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I was 23 and going through a very late in life rebellious phase. Looking back, I don't know why I did the things I did. I had a friend that introduced me to drugs. One evening, we were at her apartment did drugs and ate some mushrooms. Everything was okay. I was feeling fine, and then I passed out while I was standing in her kitchen. My head hit the refrigerator on the way down, and I was out cold for a while. It was so strange, I saw myself floating away...down a tunnel with a bright light at the end. Once I hit the bright light, I looked around and I was in a large beautiful field. I saw my childhood dog running in the grass beside me, and I tried to stop, but I was floating too fast. Then parts of my life started flashing by me it was like a huge movie screen of my life surrounding this field.
I have always had a strong faith in God; however, I wouldn't consider myself to be "religious." Recently, I underwent a two and half to three hour operation of on my spine. Before the surgery, I prayed and asked God to guide the surgeon's hands and to give me a sense of calm. I went into the surgery with a total confidence that the outcome would be positive. The only "hitch" during the procedure was that the medical staff had difficulty in bringing me out unconsciousness, the anesthesia. As a result, it took two and a half hours rather than thirty minutes to an hour to rouse me into consciousness.
My first unusual experience happened when I was an infant. The stroller that I was in got away from my aunt and uncle; it rolled down a large hill into the middle of a busy intersection. Second, I was under my grandmother’s dining room table licking a razor and split my tongue. All I remember was my grandfather praying over me and I was fine. Third, I was about four. My father, sister, or mother didn’t keep a close enough eye on me at the time. I drank kerosene. The incubator that I was in wasn’t working. Just so happened a nurse came by and saw I was blue. Then came the fourth experience.
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