My near-death experience took place in Montreal, Canada, in 1976 when I was just six years old and in grade one. Although our summers here can be extremely hot, we do have four seasons, and this happened during one of our typical Canadian winters. Lots of ice in the school playground somehow didn't prevent little six-year-old kids from running around on it during recess and lunch. My friend at the time, let's call him Kirk, thought it would be funny to rip off my winter hat from my head and run off with it. Naturally, I chased him but I guess I didn't get very far before slipping on the ice, falling to the ground and cracking my skull. 

The next thing I remembered was being guided to some random desk in our classroom, being seated, and feeling extremely nauseous. It wasn't long before I started throwing up at the desk. (It might be worth mentioning that I didn't eat tuna for at least 20 years after that.) 

At this point I must have fallen unconscious again, as my next memory found me waking up in the hospital room. I know an ambulance was called, and this ambulance did take me to the hospital, but I have no recollection of it whatsoever. When I opened my eyes in the hospital room, I saw my Mom and Dad standing there. I was pretty foggy when I woke up. I think my Dad got me a cup of ginger ale and then asked me about what happened that day in the schoolyard. I am still unsure to this day about whether or not I remembered the details of my NDE, but my gut says I did, but decided not to tell my parents about it, fearing they wouldn't believe me, or that it would upset them. It might have been at that very moment that someone, be it myself, higher self, or my own subconscious, decided I wasn't going to hold on to this memory any longer.  At least until recently. 

I went on about my life as if nothing but the accident with me falling on some ice and ending up in the hospital, actually happened. That was that. However, I would later notice that several unusual things would happen to me that wouldn't happen to others. I also found myself in so many conversations that the whole of me just could not relate to. Often these conversations had an aroma of spirituality around them. Most of my friends' and acquaintance’s priorities were totally unimportant to me (still are, to this day). 

I have to admit that even prior to my experience, I had a huge preoccupation with "the other side," and what was out there beyond our perceptions. I spent many days up at our family cottage lying on the lower level of my bunk bed thinking about where I was before this. I also have a very vivid memory from when I was 14 days old. This will be a bit of a digression, but I think it fits best here. This memory started off (to me anyway) as a recuring dream.  When I was about 8 or 10, I kept having this dream that I was in a crib as a baby, and I could see rows and rows of bars on these cribs. Babies everywhere. The take-away from the dream was, at the time, that I was the only one that didn't have some sort of teddy bear.  All I had was a thin blanket. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning and just remember the dream as a recuring dream, but not actually have it.

Some back story to the above... I was adopted at 14 days old, when I was eventually brought home to my adoptive family. I'm 54 now, and up until I was 32, I had no information pertaining to 2 weeks spent in an orphanage. It was when I was 32 that I met my biological mother and half-sister and they were able to fill in a lot of gaps. The moment I learned of this, I remembered the entire experience, which was not a recuring dream at all. I was suspended above all those cribs, feeling very comforted and was told that everything was going to be just fine. Which it was. It was a voice similar to the one I would hear 6 years later in my NDE.

Why did it take about 44 years for the memory of my near-death experience to resurface?  After much thought and talks with others, I have come to the conclusion that it all came back to me when I was ready for it.  

Ten years ago, I started meditating regularly.  About five years ago I stumbled upon some NDE videos on YouTube. I felt frustrated with not being able to help more people with their fear of death. A fear which I have, for years, realized was pointless because death doesn't exist. That was my main inspiration to create my near-death experience YouTube channel. I felt that the more voices out there spreading this information and love, the better. 

Then, in a mediation, with a visit from my Guide, the entire memory of my schoolyard NDE was revealed in an instant. It suddenly included so many more details, and felt like a memory. A vivid memory, so vivid that it was as though it had just happened. I want to be clear, it was not 'told' to me. It was more like a memory that was just put back where it belonged.

As I mentioned at the onset of this, at 6 years old I had fallen on the ice. I didn't feel any pain, and I was out of my body before my head hit the icy pavement. At that moment I was definitely somewhere else, but seemingly not that far. I slowly began to realize I was not alone.  At that point I also felt the love of ten million loving mothers. My attention was then shifted to what was taking place below me. I had no awareness of any physical body. Nor was I even familiar yet with what I was looking at. I saw a schoolyard, school children scattered about, a small cluster of children, and one adult in another area. I had no emotional attachment to this scene whatsoever.

The voice had asked me what it was I saw, and at that moment my consciousness was thrown under the cluster into my earthly body's point of view. I could see all the shadowy faces of the kids and the teacher's assistant (T.A.) as they gradually became clearer and brighter. By now I could hear both what the T.A. was saying to the children, but I could also very clearly hear and feel what he was thinking and feeling. He was in a panic, scared, and he felt that he may have been responsible for the incident. Once again (and this happened a few times), I was up in the sky, so to speak, in the arms of that very strong Love feeling. This time, the voice asked me to tell them what I saw. It took me a little while, but finally, I was able to come up with one observation that I thought would satisfy them. I noticed that only two of the several children in the yard were of color.  One South Asian, Indian boy, and myself. Then I heard, "All of them are special. One isn't any more loved or special than the other.”

Not much was said after this, only felt. I then saw my teacher's assistant pick me up and bring me into the school as the other kids helped to open the door. Strangely, the two details about this experience that wow me the most were my ability to see the rest of the exterior of the school from a bird's eye view, and the new detail of our T.A. carrying me inside. The other, clearly more powerful messages, obviously impact me; however, I feel like those have been with me since it all happened.