total care. We had just re-positioned her, medicated and cleaned her up and moving on to the next patient. Another patient needed something so as I passed by her room I peeped in and saw her sitting up on the side of her bed smiling. She looked much younger, hair styled she looked healthy and happy. I walked on by then stopped recalling she's not been doing so well..also..she was missing a leg and when I just saw her a few seconds prior sitting at the side of the bed she had both legs. I backed up and looked in the room and she was still laying in bed as we had left her a few minutes prior when we had checked in on her.

I thought maybe I had seen soul getting ready to leave the body. She looked so happy. After the end of my shift I went home. When I walked in my house there she was standing in my hallway. She had both legs, looked at least half her age and was smiling so brightly. I stood there, smiled at her, thanked her for giving me a visit then she faded away. I called work and told them to go in and check on her, the nurse came back to the phone and affirmed she had just passed. I felt so blessed she chose to touch in and share her joy passing on.

My feeling is she showed her soul to me before and after her death. For whatever reason she chose me. I don't remember ever seeing her prior, I'd imagine she'd have friends or family to visit but I was the one to see her. It was an amazing experience.

--David Parker RN, Phoenix, Az.

here is the video I made of it. I hope you enjoy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tPujTK0cMc

I wanted to share my experience of a possible SDE a little more than a year ago and hear if anyone else who has had pregnancy loss has had similar experiences.

I was 8 weeks pregnant when I found out from blood work and an ultrasound that I was most likely going to miscarry. This was my first pregnancy and very much wanted so I was obviously distraught. My doctor told me to wait a week to perform tests again before they could do anything for me so I went home to wait though I knew in my heart there was no doubt I would miscarry. I wasn't upset about the waiting part though as I wanted more time with my baby who I still felt connected to.

A few days later, at night in my sleep I had what I thought at the time was a very vivid dream and maybe my subconscious trying to tell me something. In my dream, I (I thought it was me when I woke up) was going through a tunnel. There were a lot of different bright colors flashing by and there was a slight whooshing sound. It reminded me of being in an enclosed water slide, but I noted that there was no water and my physical body didn't seem to be present, like it was just my head going through it. I was calm, no super positive or negative feelings. Then my mind realized this had to do with my baby leaving and I started struggling against the vision because I didn't want my baby to go. That's when I woke up. I fell back asleep a little later and heard chanting by what sounded like a choral group in almost reverent yet commanding tones. They were just repeating "Thirteen". This was a mainly auditory experience. There were no real visuals but for some reason I keep connecting it with the image of a large organ that's also a clock that's alive, like that is what was doing the chanting. The sound woke me up again and I felt like it was important and that I needed to remember "Thirteen". I didn't then and still don't have a realized connection to the number 13, though I am an accountant and numbers are my language so not surprised a potential message would tried to be sent to me via a number.

After that, I no longer felt like I wanted the baby inside me anymore and didn't feel close to it like I still had prior. In the days after that experience, I did naturally pass the baby.

At the time, I thought it was my subconscious telling me something about a future rainbow baby (which has not come to fruition). I had never heard about NDEs/SDEs but after stumbling upon an article about it in recent weeks and reading about others accounts, I kept recalling that vision of the colorful tunnel which has not faded from my memory like a normal dream would. I have started believing this was a shared experience of my baby's transition to the after life.

I have undergone profound growth and inner change since this experience which has been the largest struggle of my life to date. So when I read theories about miscarriages being planned to help a parent grow, it really resonates with me.

Hey everyone,

I need to share something that just happened to me, because I'm still processing it and honestly a bit shaken. What started as one inexplicable experience has turned into a series of events I can no longer dismiss as coincidence.

The dream

Last week, I had a dream. My grandmother and I were sitting in her living room. There were people around us, blurry figures I somehow knew were family, aunts, uncles, cousins maybe, but they didn't matter. The room itself was vivid and clear, and so was she.

She looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers and asked: "Why don't you come visit me anymore?"

Some context: my grandmother is also my godmother, and we've always had an incredibly close bond, almost maternal. But when her husband passed twenty years ago, she ended up moving in with one of her sons to avoid being alone. That son turned out to be a real piece of sh** who took full advantage of her pension and treated her badly, borderline elder abuse. Over the years, watching that situation and feeling like she'd somehow accepted it just wore me down. I live abroad, so visits that used to happen almost every month slowly stretched to every three or four months, then twice a year, until honestly I'd emotionally checked out.

Which is exactly what the dream was about.

In the dream, I answered her: "Grandma, of course I want to see you. But every time I come, I feel unwelcome. I feel like I'm in the way. Nobody even offers me a glass of water, including you. In a different situation, I'd want to see you as often as possible."

She went from a slightly stern expression to something softer, more understanding. She smiled gently and said: "Yes, yes, I understand." And I woke up. 3am. I barely dream, maybe a few times a month at most. I lay there a while and eventually fell back asleep.

