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In 1976 when I was 28 years old, I was very sick with what I hypothesize was Influenza/pneumonia. I had heard there was a strain going around that year that was killing more people than usual. My symptoms included: high fever, constant vomiting and diarrhea, sore throat, coughing, congestion, headache, body aches, and weakness. This had gone on for about five days.
My first death happened when I choked on my own vomit after drinking too much. I was depressed from having an abortion four years prior. In that death, I met with what we would call the devil. He came very close to taking my soul.
On April the 18th 2022, I was standing in the kitchen when I leaned forward and had a sudden sense of a shock that ran straight through my body. My girlfriend at the time called 911, and I was rushed to the emergency room.
My name is Malek. I am from Algeria. In 2002, I was working in a hotel establishment located in the Sahara, in southern Algeria. One day, an unexpected event changed my life forever.
That evening, I wasn’t working. I went into town, 15 kilometers from the hotel, to run some errands and have a coffee. Around 8:35 p.m., in complete darkness, I returned by bus. The driver kindly dropped me off on a nearby road, even though it wasn’t an official stop.
As I got off the bus, a sandstorm was raging. The streetlights around the hotel were off. While I was trying to cross the road, I neither saw nor heard a car approaching—probably due to poor visibility and the noise of the wind.
The car was driving at 80 km/h, according to the driver’s statement and the national gendarmerie’s report. Its headlights blinded me, and before I could react, it hit me. My body was thrown several meters away.
I traveled through a tunnel with colorful lights at lightning speed to abruptly stop near the end of the tunnel. I had an overwhelming sense of calmness. An entity, not in human form, more like a nebulous circle, emerges from the light and glides to me. I sense this entity as my maternal grandmother and feel loved/acceptance/a deep connection, all happening without words spoken. My grandmother says, "It's not your time." As quickly as I soared upward, I was back on Earth in a hospital bed, my arms strapped to the bed railings. The nurse comes into my room, tells me that I had died for a little over a minute, and when they brought me back I was so angry, cursing and fighting them to the point they had to use restraints. I didn't and still don't remember the nurse's account.
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