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30 People In This Online Group Shared What Death Is Like After Being Declared Dead And Then Resuscitated
There is still a lot that we don’t know about death. Sure, it’s easy to write it off as a state of non-existence, at least in the physical form, but then we have the entire philosophical part attached to it.
So, it should come as no surprise that people continue to ask questions about it. One Redditor by the nickname of u/Aidanmartin3 recently asked a death-related question on r/AskReddit.
In particular, he asked people who were pronounced dead and ended up being resuscitated what they went through mentally whilst being pronounced dead—whether they had some sort of dream or there was a light at the end of the tunnel or something.
Redditors flooded in to respond to Aidan’s question, sharing stories of their own near-death experiences, or those of the people they know. Bored Panda has collected some of the most intriguing and best ones and made it into a list which you can read through, vote and comment on below.
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One of my best friends almost died giving birth to her daughter. She was bleeding out and the doctor and nurse had summoned the priest to perform last rites. She basically made a plea to god that if he let her live, she would make her life's mission to save other people on the way to emergency surgery.
Says she blacked out and thought she was dead. She woke up with her Mom and doctor standing by her bed surprised she had survived.
She felt she had been given a mission and went back to school to be a nurse. She eventually got a job as an ICU nurse on the code team. In short, when people are dying, its her job to save them, which she's done for more than 20+ years now.
Yea they told me i was dead for 3 minutes, i remember those clips of people saying they experienced some kind of near-afterlife, but for me it was like sleeping, i woke up, they told me how i almost died, i said oh yeah? they explained a bunch of stuff and then offered me a grilled cheese.. i had doritos too. 10/10 would die again, it's just nothingness, not scary at all.
Yeah, why should you be? There was nothingness before you were born, too.
Load More Replies...tbh, sometimes when i'm just really tired of anxiety (and the works), that nothingness is what's most appealing. like, finally some silence and peace, you know?
Thank you for this! I'm terminal and have been increasingly afraid. THis makes me feel better!
Where we are, death is not. Where death is, we are not. There is nothing to fear.
That's what I'm terrified of. Nothingness. No sound, no sights, no feeling.
Where were you that rhey offered you CHIPS & GRILLED CHEESE? You're lucky if you can even get ice chips if you're in the hospital until a doctor approves!
See, this is why I look forward to dying. Didn't Stephen Hawking describe it as turning off a computer?
If you're alive to tell the tale you were never truly dead. This whole subject is utterly ridiculous.
Aight, who’s gonna tell this person that having a heart attack is considered death?
Load More Replies...A frat brother was clinically dead forty five seconds. Overdosed on Xanax. The experience changed his life. He never used drugs again. He said he saw himself over the hospital bed and the nurses working. He said as he slowly floated through the roof a peaceful feeling better than any drug took over. He said you feel free of all worry and regret. He saw the white light allegedly and a few family members before they said it wasn’t his time. He floated back to his body. He was never the same again and used to be atheist.
I wasn't pronounced dead but from what I was told I wasn't far.
I experienced nothingness. Like when you black out from drinking. Or when you get home from a super long day to fall on the couch and just fall asleep. it was like absolute restfulness and peace, but in absolute darkness. It's not scary at all, and it's really eliminated my fear of dying. The only thing I worry about are those that love me after I pass - otherwise I could really go at any point and I wouldn't mind. It made me stop thinking about good and evil and made me think more that people are just human.
I was somewhere else. I was warm and safe and in no pain. I knew everyone that I cared about was just fine. Somebody / something patted me on the back and whispered, "You haven't been here in a while. Would you like to stay or go back?"
My kids were toddlers at the time. They needed me to come back. Then EVERYTHING hurt, even my hair and the world was loud and blindingly bright and harsh
I don't remember any of them. been declared dead 3 times and not once did i remember anything during death.
Not me but my husband. This happened just a few weeks ago on December 6th. We were in our room chilling and talking about going to lunch and doing some Christmas shopping. As I got up to get dressed he started breathing funny. I look over and his arms are seized up and eyes wide. He’s not responding to me at all. As I’m on the phone with 911 he stopped breathing. I preformed CPR with the helpful instructions from the dispatcher for 7 minutes until the paramedics arrived.