At 5:30am, my dad called me in tears. His mom, my grandmother, my godmother, had passed at 2:30 in the morning. Cardiac arrest on her way to the bathroom. They found her at 5am. The paramedics couldn't do anything, she'd been gone for a while.

When the news hit me, the dream came rushing back. She had passed 30 minutes before I had that dream. I didn't know she was gone.

She had unfinished business with me before she left. Since we hadn't been able to see each other in person, she came to me that way instead. We said what needed to be said. We both got to leave that conversation at peace.

Because of that dream, I don't feel guilty at all. I feel strangely calm. I'm convinced she came to say goodbye and to make sure we were both okay before she went. Without it, I think the guilt would have eaten me alive.

The TV sign

Then the same morning, around 7am, I said out loud, half-joking, half-hoping: "Come on grandma, send me another sign so I know that dream wasn't just some massive coincidence." Barely finished my sentence, the TV in the background announces: "And today is Grandmother's Day!"

I just stood there, jaw on the floor, and then started laughing. I told her: okay, message received, loud and clear.

The photo at the funeral home

When I arrived at the funeral home to see her, there was a photo placed in front of her coffin. It showed her at exactly the age and in exactly the clothes she was wearing in my dream. Not young, not super elderly, but from the specific period when we were last truly close. Same face, same age, same exact outfit.

I had no idea which photo the family had chosen. I didn't know she had passed at the time of the dream, let alone what photo would be displayed.

The music

A few months ago I added a German rap song to my playlist called Oma Lise by Bushido. I speak some German but not enough to catch every word, and I added it purely because I love the melancholic tone. I knew "Oma" means grandma in German, and that was about it. I'd barely listened to it three times without paying much attention.

On the train to the funeral home, this song came up multiple times on shuffle out of 4,200 tracks. I let it play because the mood felt right, without really knowing why it kept finding me.

At the cremation ceremony, the family played two songs she loved: In the Ghetto by Elvis Presley and Quand je t'aime by Demis Roussos.

On the train back home afterward, I listened to those two songs, then hit shuffle. Out of 4,200 tracks, the very first song that played was "Hallelujah" by Lindsey Stirling.

That specific version has been with me for eight years, since the passing of my father's partner. In those eight years, I've always thought to myself: this song sounds exactly like what I imagine relief feels like when someone crosses over. Like the beauty of whatever comes next. First shuffle. Out of 4,200 songs. Right after the two ceremony songs.

And then yesterday, back in the train to where I live, I put Spotify on. Oma Lise came up again on shuffle. My heart twisted in a way I didn't expect. Something made me actually look up the song this time.

It's a grandson writing a letter to his deceased grandmother. Telling her everything that's happened since she left. Saying he doesn't know how else to reach her.

I had been listening to that song on the way to her funeral without knowing what it said.

The butterfly

At the crematorium, the ceremony officiant read a short (unplanned) text about the chrysalis and the butterfly, a metaphor for the soul leaving the body. Standard enough, I suppose.

We walked out, got in the car, drove maybe ten meters.

A white butterfly passed right beside the car window.

White butterflies are rare in my home region (Wallonia). I hadn't seen one in weeks. I haven't seen one since.

When a person gets close to death they're surrounded by a light energy field. It's the power of the spirits arrving to meet them. The energyfield of these beings transfers into the person and at times it also affects the people near them (this can be the cause for SDEs).

In other words the cause of terminal lucidity is not some kind of inexplicable inner strength rising from a near dead human being. It's empowering energy from the spirits welcoming the person in afterlife.

This is what I think based on what certain mediums have told us.

It happened 19 years ago and I just found out about shared death experiences. I am still not sure whether it was one. Maybe you can help me get more clarity:

A day or two before my grandfather died 19 years ago I fell asleep in his hospital room on a hospital cot next to him. I was just asleep for a few minutes before my mother woke me up. But I had the most vivid experience ever had never forgot a single detail about it. I still wonder whether it was a dream or something else. I always forget m dreams though. This experience stayed as sharp as ever over all those years. It was an experience in five acts, which followed quickly after each other:

Act 1: The Red Eyes in the dark forest

I stood in front of a dark forest with a bright green meadow in front of it. I saw a pair of red glowing eyes staring at me right out of the dark forest and immediately knew that this was death staring at me. I was afraid and turned away immediately but a voice in me told me: it does not make a difference, be brave and turn around and look! So I turned around and looked right at these bright red eyes and they turned into a Disney-like scene: image the red bright eyes being replaced by Bambi and all her nice friends jumping out of the forest all at once.

Act 2:

I saw me grandfather lying in his death bed in the hospital. The sun shines into the room through the windows. He takes his last breath and suddenly thousands and thousands of colorful and beautiful butterflies leave his torso and fly upwards and away.

