I remembered looking down at my body when the car finished rolling. I was covered in blood. I screamed out, "God help me." Then it seemed as if I blinked my eyes and I was standing outside of the wrecked car.
Near Death Experience
I was 18 years old in 1978 and was celebrating my birthday. I was driving down a dirt road on the outskirts of town at a very high rate of speed when something went wrong. The car hit a ditch and started rolling through a field. It seemed as if everything started happening in slow motion. One minute I was rolling around inside a car in a field and it seemed as if the next moment, I opened my eyes and found myself laying in a bed. I felt like a million years had passed between the moment I had crashed the car and waking up in that bed. I felt like a gigantic jigsaw puzzle had been created during that missing time. I could recall ‘dying’ and leaving this world for the world beyond. There was no doubt in my mind I had departed my body and been told my ‘body’ was dead. I could recall travelling to a realm of light vividly at first and the more time passed between waking up the more it seemed to evaporate into a hidden pocket of the subconscious mind.
I had a form of retrograde amnesia when I awoke that day. This just complicated matters when I tried to give testimony about ‘dying’ and leaving this world. The story I told often was, I was driving over 125 MPH when the car crashed into a field. I was swirling around and my thinking was vivid and clear. “What the heck have I done?” I kept thinking I wanted to push the ‘replay’ button and undo the mess I knew I was getting myself into. When the car came to a halt it was upside down and I was still in the car. I was screaming from the shock, pain and mess it had made. I cried out, “God help me.”
Then, I found myself ‘standing’ about 20 feet away from the car in the field. I couldn’t figure out how I had gotten there in a blink of an eye. I knew that my ‘mind was thinking’ during this time frame and having reactions to the scene. Then, there was my reaction after the fact and looking back on the event. I found myself wondering what I was going to tell my parents. I felt I had ‘killed’ my new car and wasn’t concerned about my self after I had found myself standing in the field. Then, I heard a voice coming from within. During the event - I didn’t think anything about it. After the event, I was puzzled where this voice came from and why I didn’t react to the sound of someone else in that field with me. It just seemed natural at the time. The voice told me, “you are dead now. Look in the car to see what remains of you in this world.”
My reaction was, “No way. I don’t want to see no dead body -especially if that dead body is mine. I don’t feel dead. How is that?”
I felt I was still thinking in a logical and rational manner but - how does one logically deal with your ‘dead body’ in a wrecked car? I could recall thinking, “Now what? Your a ghost. That was short ride through life. What do ghosts do with themselves after they die?” I started thinking of ‘who did I know that died that maybe was hanging around a house who could give me a hand and show me the ropes about being dead.”
I knew a couple of people but somehow the idea got mixed up in my mind with the Kennedy assassination. I had grown up with a medical condition as a child and my family used him as an example for me to follow since he had been a sickly child as well. I had recently watched the Zapruder film. I was only a few hundred miles from Dallas. I started wondering if I could ‘fly’ there. Then I started hearing sounds off in the darkness. It frightened me into a different reality and once again I found myself crying out for God’s help. That is when I felt myself being ‘pulled’ upward toward a ball of light that appeared in the sky.
I don’t know how much time passed before I broke through some sort of surface. It seemed my mind was racing at a high rate of speed and many ‘advanced thoughts’ and ‘old knowledge’ was passing though my mind. At one point I felt I broke through a surface that was like rising above a fog with lights flashing off in the distance. At one point, I heard a ‘name’ being called to me. It was not my human and worldly name. It was a name given to me at the moment of creation. My reaction to it was ‘who in the world knows to call me by that name?” That is when I saw a light off in the distance and I immediately recognized it like a ‘child’ recognizes a parent. There was no amount of words to describe the radiating joy, love and peace that came over me in that instance. I could recall ‘racing’ toward the light at a high rate of speed and encountering a ‘celebration’ or ‘welcome home party’ as I liked to call it. I felt I was home. Then - I woke up in a bed and scratching my head trying to figure out all that went on between getting there - and coming back to my body again.
