NDE a once in a lifetime experience
Symposium on NDE or Near Death Experience 04/11/19
Good morning to each of you, and thank you very much for joining us in this revealing discussion and journey into human consciousness. and now I will share with you my experience in ECM.
Over the years of my life, I have met a wide variety of people who, through discussion, have explained their understanding and beliefs about the experiences some have at the time of death. However, you are not forced by death to have these experiences, I have read accounts, many of which happened when the person was feeling well and clinically not near death.
This was the type of NDE I found one day after I got home from work. I was a machinist at the time and cut cast iron flywheels for Allis Chalmers Tractors, at a factory in Harvey, Illinois. With a little imagination, you can imagine that I was covered in black dust from the top of my head down to my boots. It was in this factory that I found the chemical that I used for five years on a daily basis and that is now killing me as we speak. That, however, is another story, but the tendrils of him reach the experience that I am about to tell you about now.
Exhausted and dirty, my daily habit was to shower as soon as I walked in the door to get rid of this horrible dust. (I didn’t have a shower, so a bath was all I had at my disposal to get clean)
I felt good that day, happy even, I was on my hands and knees in the bathtub about to plunge my head under the crystal clear water when my eye caught something suspended in the water. It was microscopic and my eyes followed it as it slowly drifted through the water.
(I’m going to preface in the next section explaining that this shapeless blob, smiled, or use the word face, and other earthly terms, but it had none of these, it was just a shapeless black shifting blob, or mass of consciousness that knew to be me. There are simply no words that can explain those characteristics other than using earthly terms) While looking at this microscopic object, I suddenly began to separate my consciousness from my body, time does not exist in this experience, so again , there is a lot to explain using terms that are not applicable here. I was a black blob or a mass of consciousness that saw, felt, moved and was now looking down at my body, still on all fours in the tub looking at the water.
As soon as I broke away from my body and looked at it, I started to soar at a very high speed through many layers of clouds and I could feel a big smile on my face. It was pure joy, but about what? Who knew what would come next, surely not me. These cloud layers flashed before my vision and made a sound, a hissing sound as I passed through each one. He was flying high on a mission to who knows where, he was about to find out just a flash of a second later.
As I was flying up, I could see that I was approaching a black dome and I began to fear. (bumping into him as I recall) As soon as I had this fear, I found myself “standing” in the back of a huge library. Millions of books were visible to me, ancient books of knowledge, at least that’s what I felt. I probably don’t remember any limits on the ends of these book shelves, but I remember thinking, “Do I have to read them all?” There was a very soft golden light emanating from these golden lamps on the walls, dozens of them were giving off this very nice soft light, again I was filled with great happiness and joy. Then I realized that there was no oxygen or life there in that library, these were revealed to me as Real Truths.
As human beings, I don’t think we’ll ever discover Real Truths here on Earth. Defining these Real Truths is impossible with the existing verbiage. At least I can’t summon the words that even remotely describe what a Real Truth is, but I can still feel it deep inside of me. I know what a Real Truth is now and it is amazing. It cannot be judged, discussed, changed, sung, moved, renewed, it is simply True without a doubt possible. That’s the best I can do for you, no matter how sorry an explanation is, that’s all I can think of.
I scanned the room trying to take in everything I saw, it was huge. Old but new to me, and there was an oddity to the front of the room, considering I was in the dark at the back of the room. It was a projection screen, the kind that came down like a curtain and showed 8mm film a long time ago. Through the back of this screen, a large hole had been “punched”. A globe, white with small black divisions, covered this globe as it rotated slowly, showing the part that protruded through the hole. I felt the desire to take a closer look at it. and suddenly my vision was inches from him while most of me was still in the back of the room.
I started concentrating on these divisions, each with a single word, I say a word because I have no other explanation for what I saw, but each word was in a language I had never seen before. I felt the desire to bring a word with me, for some reason I had no idea, but that was my desire. I repeated it over and over again so I wouldn’t forget it.
Then the fear came up again, I feared that I was never going to return to my body and as soon as I had this fear, my black form lay back on my body, feet first and working towards my head. As each part came together, it came back alive. A very strange experience in itself.
At this point, when I was fully composed, I uttered this word over and over and over again as if I couldn’t stop saying it, “wow, wow, wow,” etc. and an overwhelming and joyful experience that to this day I can fully remember every detail and especially the happiness and joy that I had felt while in this library. He had always felt since that day that this would be the place he would go when he died. So I deduced from that moment, more than 40 years ago, that death was not something terrifying but something of joy and happiness without measure. Is it true that it is my place of eternal rest, soon I will know? Thank you all for listening to this experience of mine and I hope it somehow helps you find the peace you are looking for instead of the fear you now feel.