Once they got here they continued CPR and had to defib him twice. When they finally got him in the ambulance they had him intubated and a pulse going again. He was in the Cardiac ICU for 5 day. Only intubated for about 24 hours before they woke him up from heavy sedation.
They did loads of tests. Nothing wrong with his heart but it was ruled a sudden cardiac arrest. On that 5th day he went in for surgery to have an ICD put in and was transferred out of ICU. He was release on the 6th day.
He remembers very little of the whole ordeal. Doesn’t remember it happening or how long he was there. His memory of being in the hospital is hazy. But he’s doing great. Tired and healing but alive and I had him home for Christmas.
He may not remember but I always will. Scariest 6 days of my life. Having my healthy 31 year old husband, the love of my life, almost die in front of me is something I’ll never forget.
Sudden death is a thing where your heart just stops out of nowhere, most likely the situation
I was around 5 years old when I almost internally bled to death from a bad virus. I experienced what I could only describe as maybe some weird limbo in between heaven. It’s weird because i don’t think I even had a concept of heaven at that point unless it something I saw in a cartoon.
I was transported to my grandparents house except there was no walls. Everything was hanging on the walls like normal but it was floating in midair. No one was home but I remember just wandering around the house looking at everything floating. Then it switched to me at my elementary school. Again, there was no one around. Almost abandoned. Except I saw another girl around my same age. My memory is a bit foggy of what she told me but I know she had passed away and I think she was trying to get to heaven. We ended up being in some beautiful area, gorgeous hills with green grass and beautiful trees everywhere with blue skies. I was standing next to a tree and kept rubbing the leaves, as long as I kept rubbing the leaves I wouldn’t pass away completely. I remember then being almost literally in the sky. There was a huge giant tree log that I wasn’t allowed to pass unless I was ready to leave earth. If I decided to go over it, I would basically be with “God” although I don’t remember thinking that word as a kid. It was just like you would be with some loving energy. I remember not wanting to cross because I didn’t want to leave my parents yet. And that was it. I woke back up from falling unconscious suddenly as I was hemorrhaging
I got hit by a car. I could still see with my eye that didn't have blood in it. I could hear all the commotion. I felt getting forced into my back and then cpr. I felt my first heartbeat and then blood flowing through my body and at that point I felt all the pain took a deep breath and then everything went black
I was about 15. Climbed on top of the kitchen counters to grab something from the top cabinet, slipped and fell head first on the marble floor. Next thing I knew I was walking in water barefoot. I look up to my upper right hand side and there’s a BRIGHT light with a hand poking out making the come here gesture. I walk towards it. Meanwhile I realize the PEACEFUL and relaxed state I’m feeling. Like the best deep sleep ever and I say to myself “man this is awesome I never wanna wake up” then all of a sudden a jolt and I wake up to my mom wailing her lungs out. Apparently I was stiff, cold with no heartbeat and managed to piss my pants. As an atheist that doesn’t believe in heave it’s def something I think about often.
When I had my 1st a C-section was required, I bled a lot and all I know is I was in warm bright water floating and someone asked not in words "Do you want to stay or do you want to go", I had no answer because it was so warm and I felt flooded with love and acceptance that either direction was okay. The doctors decided I should stay. No message was directed for me to give, just love, earnest unfathomable love. Still makes me cry that I am that loved, we all are even at our worst.
As My family was saying goodbye to me I remember seeing 3 shadow people at the foot of the hospital bed (me thinking it was family) I asked “who are they” my mother then proceeds to tell me they were angels but I perceived them as my dead relatives there to bring me to the other side. The nurses then proceeded to put me under anesthesia so the doctors could hopefully get my brain to stop bleeding. They were successful and I’m still here! I was told later on that they lost me during the surgery but I would have never known that on my own. I went under then woke up, that’s all I knew.
I think this can be explained, not just as an NDE, but it’s possible that as OPs brain was bleeding, it wasn’t functioning correctly, thus causing hallucinations.
