Death is the kind of subject that’s both terrifying and endlessly fascinating. We simply don’t know what’s waiting on the other side, and it’s precisely that mystery that keeps us guessing. For most of us, the only way to find out is to cross that line and never come back.
But a rare group of people have done exactly that, at least briefly—and by some miracle, returned to tell the tale. These are the men and women who were clinically dead, resuscitated, and lived to describe what they witnessed in those fleeting moments. They took to Reddit to share their stories, and we’ve rounded up the most striking ones below.
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Overwhelming peace and happiness. A bright airy and floating feeling. I live a very stressful life. Imagine finding out the person you have had a crush on reveals they have the same feelings for you and then you win the lotto later that day - that was the feeling I had.
I never feared death afterwards and am relieved when I hear of people dying after suffering with an illness.
This thread really makes me feel relief as I am fighting cancer now but don’t know if I’ll make it. I’m not scared of dying but I am sad thinking of leaving my 3 young kids behind. I’m only 39 and my youngest is still 10. My oldest is 16. It’s really sad for everyone now. Hopefully I can die peacefully and show my family everything is going to be alright.
No, hopefully you can beat the cancer and live another 20-30 years to see your children grow and meet you future (possibly) grandchildren. Sounds like she’s totally given up. You can’t give up!!
Black void. Peaceful. No body, but felt as if I was floating on my back in the ocean. Lots of waves. I knew I died, but knew everything would be ok. Was there maybe 20-30 seconds, but felt like a few minutes. Then I jolted alive.
Edited to add: I’ve never been in an isolation tank, but I think that the experience would be similar. Ever since I haven’t been scared of death, but I’m still terrified by the means of it.
Not my story but I think about it a lot.
Years ago I knew a guy who was working at a theater in New York in the 90's. Someone broke in to rob the place and stabbed him in the neck, if I remember true he was clinically dead for something like nine minutes before being resuscitated.
He told me he felt his consciousness slip into an alternate universe where he didn't die, that he did not make it in his original world and now lives here.
You could chalk that up to a lot of things of course, but the eeriest part was his absolute and almost casual surety of it. When I asked a follow-up it wasn't a matter of "that's what I believe" it was "that's what happened." I often find myself wondering if any of us ever really die and we're not just falling through the multiverse.
That's usually a post-w**d edible musing.
Nursing in the ICU, we’ve had people try to die on us many times during the years, some successfully. One guy stood out to me. His heart stopped. We called a code, are working on him, and suddenly he comes to. We hadn’t vented him yet, so he was able to talk, and he started screaming, “don’t let them take me, don’t let them take me, they are coming”, he was scared and yelling. Then he yelled a little more, as we tried to calm him down, he screamed, “no, no,” and gestured towards the end of the bed, and died again. We didn’t get him back. It was seriously creepy.
We called his son to tell him the news, and the son said basically, “good, he was a SOB,”.
My sister died and said it was extremely peaceful. She said it was very loud like a train station and lots of talking and she was stuck at this area that was like a curtain with lots of beautiful colors (colors that you don’t see in real life according to her) a man told her “he was sorry, but she had to go back as it wasn’t her time.”.
I was laying on the operating table, the beeping of the machines slowly faded away, and the room plunged into darkness. I could feel myself drifting away from my body, an eerie sensation of weightlessness enveloping me. Suddenly, I found myself in a realm of vibrant colors and swirling mists.
There, I met a council of beings made entirely of light, each radiating a different hue. They communicated with me not through words, but through pure thoughts and emotions. They showed me the history of the universe, from the birth of stars to the formation of galaxies, in the blink of an eye.
But the most astonishing part was when they presented me with a choice – a choice to return to my earthly life or to explore the mysteries of the cosmos. I was tempted by the unknown, but the thought of my family brought me back. With their guidance, I descended through a tunnel of swirling energy and woke up in the operating room, gasping for breath.
I can't fully explain the overwhelming emotions I experienced during that journey, but I know that there's more to existence than meets the eye. It's a story that still haunts me to this day, a glimpse into a world beyond our understanding.
My dad died for a couple minutes around 2015. He said he was driving his truck on the freeway, no traffic, just cruising. He came to when he heard one of the doctors calling his name.
When he passed away five years ago, he was left brain dead. I told him it was okay to go and to just drive his truck.
I told my dad almost the same thing on the night he died. I was the only one in the family who stayed and sat with him. I told him it was okay, he could finally go. He did. I am not religious, but I hope he was finally at peace.
Not really the question but I have had my two grandfathers pass away recently, both on their deathbed have said their mothers were there to take them.
My grandmother ( who none of us ever knew...she died in 1930). She told me to go back. I was in a coma for 2 weeks.
