I became very ill with spinal meningitis when I was 19 years old. I was in a coma for 5 days. I was told that the priest came in to read me my last rites, as I was unresponsive and dying.
This is what I remember:
I felt conscious but it wasn't as part of my known reality. I felt wonderful and such great peace. I had no sense of a body, and no thought that I was in a "weird" state. It was just natural. I didn't think about anyone or anything except for the beautiful way I felt in the moment. It seemed like I was just floating around without any form in an expansive reality where everything was the same thing, all connected. I was just part of everything. I didn't really have a sense of "me," I think. I was everything and everything was me. There was just "one."
I did not have any thoughts about my "real" life or any sense of going back there. It was wonderful!
Then, in the deep recess of my consciousness I heard my name.
I didn't pay any attention to it or do anything, just continued to enjoy the freeness I felt.
Then I heard it again a little louder and thought, "What is that?"
The I heard it again and made out the sound of my mother's voice calling my name. I didn't really want to hear it because I wanted to stay where I was. But then I heard her say, "Sharen, Alfie needs you so much."
Alfie was my baby. He was 8 months old. I totally forgot I had a baby. But then, after hearing my mother's voice say his name a few times, I was like, "Omg, Alfie! I have to go back."
Then, right after I said that, I felt a huge "swoosh," like being sucked by a vacuum, and I was sucked back into my body.
I opened my eyes and turned my head toward the voice. My mother was sitting next to my hospital bed. She started crying.
I'd chosen to go back. I always remember the beautiful way I felt. It has never left me, or the "oneness" I feel with all of creation.