Powerful Bright White Force

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I intentionally took large amounts of Valium 150 mg., drank three to four regular mugs of beer and ingested seven gelatin capsules containing a form of PCP oil. One capsule was sufficient to provoke an extremely intense trip lasting at least 12 hours.

People with me included an LPN nurse who evaluated my physical indicators and called police EMT rescue. I left the bar where we were drinking and refused to receive EMT transport and admit the ingestion of illicit substances.

Shortly thereafter the LPN and another companion attempted to take me to an acute care hospital emergency room. I became unconscious after being dragged approximately five blocks. Apparently ER intervention was rapid; however, the drugs I ingested had no reversal agents (such as narcan for opiates). In an effort to help me regain vital signs, I received two injections of dexroamphetamine. I have no first-hand knowledge of these facts which are reconstructed from medical records.

My experience consisted of becoming consciously aware of floating above my body and observing medical personnel working frantically on my body which I could see on the ER gurney. My viewpoint was from the ceiling area of the room. Next I recall traveling out of the room, down a long white light corridor. At the end of my travel I recall encountering a much more intense and powerful bright white force. I was sent back from this force via the same corridor. My next recollection is of an ER nurse saying, "Good you're awake; go lie down over there," pointing to a different ER bed out of the central treatment area. 

Since the mid-80's I have been spending time with terminally ill people, including 24-hour complete caregiver. I have read a fair amount of material pertaining to death, dying and NDE's as well as exercises and regular practice of deep-guided relaxation/self hypnosis and astral travel.

 

Last Updated ( Thursday, 01 February 2007 17:27 )

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