Coming and Going Somewhere

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I was experiencing tremendous chest pain and difficulty breathing. My chest pain had been noticeable for about a month. I thought I had pulled a muscle. My shortness of breath I thought was due to being out of shape despite the fact that I would run 4 times a week for at least 45 minutes at a time. I had been an endurance athlete, racing bicycles for 25 years. My cholesterol was borderline 204 and blood pressure borderline 140/90. I blocked out my father’s death of heart attack at age 65 and his father’s death at age 69 of the same. I was raised not to complain and not be a problem. So in the middle of the night of June 12th, the pain was too much. I awakened my wife and she took me to the hospital. I staggered in. I remember being put in a wheel chair and wired to an EKG. There was quite a commotion. I recall being put on a gurney and rushed down a hall. The pain was excruciating. Then I remember a doctor telling me not to move or I would not survive.

 

Prior to seeing and hearing the doctor I recalled being in a room that was all gold. It may not have been a room, but all was gold colored. I had the sense I entered the place. I sensed, but did not see people, entities, and presences all around. In front of me was a casket. It was dark brown mahogany. It was a small casket. Not small like a child's but more the size for a 10 year old. It was open and I moved toward it. There was gold silk or satin cloth in it. I got up and looked in. There were some leaves, twigs and a small amount of water as though it had been left outside for a time and stuff collected in it. I looked up and that is when I saw the doctor above telling me I could not move.

It seems my heart attack was very serious. They had a difficult time breaking up the clot that had occluded 100% of my left anterior descending artery. The damage to my heart was significant and it was not pumping on its own. I was in cardiogenic shock. They inserted a balloon pump. My heart would not tolerate the removal of the balloon pump for 36 hours. It was after the insertion of the balloon pump, so I'm told, that I recall being roused and told not to move. My vision was more real than a dream. I don't recall any feelings other than curiosity looking into the casket and the awareness of others around. Not a day goes by that I don't relive the vision. Now I "see" people my clients bring into the room, sometimes.

It's all so hard to describe. But, I know this, I was going somewhere and I have come from somewhere. A few months later I was in ICU because a friend was dying. The instant I walked into the room I knew he was somewhere else. Family was around holding his hand and praying. I just knew he was 99.9% crossed over. I've had many other unexplainable senses since my heart attack.

Last Updated ( Monday, 21 March 2011 13:24 )

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