I was in a motorbike accident in 2013. It eventually resulted in internal bleeding from damage to my spleen and liver (plus more - I was pretty messed up. Just the spleen was really bleeding though). I ended up with 13 units added to me over multiple transfusions.
I had a few small incision surgeries to try to stop the bleeding before they really opened me up. The morning I was supposed to have a big surgery I was waiting in the ICU.
I am told that I "coded" one morning. Effectively I was on the edge of death and my heart stopped. It was definitely not so far as to be pronounced dead but I guess it was closer than most people prefer.
Between physical trauma, massive blood loss, and massive-er pain killers my memory of the time in the ICU is spotty at best. I have absolutely no memory of coding. It isn't very exciting from my prospective, but my brother says it was pretty intense for everyone else in the room.
Luckily I have a totally normal life now. If I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt all my scars are hidden and no one knows any different. In the pool, there are a lot of scars to see. Kids stare. It doesn't bother me.
Thanks to all the medical staff out there that do so much to keep people like me alive!!!
Those are your battle scars . You earned them ! So ... If a child asks you, where did you get those scars from. Tell them you fought a lion or crocodile. You will be the child’s hero .
My buddy had heart surgery last year that got complicated, to the point where it took about triple the time it was supposed to. (He has spoken at length with me about the experience because it was so traumatic.) He did require resuscitation from a full arrest mid-surgery, which sadly (fortunately?) he does not remember.
What he does slightly remember, is the THREE DAYS of post-surgical psychosis as the specific cocktail of sedation played poorly with his personal brain chemistry. For him it was a relentless stream of horrible hallucinations, demons, fighting monsters, quicksand, carnivorous hospital beds, being swallowed by the orderlies who morphed into tentacle monsters, pulling out his own Foley catheter while it was still inflated, all sorts of terrible, horrible memories he wish he could erase.
So if he even remembered specifically the being dead portion of the program, it is unlikely that would even compare to the subsequent 3 days of his life.
I don’t remember anything from the whole day. It happened one afternoon. Only thing I remember is waking in the hospital two days later to a surprised nurse. Turns out they thought I was going to be in a coma.
I had an employee of mine get very sick over a period of time, I won’t go into the details of his illness. He had been in the hospital for a week before I was allowed to see him. I was visiting him in his hospital room and his wife was also in the room. He kind of blanked out and then the equipment hooked up to him started beeping, alarms were going off. He flat lined. Many doctors and nurses rushed into the room and they tried to resuscitate him. We were eventually ordered out of the room. They came out about a half hour later and told us that they were successful in resuscitation. I wasn’t allowed to see him again until several days later. At that time he told me what he observed during the ordeal. He said that he observed the entire episode from a third person point of view, he saw the whole thing including me and his wife in the room. He no longer works for me but we still stay in touch.
My grandpa was pretty much dead. They said to say our goodbyes etc because he wasn’t going to wake up. There was little brain activity, machines were breathing for him, the whole nine yards. I spent most of the time talking to him, because somewhere Id read that people could still hear so I told him to have strength and to come back because we needed him. It was a bad time.
He “woke” up a couple of hours later. Doctors said it was a miracle. He says he remembers us talking to him when he was “in there” and how there was some sort of light but our voices kept bringing him back.
He’s doing good. Can talk and is slowly gaining strength a year and half later. He will be on a ventilator for the rest of his life but hey he’s here.
The story I have is from my great aunt. She was in the hospital before I was born with heart failure. She died three times (the third time she failed to resuscitate). She told my dad after the first time she died, she saw a man she didn't recognize. The man asked if she was ready to go. She told him that she wasn't. He said okay, and she woke up to the hospital staff above her. The second time she died, her health had gone downhill even further. She said she saw the same man and she said she was ready to go with him. This time he said no, it wasn't her time, and he sent her back. The final time she died stuck.
Died from an overdose for a few minutes.
there really wasn't anything. just blackness and a vague lapse of time. it was almost like waking up from a s****** night's rest and feeling like a horse had kicked me in the chest.
I took a bottle of heavy duty sleeping pills(100) washed down by a half bottle of vodka.I don't remember any white light or anything like that , but when I woke up 3 days later The doctor said , and I quote, you should be f&^%$$g dead. I have been clean and sober now for 18 years and have passed on my experience , strength and hope to many others.
