1988 NDE: “Monsters” 4

Mon­sters

I never got around to giv­ing a full tes­ti­mony to all the guys about what I had sight of dur­ing that 14 minute inter­val from when I left the phys­i­cal body to when I left the scene and went into the light.   I was try­ing to respect the belief and ‘dis­be­lief’ of their own minds when it came to spir­i­tual and reli­gious mat­ters.  I was not a reli­gious per­son and every­one knew this.  I was sort of an ‘anti-church’ per­son.  My NDE’s had led me to have a direct rela­tion­ship with spirit.  I had stud­ied reli­gion and church and felt there was too much pol­i­tics involved.  It made my friends ner­vous when I spoke of hav­ing sight of them ‘feed­ing’ their mon­sters prior to me depart­ing my phys­i­cal body

When my close friend ran away from the room to call 9–1-1, I had been par­tially out of my body.  My ‘sec­ond sight’ was return­ing as I pre­pared to leave the body.  The one young man whom I had the argu­ment with that led to the col­lapsed lung wouldn’t allow any­one to come to my aid.  I had been try­ing to make a point about his anger — and him ‘feed­ing his demon.’  When I looked up and saw that it was sort of con­ta­gious — I started cry­ing.  My thought was ‘for­give them for they know not what they are doing or say­ing.’  All of them were mak­ing fun and ridi­cul­ing me.  None of them knew that I was in the mid­dle of a seri­ous med­ical cri­sis and a few sec­onds away from ‘giv­ing up the ghost.’  The sight of peo­ple ‘feed­ing their demons’ was noth­ing new to me.  I had wit­nessed it many times after my 1978 near death expe­ri­ence — and many times dur­ing my child­hood after and dur­ing my child­hood NDE’s.  It was always a sad sight for me to bear.  I called out for ‘God’s help’ and for God to ‘bear wit­ness.’  I did this more for my pro­tec­tion than for the minds of my friends.  I didn’t want to be attacked by these ‘dark spir­its’ once I left the body.  (That would hap­pen dur­ing childhood.)

My prayer was heard instantly and the “dark crit­ters” (mon­sters) looked up and over my shoul­der with a star­tled look in their eyes.  They started run­ning all over one another to get clear of the scene.  It was always car­toon­ish to wit­ness this with spir­i­tual sight.  My friends were stand­ing in the room with these ‘fiendish’ spir­its feed­ing on a ‘neg­a­tive energy’ that was com­ing out of their mouths in their words.  My friends also gave a star­tled look and that is what led me to believe they could see my spirit com­ing out of my body.  It hap­pened at the same moment.   My friends later told me that what they were look­ing at was my phys­i­cal body going into some sort of seizure flop­ping around on the ground like a fish out of water.  I had audio of both the phys­i­cal and spir­i­tual worlds dur­ing that tran­si­tion out of the body.  The ‘crit­ters’ were mak­ing so much noise in their depar­ture that I couldn’t hear the phys­i­cal noise com­ing from behind me when the phys­i­cal body started going into convulsions.

Depart­ing the Body

I jumped up (in my spir­i­tual body) and was walk­ing (hov­er­ing) up to each of my friends try­ing to get their atten­tion.  They were ignor­ing me.  I thought they were being rude.  They kept look­ing on the ground behind me and below me in the direc­tion I had been lay­ing prior.  I tried to speak to sev­eral of my friends but they kept ignor­ing me.  It wasn’t until a few sec­onds prior to when my close friend returned from mak­ing the emer­gency call for help that I turned to see a body lay­ing on the ground where I had been lay­ing.  At first — I thought it was a trick from the ‘trick­sters’ (mon­sters) who had departed.  I thought one of them had been tram­pled on in the rush.   Then I noticed that this body had on clothes that was sim­i­lar to my own.  I was just about to real­ize it was me — when my friend came through the door and saw the body lay­ing on the ground. When my body had stopped breath­ing — it had coughed up a lot of blood and the lung that had col­lapsed was clearly vis­i­ble in the mouth.    Every­one said look­ing at the face was like look­ing at a frog that had been ran over in the mid­dle of the road.  It was a very hor­rid sight.

My young friend fell to his knees and started pound­ing on the ground.  His tears started flow­ing.   Then I noticed the young friend whose anger it was that led to the sit­u­a­tion at hand.  He was on his knees as well.  He wasn’t cry­ing as much as he was pray­ing.  This amazed me as well as every­one else because he had been a very devout athe­ist.  He was talk­ing to God and plead­ing with God to bring life back to my body.  Every­one else was try­ing to keep my other friend from crawl­ing to the body lay­ing on the ground.   They were all try­ing to put their hands on him some how and com­fort him.  Every­one knew we had a spe­cial bond together and he was the one who was going to suf­fer the great­est loss — if — I didn’t get back into my body.  Or — if I had been a ‘goner’ for good.

It was at that moment that I started notic­ing the fact that when every­one ‘thought’ I had died — I started see­ing the flow of love they had for me in their hearts.  It was flow­ing out­ward and wash­ing over me in spirit.  When my close friend started pound­ing on the floor — the stream of invis­i­ble love he had in his heart was gush­ing out­ward like Niagara Falls.

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