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Around 1980 I fell and broke my back. I crushed three vertebrae and chipped two in my neck. It's been 30 years of worsening pain year by year, and the need for disability since age 55. Previously I had been a Pastor/Evangelist in the Charismatic and Pentecostal arena. I had many gifts of the Spirit that operated through me for years, so I think that is helping me with the spiritual side. In other words, I didn't wake up freaked out over the energy of the Spirit; however, this is different from what I had experienced for 30 years.
I was driving to school from a dental appointment with my mother and her dog in the car. This was one of the rare times I got to drive. At the intersection of a boulevard and street, I stopped to make a left turn. The light turned yellow. I expected my mother to yell at me for taking too long to turn, like she had done so often in the past. The two oncoming vehicles, a delivery truck and a car, looked far enough away that I expected them to stop for the light. In the middle of my turn, I saw that neither vehicle was stopping. I floored the accelerator; it looked like I had cleared the intersection when the truck struck the rear of our car.
My childhood was plagued by teeth problems, necessitating several extractions under gas. At age 26 the dentist advised me to have the remaining teeth removed, four at a time. The first session was uneventful, just the familiar gas induced chaotic dreams. The second session was something else! It was a revelation that changed my life. It was a timeless state, so I don’t know how long I had been unconscious before I realized that I had left my body on the couch and was looking down at it through the ceiling. It meant no more to me than an old coat that I had discarded. There was no fear or confusion, just a wonderful weightlessness and freedom.
My first memory was at age two when my father put me in the bathtub and held me under the surface until I left my body. My last thought was, “Finally it´s over.” I saw myself hovering at the ceiling surrounded by a dark void. Nothing but everything was there at the same time. I looked down and saw my father holding me under the surface. In the next moment, my neighbor came in saying, “What are you doing you idiot. Are you mad?” Pushing my father aside and up the wall, she said “Idiot.” Then she pulled me out of the water, rushed out of the bathroom and out of the entrance. It is there where I think I came back. (There is also a memory that we are about to enter a taxi when I re-entered the body.)
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