Not me but an ex girlfriends mother.
Her heart stopped for 28 minutes. They told the family she was gone and they brought a priest to bless the room. She ended up coming back.
She said she remembers running through a field with a little girl that she believes was her niece(I could be wrong about who she thinks it was it was a few years ago that I was told) wearing the dress that she was buried in.
I don’t remember my heart stopping cause it was during surgery but I definitely remember being in life support. I thought I was in some weird handmaid’s tale type situation and I was in the hospital for them to take my baby out of me. I wasn’t pregnant can’t get pregnant. I was in the hospital due to a kidney stone and I went into septic shock. They did a couple different surgeries for it and the 2nd one my heart stopped for a while. I’m going to edit and add that during my 10 days stay in the ICU. I was ready to die. Knew it was my time. It really didn’t click how sick I was until day 9 and I was up walking the floors and a nurse who took care of me in the beginning, got very excited and came and hugged me. In my head I was like ok I’m just out of bed. Then it hit me that she didn’t expect me to make it.
My dad died briefly and said that he went down a long hallway to a door. When he was going to open it he felt himself being sucked back into his own body
I heard a loud pitch noise telling me that I had a lot left to live for as it got higher pitched. Then I saw a bright light and woke up but I think that was the ambulance driver shining the flashlight in my eyes
For the sake of the suspense let’s just say the light was energy and power
I died from anaphylactic shock when I was 6. Flatlined for almost 3 minutes. I remember looking at myself in the ER with a stuffed bunny someone had put on my bed by my feet. My next memory is the next day in ICU when I woke, I was reaching around asking for my bunny. Supposedly it freaked out my mom and the nurses, because the bunny never made it into the ICU.
It felt like I was in a long tunnel, just floating and feeling very tired. I remember falling asleep and having a dream that I was in the kitchen in the house where I grew up in and my dad was cooking breakfast. I could hear a commotion and chaos at one end and at the other end there was a warm light that felt peaceful. Then all of a sudden I was abruptly in the chaos of an emergency room.
Back when I was a kid, I was mauled by a dog. I ended up literally scalped and was rushed to the E.R. Back then, there wasn't a priority rush, but rather first come-first serve mentality. Mom argued with the nurse about getting me into surgery, however there were other people ahead of us, so she was ordered to sit and wait for our turn. I remember being completely mummified in towels in an attempt by my mom to stop the bleeding. I remember just feeling warm and fuzzy, like I was wearing a fleece robe over my entire body. I felt at peace. There wasn't anything on my mind; no thoughts or worries. Just darkness. I couldn't really hear anything except muffled talking even though one of my ears were uncovered. The warmth eventually turned to a chill, similar to the feeling you get standing in front of a hotel air conditioner in the Summer (weirdly specific example but it's the closest thing I can compare it to) After a few hours (it only felt like minutes for me!) I was moved onto a gurney and remember seeing blurry people around me like I was squinting my eyes. The hospital lights were really intense and bright. I swear at one point I saw a ghostly image of one of my grandparents just smiling as I was wheeled past them. Then, I just passed out like I'd run the most exhausting marathon of my life. In the end, I had a blood transfusion, died once, received 300 stitches on my scalp, and 4 reconstructive surgeries.
And to think you had to wait your turn in the hospital, what kind of hospital was that! They are suppose to take in the most severe cases first, and that was very severe!
I've died once. I don't remember much about it except there was a nice, dark nothingness which I guess felt kind of cozy, but I also knew it was the end, so I'd better not ... I don't know, I knew I wasn't supposed to go into the dark. Like I was in the dark, but I wasn't supposed to be enjoying it, because if I embraced it too much I would die. I'm generally not that scared of death these days.
It was kind of like falling asleep and kinda vaguely remembering a dream when you wake up. All I really have are feelings, not a solid picture or an image or anything like that.
Not my experience, a friend's.
My friend was pronounced dead about 6 times I believe, but only told me two of the experiences.
Just pure blackness in an empty space.
Their grandfather told them to go back.
