People With Near-Death Experiences Share How It Affected Their Views On The Afterlife
Near death experiences can impose drastic changes on your perception of life––for better or worse. Nueroscience research suggests that near-death experiences are "disturbed bodily multisensory integration" that occur when individuals have close calls with impending death.
I was in an airplane that was going down. I went through the mental stages of dying. Said a prayer, didn't help. At the end I felt peace and acceptance and a very calm. Then the controls unlocked and we just managed to pull out. I don't fear death after that.
On my second flight ever I had the most terrifying flight experience and I was already scared to death of flying (actual phobia). We were experiencing some serious turbulence and at a certain point it felt like the plane was going down and down and down, as if the pilot was unable to control the aircraft. The pilot made zero announcements. At first the others passengers were calm and still talking to each other while I was losing my shit and hugging the empty seat in front of me crying. Then shit got real, we were still shaking violently, still going down and we were a few minutes from landing. I looked around once more and the other passengers were eerily quiet and the stranger next to me was holding my hand. I knew we were a couple of minutes off the ground and I thought we wouldn't make it.
Though I was somewhat angry at the pilot for not reassuring us or not telling us to brace or whatever the f*ck, towards the end, when I thought we wouldn't make it, something strange happened: I stopped crying and I accepted my fate. I was calm and ready. I said to myself, I've experienced nothing but I've had a good run and this is going to be fast so it'll be fine. I was eerily calm. And I was ready. Since then I don't fear death in itself anymore, the thing I fear is experiencing something horrible prior to my death. It took me two years to book another flight and I legit may have PTSD from that experience. I have regular vivid nightmares of dying in a plane crash and those recent flights I booked were technically smooth but if they were longer, I would have picked all of my skin off.
I was hit by a car and I remember my memories flashing all in an instance, and then everything went white.
That emptiness of white scares me.
Religion, not so much and after-life not at all. What they did was affect my views on living. Beforehand I was driven to succeed in every aspect of my life. Terrified of failure or rather criticism of not over achieving. Afterward I realized that simply doing was enough. I went on adventures, tried different careers and romanticized everything I could. Sunsets, happy dogs, good wine, beautiful women, big fish, great trucks. I got married, had kids and wondered at their wonderings. Lots of grandkids now and looking forward to watching them have their own adventures.
The night my dad died I had an incredibly vivid dream. We weren't close but I had flown out to see him one last time, and the day after I arrived he died. That night I had a dream that I was sitting on some ancient path, think about how ancient Greece is often depicted. It was bright, the grass was lush and green, there were birds and I was wearing some sort of white robe. I was sitting and looking down at something in my hands when my Dad walked by. He looked strong and healthy and was also wearing a white robe. He walked a few feet past me then suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and said "what are you doing here?" I was in disbelief, just utterly in shock. I don't remember that I said anything but I remember how I felt and even though I wasn't close to him, I felt peace. There was calm. He hugged me and it felt so real, then before he left he simply said "it was really good to see you". And then I woke up. I haven't had a dream like that ever since.
I have had a few dreams about my aunt who has passed. Extremely close. All which I am sobbing in my dream telling her how much I miss her. The second dream I had of her reminded me of this. I was walking up a flight of stairs and to my left there she was in the bathroom. Each dream with her I do not enter across into the room or doorway where she is. I see her and immediately cry asking "what are you doing here?! You are supposed to be in heaven!" She smiled and calmly said to me. I am just visiting. If I remember correctly I hugged her and cried more. The two dreams I have had of her are so special to me. She is an angel who has shown my family in many ways her hellos from heaven. I have always believed in heaven, seeing her though, I now know.❤️ I do miss her a lot. So much.
When I was 18 years old I had major chest surgery due to an incident I had while being in the Army. I awoke after surgery only to realize I was not actually awake, I woke up to utter darkness, I could hear the voices around me talking about me praying I was going to get better. But the voices got quieter and the darkness diminished, a light started to appear, this light was no ordinary hospital light, lamp, the sun, or anything like that. The light was so bright yet I couldn't look away, I felt it getting closer and closer, and then I heard a voice, it was my mothers. She was talking about me, talking about how I was crying. Then I felt it, the light was right there, if I would have stuck my hand out I could have touched it. I could feel myself sobbing over what I was seeing but I was unable to do anything, after a couple minutes of staring into the light I finally found the courage to reach out to it, but when I went to grab it I found myself waking up in my hospital bed with everyone's eyes focused on me. Now I am not a religious man by any means, so I have considered the option of my dream happening due to the anesthetic. But this did not feel like a dream, it felt too real, I still see the darkness to this day.
