Dying – A Personal Experience
When I was about 8 or 9, the husband of one of my great aunts died.
He had a heart attack yet he was only in his 40’s. It was sudden and unexpected. No one of course told me.
They talked about it when I wasn’t around, yet I, like most children, wasn’t stupid. Parents forget sometimes
that children are there, or are in the next room and can hear. So eventually I worked out what had happened...
and I was scared! Not right away; no, it took about a year. I was in bed one night but could hear the news on
television: I caught something about a civil war. I didn’t know what that was and I couldn’t ask my parents.
One did not ask questions in our household. So then I became afraid. If there was a war I could die and even
when I understood it wouldn’t happen here the fear still didn’t leave me. A few years later, when I was in my
late teens, my aunt told me about 3 of my previous incarnations where we had been together. This knowledge that
we died and returned helped for a while, but afterwards the fear came back. As I progressed spiritually, and
could see and hear my guides and had experiences of the spiritual realms, one would have thought that it would
have eased my mind – but it didn’t, because the experiences I had were often after I left my body when I was in
sleep state. This didn’t actually tell me what it was like to die, it somehow wasn’t proof, and it was the proof
that I needed. I wanted to leave my body and come back to it, similar to the reports one hears of people who have
been under anaesthetic and can see their physical body whilst they hover above it in their spirit form.
So what happened? I was eating a chip which got stuck in my throat, so effectively I choked. My heart stopped. I know it did because I couldn’t breathe. I don’t mean it was difficult and I struggled the way one does when one has asthma, I mean I couldn’t breathe because I was dead and had nothing to breathe with! Although I only realised this after the event.
And what did I experience? You know what a sparkler looks like? Well that is how my whole body felt, if you get what I mean. It was quite incredible and there was no break in consciousness. One minute I was choking, then I wasn’t, and there was no sense of my body at all. And all around me was gold light. I could no longer see the kitchen I had been standing in. The whole thing probably only lasted a second or two and then I came back to my body again, only this time without a bit of fried potato stuck in my throat. Has my fear gone? Absolutely, and I have no worries now about telling people what it’s like. I am also more specific when I tell my guide what I want!