I arrived with an explosion of glorious light into a room with insubstantial walls.
Here is my life's most important experience. First, the events leading up to it and my parent's report of occurrences while I was away. My NDE and finally how I feel about it.
Scene: 24/02/82, Newcastle Australia, 6:00 PM. Leaving my optical instrument
repair firm to go home to Raymond Terrace. Raining after 3 months Dry. I was
driving along the Industrial Highway and slowing to stop at lights where exit
road from BHP crosses highway. Memory ends.
Reported by Miles (my ex partner): As we approached the lights they changed to
green. As we went into the crossing the car aquaplaned. Speed 43 kph. We hit the
large industrial power pole just after the intersection. Stuart, who was laying
on the mattress in the back of the panel van, was thrown forward into the back
of Rene's head, driving her into the steering wheel.
Medical Info: Stuart's spine was broken L4. I suffered Fractures Basal area,
Frontal Lobe, Right eye socket, Right Zygoma, all depressed. 6 holes in dura.
Also spokes of steering wheel and indicator entered throat up into roof of
mouth. Right upper and lower
thorax. Miles suffered a small seat belt bruise.
My Mother Reported that: In the afternoon of 25/02/82 they were in the office of
Professor Buchalille. (Professor of Neurosurgery) The professor was reporting my
death and that my parents should be grateful, as I would have been a vegetable
had I survived. During this conversation a young frightened Nurse came rushing
into the office.
The nurse blurting out "She is alive, she sat up and spoke!",
The professor chastised her for interrupting them 3 times before taking her
outside and lecturing her about "dead bodies" moving and making noises
The Nurse was emphatic, "She sat up and said "Don't give me any more Drugs!""
At this point my mother took the professor by one elbow. She took my father by
his elbow and marched them down the corridor to see. They found me in a back
corridor where I had apparently been placed where the nurse could remove
equipment prior to my transfer to the Morgue. I was in deep coma and breathing.
I remained in coma for a further 10 days.
I don't know when in the above events of my experience took place. I have no
memory of the process of dying or leaving my body. I was moving headfirst
through a dark malstorm of what looked like black boiling clouds. I felt that I
was being beckoned to the sides that frightened me. Ahead was a tiny dot of
bright light that steadily grew and brightened as i drew nearer. I became aware
that I must be dead and was concerned for Mum & Dad and my Sister. I was
somewhat upset with myself as I thought "they will soon get over it." Like it
was in passing just a fleeting thought as I rushed greedily forward towards this
light.
I arrived with an explosion of glorious light into a room with insubstantial
walls. I was standing before a man about in his 30's, about 6 foot tall, reddish
brown shoulder length hair and an incredibly neat, short beard & moustache. He
wore a simple white robe. Light seemed to emanate from Him. I felt He had great
age and wisdom. He welcomed me with great Love, tranquility, Peace
(indescribable), no words. I felt as if " I can sit at your feet forever and be
content." This struck me as a strange thing to think/say/feel. The fabric of His
robe fascinated me. I tried to figure out how light could be woven!
He stood beside me and directed me to look to my left, where i was replaying my
life's less complementary moments. I re lived those moments. I felt not only
what I had done, but also the hurt I had caused. Some of the things I would have
never imagined could have caused pain. I was surprised that some things I may
have worried about, like shoplifting a chocolate as a child, were not there
whilst casual remarks which caused hurt unknown to me at the time were counted.
When I became burdened with guilt I was directed to other events which gave joy
to others. Although I felt unworthy, it seemed the balance was in my favor, and
I received great Love.
I was led further into the room, which became a hall. Coming towards me was my
Grandfather. He looked younger than I remembered and was without his Hare lip or
cleft pallet, but undoubtedly my grandfather. We hugged and he spoke and
welcomed me. I was moved to forgive him for dying when I was 14 and making me
break my promise to become a Doctor and find a cure for his heart condition.
Until that moment, I had not realized I had carried angry towards him!
Granddad told me that Grandma was coming soon and he was looking forward to her
arrival. I inquired why she was coming as she had been travelling from her home
in Manchester, to NZ, to Miami for continual summer for a number of years!
Granddad told me she had Cancer of the Bowel and was coming soon. Granddad
seemed to have no grasp of time when I pressed for how soon. (Grandma was
diagnosed 3 months later and died in August. I had upset my mother by telling
her about it when I regained consciousness.) After Granddad and I had talked a
while he took me further into the room which became a hall again. We approached
a group of people whom I started to recognize.
The Person who first welcomed me came and placed his hand on my shoulder and
turned me towards Him,
He said, " You must return. You have a task to perform."
I wanted to argue. I wanted to stay. I glanced back at Granddad and was
propelled quickly towards the entrance. At the threshold all became blackness.
Nothing. No
awareness.
After: Slowly, over several days I awoke from my coma during which I half
dreamed memories of familiar voices and glimpses of faces. The clearest moments
were several occasions where I would awake from deep sleep to find a nurse with
a syringe and I refused any Drugs. I have no idea why!
I had three lots of surgery to repair my face, skull, eye socket. Left hospital
with Pain, double vision, anosmia, and damage to 8th cranial nerve left me with
nausea and disturbed balance. For two years I was angry at G-d for sending me
back in such torment, with a task to do with no clues or instructions. Only one
thing. A clear message I have no idea how to pass on, which is
" It is time to live according to your Beliefs, whatever they may be, to put you
House in order, For the End Times are upon us!"
This can't be my task, there was no booming voice, or any way I know the message
got there. I am also unsure of the identity of the gatekeeper, no nametag, and
no introduction!
It took me 5 years as a zombie, before i was able to rehabilitate myself. I have
gainful employment, formed the Head Injury Society NZ in 1987, and am paraded as
the example of how well it is possible to recover from Acquired Brain Damage.
I still don't know my task, still have pain, amnesia, diplopia, etc.
That's about it except to say that the memory of the NDE is more real than what
i did yesterday.
Shalom... ve Chesed.... ( Peace and Loving Kindness ){Hebrew}
Peace & Love
-=<< Renee Turner.>>=-
renet@ihug.co.nz