My son’s girlfriend died a few years ago from an (before the incident, anyway) unknown heart issue. They thankfully got her back but she’s never been the same. She’s better now, but she had severe anxiety and wouldn’t sleep alone. She was on FaceTime with her friend when it happened, again, thankfully. I think they were in 5th grade, so about 10-11 y/o. I’ve wanted to ask her about her experience, but she was a complete wreck the first year and a half after and has only more recently started getting over her anxiety and other issues. Maybe one day, but not yet. I’m just thankful she’s still here. She’s the sweetest, and actually, the only person to even get me a gift for Valentine’s Day this year. I know they likely won’t last forever, but she will always have a special place in my heart 💜
Didn’t see, but heard a voice that sounded at best description ‘like a really angry howling wind’ yelling at me that it wasn’t my time yet. Scared the hell outta me, I can still hear it like it happened yesterday.
Mind you……I had tried to hang myself in the hall closet of my apartment in 2017 after my ex fiance passed by taking his own life two states away, nobody else in the house except for a dog. I woke up in my bedroom two rooms away covered up with a blanket from the living room (also two rooms opposite).
My spouse was dead for a couple of minutes one miserable night. She maintains that she saw nothing, but only heard people talking about her like through a wall. The only thing she remembers for absolute certain was begging an ER nurse that she didn't want to die.
She's quite alive and well today.
I've posted this before but I always like to chime in on these kinds of threads.
Does near death count? I had a blood pressure of 60/40 and a 104°+ fever and was out of consciousness for a solid three days in the critical care unit in 2005 after I contracted bacterial endocarditis as a result of low immunity and a heart defect.
I spent those days floating above my hospital bed, looking down at the room; my body, nurses checking on me, visitors.
When I came to, days later, I could recount exactly who had been to visit me, who had stayed the night in the room with me and conversations they had between each other while I was out.
While I was floating, it was warm and there was no pain, not even gravity to hold my limbs down. Although I knew that was my body below me with all the tubes and wires coming out of it, I was at peace with the situation. All of my anxieties were gone.
There was no tunnel of light or dead family. Just me attached to my physical body by a thin silver ethereal cord in a state of total bliss.
edit: switched diastolic and systolic. I was around 60/40 when I lost consciousness before my near death experience.
I was in the hospital when it happened and I “died” for a few seconds, maybe up to 30 seconds I don’t remember how long exactly. This was over a decade ago. I was brought back with adrenaline.
All I can remember is seeing a stone slab and hearing something like a wall crumbling. I don’t know how else to explain it. It was a plain square edged stone slab and I couldn’t (or don’t remember) seeing the other side of it, it was enormous from what I gather. It might have stood 4 feet tall. I don’t recall seeing anything else other than this gray stone slab and hearing that sound. It was an instant of time to me.
Edit: it wasn’t a door, it was a platform. There was no one standing on it. There were no other people.
I was in a gray fog with a girl who looked a lot like a young version of my grandmother (who was still alive) but dressed like a pioneer in the 1800s she didnt say anything but kept pulling me towards an opening in the wall. I kept refusing to go because I was so tired. I finally got tired of her nagging and went and thats when I came to. I had bled out during a c section and my heart could not beat without blood. They had to deliver the baby, sew up the bleeders. refill me with blood before they could restart my heart so, like, at least 12 minutes gone.
My sister, around 6 years of age that time, drowned at our local pool. Basically when she was recovered from the water, she had no pulse and was very blue, also wouldn't spit out water after the rescuers did basic life support and mouth to mouth. She was brought to a nearby hospital and that saved her life.
While in the hospital, our aunt was talking with her, asked her if she remembered anything while she was unconscious (she was unconscious for probably 2 days). She said she saw a white place, with 2 figures waiting for her around 10 meters ahead, when she went near, one of the figures looked like a person wearing a jabawockee mask and the other looked like a guy fawkes mask but black. The jabawockee said to her she could go on ahead if she liked the ambiance of the place but the guy fawkes one said she could go back home as her time is still not yet up. She then took the guy fawkes advice and when she woke up, she was already there in the hospital.
Still confused if that was legit or just some imaginative ramblings of a preschool kid, it happened nearly 20 years ago, I was 8 years old that time and probably missed some small details but that's all the gist of her story.
More of a near death experience. I was electrocuted. i felt like i was in a deep hole looking straight up in the sky. My life flashed before me. Felt sad for my family, but I had a deep sense of peace.