I fractured my skull when I was a kid. While I was out, I was visited by an entity that told me that I wouldn't have to go to heaven or hell if/when I died. I was told that my life energy would be released in the form of light and that light would shoot off across the universe until it encountered another planet with intelligent life. I could live a life there and continue the journey when I died there.
I should note that I'm a preacher's kid. This totally called into question the faith I was growing up with.
was pretty dead after a car accident ( back when you could ride in the back of pickup trucks we were T-boned in an intersection) and I went into the tunnel of light. Chose to come back because I was given a choice. I missed my family, friends and my cats so I came back. I remember the tunnel being a white gold color, very warm friendly and inviting. When I woke up in the street I was bloody, cold and in shock but I knew what had happened a moment before. Chalk it up to extreme blood loss or dopamine release or what have you, but I know what I saw. What I got from it was that our perception of life is much like a radio that is broadcasting one frequency you can hear but actually broadcasting all the frequencies all the time but we choose to only tune in to one. There is so much more to life ( and death) than what we are told to believe. Be good to one another and yourself. It matters in the end.
Tried to kill myself when I was 20 by overdosing on pills. Everything just went black. I was raised Southern Baptist but since then have gone agnostic and am terrified that there is an actual eternal afterlife. I get panic attacks thinking about an afterlife that just stretches on and on and on. Just thinking about it makes my gut clench and yearn for nothing more than that peaceful nothing when my time comes.
I've been brought back twice and I won't be able to answer your questions. What I can tell you is that you won't know you're dead. Its cold, you walk among walls its snow or ash thats falling I couldn't tell you. It could be a minute or 100 years, I couldn't tell either time.
About 13 years ago I fell into a retention pond in the middle of winter. I was wearing a down coat and despite being a good swimmer, had a very hard time getting out, in fact I barely made it back out. I got my upper torso out of the water and fell on the shore. From there until waking up in the ambulance to the EMT saying they didn't have a pulse I don't remember. I do remember though while I was out that I saw bright white mixed with memories of my uncle who had died several years earlier.
At this point in my life I was searching for religion and was a pretty shitty person. After I regained consciousness and yelled "I'm alive!", I reflected upon my life choices for several weeks. I kept going back to the experience of near death. When I arrived at the hospital that day my body temperature was around 50 degrees Fahrenheit, it took 5 hours to get my temperature up to normal and the doctors were surprised I was still alive. Thinking about that and what I saw made me realize that it doesn't matter what religion I choose, I need to be a better person.
It took a few years for the self reflection and inner thoughts to take effect but I ultimately decided upon a philosophy of living instead of a religion. I chose Daoism as a basis for my philosophy of life. A few years later, around 7 or 8 years ago, I started seeing everything around me as a basis for what others might call God. I pray, but usually to nature or to the sun, depending upon the circumstances. For me, everything is connected in some way and it is through nature I have life. Life I should be thankful for.
Afterlife is complicated for me still. I basically believe a large number of things can happen after we pass and leave our physical body. However I am adamant that in some way our spirit remains, whether imprinted upon the land or in people's hearts or both. Our body goes back to the earth but our inner being, our true energy, or spirit remains to give back in what ways we can.
Died for six minutes, all i remember is floating in black. Still an atheist.
A few years ago I was on an ATV that malfunctioned throwing me off about 12 feet directly on my forehead. A family friend said I sailed through the air like a limp noodle. I ended up face down in the street. A few minutes went by and they said I started making gurgling noises from all the blood and then stood up. At this time the fire department and police were en route. When they approached me they said I was trying to walk back in my house. One of the firefighters a stalky guy probably 240lbs put his arms out. I grabbed him around the waist and picked him up about a foot off the ground and just held him there. He said he could tell I wasn't there. He asked me to please put him down and I did. They then proceeded to tackle me to the ground where 6 men basically sat on me while they tried to get an IV started.
I was then air lifted to the hospital. According to the medical records I was resuscitated multiple times on the helicopter. When we landed I was placed in a coma for a total of three days. I have no memory after the ATV malfunctioned until I was finally awoken.
The feeling that best describes what I experienced is hard to describe, but I will do my best. It reminded me of standing on a beach with the only sensory feeling being the sun shining on me. My brain was completely relaxed with absolutely no other inputs. I had this feeling early on. I had no sense of time during this.
