Fingernail Crescent Spheres

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I had an accident on August 1, 1986 that stopped my heart for a short time; I do not know how long. I was alone at the edge of my peanut field with a 30-foot irrigation pipe in the air. It was too close to the overhead electrical distribution lines and I took a bolt of 7200 volts through my hands and out the sides of my feet. The pipe did not touch the wires, just came close enough that the electricity jumped through my well-grounded feet with wet socks and wet tennis shoes on damp earth. I remember feeling the electricity with my hands and then I was out. I am usually a very calm person that does not quickly get too excited and pretty much accepts what comes my way, but I remember how my verbal consciousness became very excited, unaccepting and fast as I pleaded that this was just an accident. I did not belong here. My daughter and wife needed me, etc. I remember my visual consciousness becoming aware of darkness. In the darkness I saw in the distance two spheres and they were lit in a tight fingernail crescent from a very bright source of light that was off to the right edge of my view. I felt that I was moving toward it to become one of those spheres; the other sphere was my guide in this new dimension. I was not moving very fast, just drifting toward the spheres. Then small blue patches began forming. As more patches of blue formed and expanded, the darkness and spheres were covered. I came to on my back looking up at the blue sky.

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