I recalled many pieces of the puzzle in the coming weeks but the one that amazed me as a teenager the most was meeting the spirit of the departed Jack Kennedy. When on the way ‘up’ and had a human reaction to the trip, I had a lot of questions on my mind about the ‘secrets’ of the universe. I wasn’t into religion as a teenager so I didn’t have a lot of religious idealogy on my mind at the time. The biggest secret and mystery to me at that day and age was who shot Kennedy and why. If I had to die, I was wanting something to look forward to when I got to the other side and solving that riddle was forefront on my mind.
I could recall that I was in the ‘realm of light’ and had a different mind about matters, so it was decided that it would be best to seek that answer on a human level. So, my spirit along with the spirit of the former President came back to the worldly realm and I was back in my ‘18 year old teenaged mind’ and meeting face to face with the spirit of the former President of the US of A. He was ‘down to earth’ enough about himself and insisted I call him Jack during our meeting with one another. I tried to ease into that subject with him and we had some small talk prior to me dropping the question on him. “Did you ever get around to doing your own investigation into who shot you and what their motive was?”
True to this nature of being a politician, he was very diplomatic about it and said the ‘government had held an official inquiry into the matter and had concluded, after examining all the evidence the same thing he had concluded for himself. That it was a lone gunman who had acted alone. My first thought was, “my gawd, he is still one of them. Wait, he is dead and gone from the world.” Eventually I approached the matter differently. I told him, “You know Jack, you was shot in the head. Are you sure that injury didn’t carry over some. You might have lost part of your mind back there in Dallas - and maybe that is clouding your thinking some. It HAD to be more than one person involved. Why would one man want to do all that?”
He laughed and responded by saying, “Maybe we should go talk to Lee. He would know more about what was on his mind that day than I would.”
I wasn’t too keen on the idea of rubbing shoulders with the likes of known assassin back in the world and even more so in the ‘afterlife.’
In the weeks and months following my NDE, I recalled a long and rather pleasant meeting with both the victim and the assassin in the afterlife. The spirit of Lee confessed the whole thing was his idea and that he wasn’t (while in the world) keen on collaborators on any scheme he got involved with. When I asked his spirit why he did it he gave me a lot of answers but the one he said was probably the foundation of it all was the separation he was going through. His exact words was, “I wasn’t exactly in my right mind.”
The officers who had investigated the car accident took my statement seriously about ‘dying’ and coming back to life. They felt it was a miracle that I had walked away from the wreck. Though a chain reaction of events - I found myself sitting in the Dallas Police Department waiting to talk to a ‘surprise.’ The lead homicide detective who had been assigned to the case had heard of my story through the grapevine and was keen on talking to me.
When I met him, I recognized him. I told him, “Oh yeah, Lee told me I would be running into you. He wanted me to pass on a message he though you might like to hear.” The former and retired Captain’s eyes grew wide with amazement. He told me, ‘There are only two people in the whole world knows about that and one of them is dead. How in the world.......? That is amazing. I didn’t know what to think hearing what I heard but you have convinced me you have spoken to a dead man beyond the grave and are back to talk about it.” The Captain asked me if I knew what I had said to him meant. I told him I had no idea and that it was a favour to Lee’s spirit. I only agreed to it because he felt it would do his heart some good and the fact I felt I had the ‘creator’s permission to pass on the message. The Captain told me it had something to do with what was said between the two of them in private the day Lee died.
This was one aspect of my NDE I quickly put aside and buried. I had found myself arguing and debating the ‘ghost’ of the man who was shot himself about the ‘conspiracy’ factor. Little chance did I have against people whose minds where made up about a conspiracy. I would tell people, “At least your not making a fool out of yourself like I did. I doubted and argued with the one man (or what was left of him on the other side) whose opinion mattered the most.”
In the summer of 1978 that meeting with the Captain was my own confirmation that my NDE had been very real to me. People often speak about how their NDE’s changed their attitudes about life. My attitude about the ‘conspiracy’ factor changed after my NDE.
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