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I'm not really tooting me own horn here, just connecting... but during my moments of 'Night Lights' these days, I simply recall an experience that left me believing I've already been to 'the other side'... and back again.
I never considered my experience to be an NDE until I was listening to a podcast today and realized it met the definition. You see, even though I was raised in a religious home, I've been an atheist since I was a child, so I have a tendency to see things very practically. I've also suffered from sleep paralysis since I was a teenager and never confused it with anything paranormal, so this was just another weird thing.
I went into shock from rapid blood loss and lost consciousness, I didn't die which is why I never considered it an NDE.
In 2010 I became very ill due to alcohol abuse and was subsequently hospitalized. Due to my weakened immune system, I picked up several infections in the hospital. This led to sepsis and respiratory failure requiring a tracheostomy and mechanized ventilation (life support). According to my family, there was little chance I would survive, and if I did survive I would have significant mental deficits.
I had a heart attack and was taken to hospital, where I had emergency coronography and stents put in. All went very well, but my heart was too tired for more, so I had to be taken down 15 days later for a second coronography and for more stents to be fitted. I was very confident and serene about going back, as the first operation went very well.
I was about 20 years old. I am a Muslim from Yemen. I accompanied my dad and mom to South India to get treatment for my mum’s heart problem. While we were there, I fell sick for days on end with a high temperature.
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