Anaphylactic reaction to an already deadly irukandji jellyfish sting. I coded. Saw this white light and could see my myself “floating upwards” saw my family and the drs and nurses who were working on me. Came back and was in intense pain
I died for 30 seconds from anaphylactic shock. (Buckwheat, though)
Not me, but I used to know a guy who had been shot in the back of the head in a drive by, he was pronounced dead and then he came back. When I asked him what it was like, he told me a bright light was holding onto him, carrying him up somewhere. He said he was asking "why me, why me?" and then he was dropped.
Felt like third person security camera footage of my body, then slowly zooming out and rising up, felt really really cold and then I started hearing really loud clanging sounds and woke up in the ambulance to the sound of the gurney bouncing on a rough road. It was surreal, haven’t feared death since then tbh. It was almost 6 years ago and I still think about it a few times a month.
I died giving birth in Africa due to a shortage of doctors and not enough literate or qualified nurses. I went through 4 days of hell after being given 14 times the amount of meds I should have. My baby stopped moving. I was hemorrhaging. Next thing, my doc just happened to show up and whisked me into surgery. I remember seeing a number on the monitor by my head and it was 48/30. I asked what it meant. The person by my head said it was my blood pressure. My hearing kept going in and out. From the doctor arriving in the hospital to me having the anesthesia mask put over my face was a matter of minutes. I remember seeing her hold up the scalpel and I said "I'm not asleep yet." Then nothing. Apparently during this time both my baby and I died, but they managed to revive us both. I wonder if the anaesthetic prevents you from experiencing/remembering what so many others experience.
One of my Marines was hit with an IED, severed his femoral artery. He was basically gone within a minute but we applied the tourniquet and got him Medevaced immediately. He was "dead" but was later able to tell me in detail who had the tourniquet, who applied it, saw me write the time on his forehead... all kinds of things that he saw from above. Even heard me call him a "stupid m**********r" for driving over the IED (inside joke). He's a hospice care worker now.
I was in the ICU for 8 days, non-responsive. All my lights were red. My husband went home to shower before they were going to air-lift me a university hospital. God asked me I wanted to come home or stay? I said stay. When my husband came back all my lights were green and I was sitting up in bed, awake.
There are a lot of triggered atheists in the comments of these stories. If you don't believe in an afterlife (and that's your right to do so), why does it bother you if a dying person experiences a hallucination of the afterlife?
It seems the people who OD’d or were under anesthesia all experienced only darkness. That could be explained by the meds’ effects on the brain rather than a true NDE.
Two NDEs, and also traumatic shock from pain. Some of these are trauma-shock (that's my persona shorthand for when your body is hit so hard it shuts down pain perceptions to stay alive). All remind us: Life is fragile, and fleeting.
According to what my mum said (massive pulmonary embolism), there is nothing. No sound, no light, nothing. Longest minute of my life was watching it happen.
Can someone please explain why nothingness would be so awful? I really don't understand. You guys must be terrified of sleeping at night? What's the difference? You don't have perception of time and space, so who cares if there is nothing? You'll never "know" there is nothing.
Seems there's two common themes here: if the death was sudden, nothing at all, just blackness. If it involved any sort of meaningful delay or involved the brain being directly affected, various "visions". The scientific conclusion is that death itself is an absolute loss of consciousness, but if the gap between critical injury and death is long enough, it can lead to hallucinations. Which makes a lot of sense; those who experience near-death events (ie. they physically come close to dying) tend to have vivid dream-like visions too. Conclusion: When you die nothing happens, but if it takes long enough to go from life-threatening injury to death, you're going to have a hell of a last few moments.
That's an interesting analytical summary. I read similar before (I'm just not sure I like them). But what do you think of examples where dying people saw and heard things that later on can be confirmed by others? Like when they saw from above what the doctors did or wore or how somebody came in. That's always the point that chastens me.
