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As a small child, I ingested many pills that my parents had left accessible, and went into a coma. I remember feeling a calm and pleasant lightness. I was floating maybe 2 or 3 feet above my body and I saw it be in the ambulance, and taken to the hospital. I remember the color image of the ambulance, the driver, the people who were with the ambulance. The last image was that I was leaning next to my aunt who watched the ambulance go away, and as she turned back toward [my] house, crying.
The next thing I remember was waking up after 2 or 3 days in the hospital in the mood to play. These images have never been forgotten, although few people know what I saw and felt. I think people to whom I confided did not believe what I told them. Eventually I stopped talking about it, but I have felt the death of the people who are closest to me. Might be coincidence; sometimes it is painful.
Diagnosed terminal and in and out of consciousness for several weeks, I had been told there was no help on too many planes to explain here. Regardless, I was 39 days into a 30 day life expectancy. I weighed not only the opportunity for assistance but the practicality of it as well. I slept for hours during the days and nights. I was sicker than sick. My doctors later explained that was the sickest any human being could ever be. I was at the doorway of death in both mind and body. Most of my memory of those days are limited to say the least. As are any recollections of any dreams. Dreams were just seemingly non-existent for me and honestly still are rare today. But the one memory and the events
I find myself looking down on my unconscious body on the hospital bed, noticing a lot of concerned people around me. I decided to get out of the room through the cracks of the ceiling. When I made it out, a little vehicle waited for me. It was the size of a matchbox that my being filled with white light. I was the box, the driver and the light.
Working as a technology director for a school district, I was running data cables into a conference room through the ceiling.The ceiling was a suspended ceiling with approximately 4 feet of room from ceiling to building roof. On a ladder, with my head (about eye level) inside a removed ceiling tile, I noticed a red clad electrical wire with a bare wire exposed, coming out of a conduit. Apparently it was hot since I was found on my back on the floor, with ceiling tile debris around me, and the fiberglass ladder twisted in the corner.
My experience was of being killed in a tractor accident when I was 15 years old, and becoming a spirit, standing next to my uncle as he kept driving the tractor not knowing I was pulled into the wheel and axle of the farm tractor. He was driving while watching the potato rows, so as not to run over them. When I heard a voice on my left side call out his name, he stopped the tractor and got off to go around looking at the sprayers and the whole time I am just watching him.
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