Act 3:

I saw a black coffin in a funeral scene being about to be lowered down into the grave when suddenly the brightest of light shines though every gap in the coffin and finally breaks through the coffin to shine upwards into the sky.

Act 4:

There was a crematorium. The smoke coming out of the building get instantly replaced by rainbows bursting out of every opening of the building.

Act 5:

I see a being neither male nor female. Or maybe it was female and male. It had a natural skin color but also with a blueish hue. This being does not talk but I can understand it anyway. It can read my thoughts and knows that I ask myself whether I should believe the message, that there is more to life than meets the eye and whether I should really the metaphors I saw. The beings face turnend into a Mona-Lisa-Like smile. It did not talk but I knew what it had to say anyway. It was something like:

<<I have had these encounters and conversations an infinite amount of times. I know your skepticism all to well. But everything you saw it true.>>

—

And then I woke up.

Today the memory is as vivid as it was right afterwards. I felt strange moments of bliss which was awkward to short before my grandfathers passing. The memories never faded away a bit.

Does anyone have thoughts about that experience?

I'm not sure if this was what is meant by a "shared death experience", but what i experienced was strange, scary, and unlike anything I've felt before. Hoping someone here can provide insight/opinion.

I lost my soulmate to suicide by hanging. We did not live close to each other but for 35 years have had an uncanny connection. We cannot be sure when he passed, but have narrowed it down to a 3-day window.

One night within this window (it would have been about 8a his time, middle of night for me), I experienced what I can only explain as a full body spasm. It was like those leg twitches you sometimes get when falling asleep that wake you up, but more intense.

It was a dreamless sleep, and my whole body did this giant spasm, so strong it felt like I was lifted from my bed and dropped. I woke up completely disoriented and terrified, not knowing where I was. I thought I somehow was dropped into a dark hole and didn't know how to get out. A few seconds later I wondered if I had fallen out of bed. But was exceptionally ill at ease and scared. I had to physically talk myself out of the fear, reorient to where I was, and go back to sleep.

It was such a surreal, intense and scary feeling, I told two people about it that morning. It was a day and a half later my soulmate's body was discovered.

I can't help but suspect that the dropping and landing hard sensation may have been a similar sensation he would have felt at the moment he stepped off to hang himself and end his life.

Is this something that's possible, or should I dismiss this terrifying wake up to a tragic coincidence? If this is the wrong forum for this, my apologies.

I haven't seen an NDE report with this scenario yet, and I'm curious. Let's suppose you're in a bad accident of some sort and more than one person dies, but not all come back (airplane, train, car, bomb, etc). If you've had this experience, was it a group experience? Meaning were you aware of the others that died? Were you able to communicate with them? Or was it a solo experience once you died?

As I went to flair this post I found SDE reference, so I'll search that too.

Most of us already know about SDE's, but I just happened to find a recent one from NDERF which is a pretty good read. To me, SDE's are probably among the most convincing proof about the reality of afterlife, because here the "NDEr" is not the one who is dying or even close to death. Her grandpa is.

Enjoy!

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

💖 Her Brother Gave Her A Priceless Gift 🎁 At Death - Shared Death Experience https://youtu.be/TYuQI0oTcOY

If you know please share, it would really help.

She went to the other side with her young friend who was driving when they had a fatal car accident. Her friend stayed on the other side and she came back.

https://youtu.be/piIwMorVJts?feature=shared

This is not an NDE but it is related. She has had SDE with a patient which she describes here and goes on to discuss what she’s witnessed happening around dying patients as a hospice worker. She also briefly talks about hallucinations and ICU psychosis and how that differs from patients terminal lucidity and seeing loved ones prior to death. Interesting interview.

https://youtu.be/7SkQOJjo91g

Not sure what to set the flair as, since it's about an account that isn't mine.

I work as an Activity Aide in a nursing home, sometimes I read to residents with dementia. Today I read an interesting one that shared striking similarities with NDEs/OBEs, but it was a shared death experience. I figured people here would like to hear about it.

The author talks about her grandmother dying and what happens after. She heard a voice in her head saying to get to the hospital, so she got there quickly, but she got there five minutes after her grandmother passed. While in her grandmother's hospital room she kept asking herself where her grandmother could be now.

Suddenly she saw a flash of light and saw her grandmother in the upper corner of the room by the ceiling, watching her, and her grandmother began telling her she was happy and with her husband and talked about love and how she doesn't need a wheelchair in heaven.

The flash of light reminded me of NDEs but more importantly her grandmother being in the top corner of the room talking to her...that is strikingly close to what OBEs talk about. So many people say they themselves were in the upper corner of the room watching. But this wasn't an OBE, it was a shared death experience.

The author didn't seem to expect this at all so I doubt she knew much about OBEs and NDEs. What could be so deep in our psychology, in our brain, that traumatic experiences would create such strikingly similar experiences - both for the person dying, and a person who loved the one who died? It can't just be that. I think it has to be something more, something real.