Corridors of Life's Images
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I awoke in a dream and decided to go look for God. I flew up through the clouds and into outer space. I flew for a long time and entered more clouds where I was drawn to a bright light. As I approached the light it spoke to me telepathically. With each word the the light brightened and dimmed rythmically. At first he kind of scolded me and asked what I was doing there as it wasn't my time yet. I had to go back. I was apologetic and very disappointed. I lingered and stalled as I bathed in the warmth and light of his unconditional love. As I absorbed the light of his love I felt the depth and breath of eternal knowledge and the wisdom of the ages within me. Reluctantly I returned home, but life was never the same. No religious brainwashing could ever convince me of their version of God. I already knew about God and never believed in hell.
Following a serious roll-over car accident where I was crushed in a vehicle, I remember leaving the scene - moving up a dark tunnel - being pulled slowly by my shoulders. After what seemed like only a few minutes, I stood suspended in front of two forms of light. The main brighest light form addressed me mentally, saying ... "It's not your time yet - you have to go back." Before I heard this, I had been examining my hands and arms, which were a translucent light blue. I still looked normal, but without actual body mass. I had some sense that I was not alive, but it wasn't entirely clear.
Everything started in 2002. It was a hard year for me. I was in total depression and had been hospitalized. At that time I was on medication taking a pill for everything. One day I ran out of medication and asked a friend if she could give me some of hers and she did.
On March 21, 1970, I was in the fifth week of Army basic training. We had just had our bivouac. A bivouac is a miserably cold camping experience. The next day or so, in the morning (5:00 am), I went on sick call. Myself and the others on sick call traipsed over to the dispensary, had our temperatures taken, and described our symptoms.