It was like a hundred thousand suns. Bright, incredibly bright. I could look directly in that light. It was so very powerful and ever so bright.
I was in hospital following a heart attack. I was having lunch and I felt
very strange. I had a cardiac arrest and then it was instant death, but I felt I
was aware the whole time. It was a strange, strange feeling.
It was like when you wake from a sleep type-of-feeling, but it really wasn't
sleep, then next thing I went into darkness - really, really black. There was
just not one speck of light.
I used to suffer from claustrophobia, but it didn't concern me. It was peaceful,
very, very peaceful and then I felt movement, as if I was going somewhere, but I
didn't know where.
I was drifting, but I wasn't sitting up or standing up. I was just drifting in
the form that I was in, whatever form it might have been. At what speed I don't
really know, but I know it was incredibly fast, as fast as electricity you might
say. That speed factor was an important point; it was very, very quick.
Eventually, after a period, I can't say time because there was no sense of time,
the darkness dispersed slowly, ever so slowly, and then a light appeared and it
seemed like it was a million miles away.
It was like a hundred thousand suns. Bright, incredibly bright. I could look
directly in that light. It was so very powerful and ever so bright.
Words can't really describe the magnitude of the all-consuming love experienced
when being in the light. And not only love but perfection, peace, serenity,
calmness and beauty. I felt that I was safely home. I was over-awed with the
experience.
The wisps of cloud are the things I can still remember most clearly - I just put
my arms out to feel these clouds and I couldn't feel anything, then I looked and
I had no arms and then I looked down and I had no body.
Strange as it must seem I had 360-degree vision because I looked behind me and
saw I had no back. But I did fully comprehend the fact that I was probably the
size of a ball, but it didn't frighten me it was a feeling of "oh well, so
what".
It changed my whole outlook on life, my whole outlook on people and changed me
from a bigoted type of person to being more broad minded and letting people
accept what they want to accept.
I felt there was a form in the light that I could see, but it was only vague.
I felt ever so humble. I felt that this was something greater than greater and I
shouldn't have been there.
I couldn't see much more than what I imagined would be a head, but there were
arms or what I felt to be arms in the light. They were outstretched and they
raised me up. I felt ecstatic, but I still couldn't see into the form, I could
look into the light, but I couldn't define that figure.
It was related to me - I can't say spoken because there was no such thing as
speaking, it was like mind language and my mission was made ever so clear - I
was to go back and help people overcome the fear of death. I would go back and
write two-and-half books. I've written two but I get apprehensive about the
third! But it was never to be done for money.
The experience is just so powerful, so all-consuming that the difficulty I had
as a free spirit was fitting back into the human physical form. I just didn't
seem to fit - I'm not talking size - it just didn't seem right.
I'd gone back home; back where I came from and then I had to come back here and
do this mission - to help people by telling them that in death your mind, soul,
spirit never cease.
Later I could tell people what had happened in the hospital room while I was
dead, it's not like I was sitting on the ceiling, because I was travelling
toward the light, but somehow I could also see what was happening there, I knew
exactly what was being done where and when - it was like being omnipresent.
The doctor said I was dead for 20 minutes; they'd stopped working on me, called
for the morgue attendant as rigor mortis set in to my body, and then all of a
sudden they said I gave a cough and I was back.
Afterwards I went back and spoke to all the nurses and doctors about it. They
said that when I revived I was still black and purple. It was the longest time
they'd had someone gone before being revived after a cardiac arrest.
I think I had to die to learn to live. It changed my whole outlook on life, my
whole outlook on people and changed me from a bigoted type of person to being
more broad minded and letting people accept what they want to accept.
As a Christian I felt my faith was the only faith and this experience made that
view just ludicrous.
I firmly believe that people fear death because of the uncertainty of how and
when they will die, but I think death is just going to go into another chapter,
another section of your existence.
- As told to Michelle Hamer
Visions from the Other Side by Kenneth G. Mullens