Load More Replies...My grandma hemorrhaged during her 8th childbirth and flatlined. She said it was such a comfortable spot and she thought it would be so nice to go but then remembered she had 8 children who she loved and needed her and thought "don't die don't die, wake up". She obviously lived to tell the story
I've never died before but I have had a couple out of body experiences and visions. After my very first seizure I told paramedics and my partner that I had witnessed the scene from the corner of the ceiling. I can vaguely recall looking down on myself and the panic surrounding me but my brain won't allow me to fully remember it in detail as it literally doesn't make any sense. I do remember feeling somewhat detached but at the same time tethered to my actual body as though I was on the end of a rope. I saw my deceased grandmother during another seizure and was calm when I came round. I have no idea what was real and what wasn't so I wasn't as traumatised as I should have been. I've had many seizures since then and experienced other bizarre things. I'm intrigued by the whole subject.
Shortly before one of my grandmothers died I was alone with her in her hospital room. All of a sudden she said "I can see him, he's here, he wants me to go with him but, I don't know if I'm ready". It comforted me a little when she passed because I thought 'she must have been ready'.
My dad died in 2014 during the Columbus Dash for Donation. His heart had something wrong with it, and he just... died. Luckily it was right in front of an emergency van, and he was okay. He doesn't remember anything.
OD ed on sleeping med 2 yrs ago was dead for about 3 mins before i was resuscitated. It was like sleeping but i distinctly remember getting into an argument with someone before i woke up. Hurt like a bitch.
I have drowned twice in my life. Needless to say how terrified I am of large bodies of water now. But the first time I drowned I remember everything. I felt so warm and calm as I heard them frantically pull me from the water and start CPR. I Then slowly their voices started to fade away and all I could hear was the wind in the trees. And all of a sudden my whole body jolted and it was like I was plunging into a lake in the middle of winter. My body was so cold it hurt. The second time I just remember being terrified.
I believe that you go to the same place you were before you were born, can you remember it? No? Don´t worry there is nothing to remember, nothing to feel, no YOU, because the universe needs the chemicals and atoms back. You will be nothing and you will be nothing for as long as the universe exists. Or as the saying goes: "Live now because you are going to be dead a long time!" You will be remembered by your children and perhaps the grand kids and if you are very lucky your great grandkids may have a fleeting memory of some old person and after the last person who remembers you has died then you will be truly dead and gone.
This sounds like parts of Pixar's "Soul" and "Coco" mixed together. Very interesting.
Load More Replies...People are either completely unconscious, or semi conscious and therefore still half aware of surroundings while dreaming and hallucinating due to illness, physical and psychological trauma and/or opioid drugs. Which is exactly what you’d expect. The rest are embellishing and polishing their stories or just making them up.
Load More Replies...I died giving birth in Africa due to a shortage of doctors and not enough literate or qualified nurses. I went through 4 days of hell after being given 14 times the amount of meds I should have. My baby stopped moving. I was hemorrhaging. Next thing, my doc just happened to show up and whisked me into surgery. I remember seeing a number on the monitor by my head and it was 48/30. I asked what it meant. The person by my head said it was my blood pressure. My hearing kept going in and out. From the doctor arriving in the hospital to me having the anesthesia mask put over my face was a matter of minutes. I remember seeing her hold up the scalpel and I said "I'm not asleep yet." Then nothing. Apparently during this time both my baby and I died, but they managed to revive us both. I wonder if the anaesthetic prevents you from experiencing/remembering what so many others experience.
One of my Marines was hit with an IED, severed his femoral artery. He was basically gone within a minute but we applied the tourniquet and got him Medevaced immediately. He was "dead" but was later able to tell me in detail who had the tourniquet, who applied it, saw me write the time on his forehead... all kinds of things that he saw from above. Even heard me call him a "stupid m**********r" for driving over the IED (inside joke). He's a hospice care worker now.
I was in the ICU for 8 days, non-responsive. All my lights were red. My husband went home to shower before they were going to air-lift me a university hospital. God asked me I wanted to come home or stay? I said stay. When my husband came back all my lights were green and I was sitting up in bed, awake.
There are a lot of triggered atheists in the comments of these stories. If you don't believe in an afterlife (and that's your right to do so), why does it bother you if a dying person experiences a hallucination of the afterlife?
It seems the people who OD’d or were under anesthesia all experienced only darkness. That could be explained by the meds’ effects on the brain rather than a true NDE.