I was bleeding internally from my brain stem, and was given a 25% chance of living. That's not everything is great that is 25% alive but very bad off. I came out of the sedation to my wife telling me that I had been in an accident. When the first Doctor saw me he was speechless. He said I never thought I would be talking to you. I reached out and shook his hand saying thank you.
I know this is a long post and I need to answer the questions asked regarding religion and outlook on life. I would say that prior to this I was not a very religious person. Now I'm not super religious, but I do think there was something much larger at work. After this ordeal I knew my time was limited and that I had put off having kids for to long. A lot changed after my accident. When you deal with something as traumatic as this you have to push yourself to recover. Within the first year I started working in a new industry and working out daily. You have to push your body and mind to build those new pathways in your brain. The first one to two years are the most important. I'm sorry if this is long winded but I enjoy sharing my story.
It at first jaded me, I woke up unable to remember anything. Not knowing where I was or how I got there. It was the most alone I ever felt. As I grew older I came to realize that there was a plan for me. I thought there is a difference I can make for someone, even if it is one person. Because I don't want someone to feel as alone as I did in that hospital bed. I also saw a bunch of symbols that I can't forget, they looked like red, blue and green bars on a horizon.
I was hit by a car head on when I was in Junior High. I dunno how fast was it but I wrecked the car's hood and freaking flew a good 5 meters. Car also lift skid marks. Now even with the damage to the car the police wrote this up as a "side swept". Accident happened in a pedestrian lane in front of the school btw.
Anyway, i never felt the impact of the car. Everything just turned black. But I could discern my arms. I dunno bit it's like I was floating. Then I was fallikh upwards towards a ball of light. Years later I played skyrim and you know meridia's beacon? Dude it's like that. Anyway, when I was nearly with it I was suddenly rolling in the curb. As I groggily tried to stand up my thought processes were "shit I was hit by a car", "there's dirt in my mouth" and "what the f*** is that light?".
Anyway, right now I believe there's a God who started creation and later the Big Bang. But then the process happened for billions of years. I'm not really that much into religion though I do attend a Roman Catholic mass every sunday with my family. Funny but I'm teaching World Religions in high school. But I try to have a balance with openness and understanding but I would like to believe in the potential and goodness of the human spirit rather than focus on religious bindings. Had decent chats with students and damn I may have influenced an some atheist wannabbe but the most important thing is that ball of light could be waiting for all of us in the end.
Or maybe that was just a way by battered brain cope with the car saying hello.
I tried to suffocate myself when I was eleven. I remember feeling at peace and then being told it's not my time yet and I need to go back.
Last year I had a past life memory during a Buddhist event and apparently I shot myself in the head with a handgun in 1999 and was born in 2000 for this life. Before that all the deaths were either infant mortality or suicide.
I attempted suicide by gunshot just over 5 years ago. Was found by a coworker who came to check on why I was late and got rushed to the local hospital and then flown via helicopter to a better hospital about a 30 min drive away. Doctors claim that I "died" and was resuscitated 5 times during the commute. Spent about 5 months in and out of hospitals during recovery and the whole time I had doctors telling me that I shouldn't be alive and that something out there decided that I still have a job to do on this blue marble.
Hearing some of the best doctors in the region tell me that over and over again convinced me that there is a higher power out there. I was raised by Christians but I can't bring myself to believe that what they say is completely correct. I believe that there is a power out there that cares about us and what we do but in my opinion, they have a goal and know the one way that we will reach that goal for us and they are content to let us do our own thing with him/her/it just nudging us in the right direction and only intervening when we really f*** up.
As far as i can tell, When you die, its just the end.
Like a lightswitch being turned off. Everything you were is just gone.
I've never been all that religious. My mom tried to peddle it on us as kids but all i can remember of church was trying to get us to sit next to the boy i liked. Everything else just did'nt stick.
As for life in general... Its a shame 'yolo' as a saying was destroyed a couple years back, because after a failed suicide as a teen, i was briefly in a 48hour coma.
When i recovered i went back to life as normal, But lately i just... want to try everything? Life is a chance you only get once.
Try everything, Do everything. Try new foods, visit new places, Just make the most of what you have before you kick the bucket and it all just.. ends.
"It wasn't me!"
There's not much you can do when the righteous fist of the law comes down on you. Call it a mix-up, or call it a mistake, if someone's pegged you at the scene of a crime there's not much you can do but trust the justice system to prove you innocent. However, that's a gamble, and just because you've been given a "not guilty" doesn't mean the effects won't follow you for the rest of your life.
Reddit user, u/danbrownskin, wanted to hear about the times when it wasn't you, seriously, it was someone else, when they asked: