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I was having a difficult labour. Behind the placenta there was bleeding. I was trying to push but felt quite weak, so forceps were used to get her out. She was beautiful! I remember they placed her on me but I was at the point where they had to remove her, I was too weak.
I was ill in bed and the pain, suffering and noise was all just getting too much and I remember thinking "I can't take anymore," and gave up.
Suddenly I'm floating in this lit grey volume (lovely colour of grey) in complete bliss (the word bliss doesn't even come close to the feeling) and thinking "I'm at peace." Then I thought "well, if this is death, it's brilliant."
I am a nurse, and was on duty running the ER I had no idea what was happening. The experience involved visuals but more ...feelings. Profound, never-before felt feelings of love, kindness and joy. Elation. Complete calm. I was fully dressed in the hospital bed. In this "waiting room", as I aptly select to term it, was bathed in bright, golden light. I was wearing a light grey yoga-type garment.
After the moment of my death, I became like a breath, and was "breathed" into the body of a nude, non-gender being. I was standing alone on a bare, sandy beach, before a fairly still body of water, above which was an open, blue sky. I was very confused and frightened.
About one year ago, I had an epileptic seizure. I didn’t know that a person could stop breathing during a seizure. I had back-to-back seizures, and that they were dangerous, although I didn't know why. I knew people died from seizures, daily, but was in severe denial about my epilepsy for what I now understand to be extremely superficial reasons.
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