Two NDEs, and also traumatic shock from pain. Some of these are trauma-shock (that's my persona shorthand for when your body is hit so hard it shuts down pain perceptions to stay alive). All remind us: Life is fragile, and fleeting.
According to what my mum said (massive pulmonary embolism), there is nothing. No sound, no light, nothing. Longest minute of my life was watching it happen.
Can someone please explain why nothingness would be so awful? I really don't understand. You guys must be terrified of sleeping at night? What's the difference? You don't have perception of time and space, so who cares if there is nothing? You'll never "know" there is nothing.
Seems there's two common themes here: if the death was sudden, nothing at all, just blackness. If it involved any sort of meaningful delay or involved the brain being directly affected, various "visions". The scientific conclusion is that death itself is an absolute loss of consciousness, but if the gap between critical injury and death is long enough, it can lead to hallucinations. Which makes a lot of sense; those who experience near-death events (ie. they physically come close to dying) tend to have vivid dream-like visions too. Conclusion: When you die nothing happens, but if it takes long enough to go from life-threatening injury to death, you're going to have a hell of a last few moments.
That's an interesting analytical summary. I read similar before (I'm just not sure I like them). But what do you think of examples where dying people saw and heard things that later on can be confirmed by others? Like when they saw from above what the doctors did or wore or how somebody came in. That's always the point that chastens me.
Load More Replies...My grandma hemorrhaged during her 8th childbirth and flatlined. She said it was such a comfortable spot and she thought it would be so nice to go but then remembered she had 8 children who she loved and needed her and thought "don't die don't die, wake up". She obviously lived to tell the story
I've never died before but I have had a couple out of body experiences and visions. After my very first seizure I told paramedics and my partner that I had witnessed the scene from the corner of the ceiling. I can vaguely recall looking down on myself and the panic surrounding me but my brain won't allow me to fully remember it in detail as it literally doesn't make any sense. I do remember feeling somewhat detached but at the same time tethered to my actual body as though I was on the end of a rope. I saw my deceased grandmother during another seizure and was calm when I came round. I have no idea what was real and what wasn't so I wasn't as traumatised as I should have been. I've had many seizures since then and experienced other bizarre things. I'm intrigued by the whole subject.
Shortly before one of my grandmothers died I was alone with her in her hospital room. All of a sudden she said "I can see him, he's here, he wants me to go with him but, I don't know if I'm ready". It comforted me a little when she passed because I thought 'she must have been ready'.
My dad died in 2014 during the Columbus Dash for Donation. His heart had something wrong with it, and he just... died. Luckily it was right in front of an emergency van, and he was okay. He doesn't remember anything.
OD ed on sleeping med 2 yrs ago was dead for about 3 mins before i was resuscitated. It was like sleeping but i distinctly remember getting into an argument with someone before i woke up. Hurt like a bitch.
I have drowned twice in my life. Needless to say how terrified I am of large bodies of water now. But the first time I drowned I remember everything. I felt so warm and calm as I heard them frantically pull me from the water and start CPR. I Then slowly their voices started to fade away and all I could hear was the wind in the trees. And all of a sudden my whole body jolted and it was like I was plunging into a lake in the middle of winter. My body was so cold it hurt. The second time I just remember being terrified.
I believe that you go to the same place you were before you were born, can you remember it? No? Don´t worry there is nothing to remember, nothing to feel, no YOU, because the universe needs the chemicals and atoms back. You will be nothing and you will be nothing for as long as the universe exists. Or as the saying goes: "Live now because you are going to be dead a long time!" You will be remembered by your children and perhaps the grand kids and if you are very lucky your great grandkids may have a fleeting memory of some old person and after the last person who remembers you has died then you will be truly dead and gone.
This sounds like parts of Pixar's "Soul" and "Coco" mixed together. Very interesting.
Load More Replies...People are either completely unconscious, or semi conscious and therefore still half aware of surroundings while dreaming and hallucinating due to illness, physical and psychological trauma and/or opioid drugs. Which is exactly what you’d expect. The rest are embellishing and polishing their stories or just making them up.
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