I have a near death one? My grandmother in Mexico is old and she was in the hospital getting treated for her dementia. We were with her and she was not remembering anything. Then out of nowhere she looks at the door window and stares. She tells the door in Spanish: “no, not me. Not yet. Get the girl in the next room instead. I’m not going”. Next thing you know there’s a code in the next room and the girl died sometime later. We didn’t know who were in the rooms around us… We think she saw “la muerte”, essentially the grim reaper in Mexican culture. And then she was back to her dementia self. Crazy.
At the end of one semester in college I collapsed in the bathroom due to exhaustion after being up for around 72 hour. I hit my head on the sink, then the toilet, then the ground. Went completely lights out for a split second then next thing I was aware of - a loud buzzing sound and looking up at 3 fat, blue, sentient alien toad shaman sort of beings standing over me looking disappointed or contemptuous or something. They gave each other a look that reminds me of like how humans roll their eyes. Then the one in the center took this rod/staff thing and shoved it in me and felt like an electric shock. I woke up to my girlfriend doing chest compressions. Never seen anyone so scared before. I’m not sure if I was “clinically dead” but she thought I had died.
I believe I died and came back once. I don't remember anything. I bled so bad and was alone 13 hours. I lost consciousness. When my family found me I had already woke up. The EMT's said they had no idea how I lived. I had such blood loss. My daughter was with some friends. She was two. They said earlier that day she gazed up and pointed saying "there's mommy, go get her.
I remember no NDE. I think I wasn't supposed to remember.
I lost my Dad to taking his own life in 2021 after he battled a few years of terminal illness and I often wonder how he would have felt and if he was at peace. Reading these stories being me great comfort, thank you for sharing.
A couple of months after he passed I had a vivid dream where I was driving and he came to see me to tell me he was doing okay, afterwards I dropped him off back into a dark void.
I also have a particular smell that comes up every now again that I associate with my godmother who passed away when I was younger. That smell was present at my Dad’s memorial. Little things like that, and the dreams, definitely make me believe that our loved ones who have passed are around us in some form.
Not me, but someone I know as a kid was gone for a bit during surgery. He said he saw a car driving outside carrying a coffin with signs that it was some high-profile politician (who was actually alive at the moment). He came to, told his parents and the doctors, but no one believed him. 2 weeks later, that poltician died and was carried in the same car he saw on the same street (just outside the hospital). So, I guess he saw the future while briefly dead?
Nothing. Just a doctor standing over me saying they had to abort the surgery and then laughing when the first thing I said was "ugh that sounds expensive".
I have a friend who is currently hospitalized and the docs cannot come up with a diagnosis but she's not well and she insists on going home because she cannot afford to stay there any longer.
Not me, but a close friend and co-worker. He got t-boned by a car while on his motorcycle. Severed his femoral artery, completely exsanguinated by the time we arrived (I'm a fire & rescue). Got him flown out to the nearest hospital, he was completely drained of blood for about 30 minutes, dead for about 20. Dr's were able to get blood back in and his heart pumping and he's alive and well today. Before the accident he was, I guess, an atheist. Had never thought of, or mentioned religion. He said he walked through a forest with Jesus for a couple days. Talked about anything and everything like old friends. Finally he said "how'd I get to heaven? I never was religious." Jesus said "I know, that's why you're going back." And he woke up. The man changed 180*, and is a devout Christian now.
I did see a white light, and then I was on my old bed and the sun was shining through the window. I felt very at peace but something clicked in my brain that it wasn't real, I woke up on the floor and the teacher had resuscitated me. She wasn't a naturally pretty woman but when I woke up I remember everything being bathed in kind of a golden light and in that moment I thought she was an angel.
Had brain surgery to remove a tumor. I believe it was a dream, but I was able to walk around the operating room and then decided to fly into the cosmos. My only concern was leaving my fiancé and child behind.
I made an attempt on my life back in 2017. I was surprised at how fast I crossed over. What struck me was the lack of sensations from my body. It was so peaceful. I left behind all my worldy troubles and I was just existing. I remember the twilight looking sky, and other people in the distance. When I was there, I remember feeling happy with being there, and that it was a familiar place. I felt like I had to go somewhere there, but I don't remember where that place is now. As I began moving towards where I knew I had to go, either I thought or it was communicated to me, "Not ready yet". With that, the serene reality pulled away so fast and began to experience bodily sensation again. It feeling like I was going down a roller coaster backwards while simultaneously being compressed over my entire body. As I began to feel like I couldn't take it anymore and throw up, I blacked in my body. I knew where I was and I couldn't believe I wasn't there anymore. All my inner turmoil came rushing back in contrast with the knowledge of where I had been. I've made my peace, and I know this life has its purpose.
Died 3 times in 3 hours, landed someplace different each time. Knew I was dead, but existed, remembered the past. All 3 times was very different, very “real” and seemed to last a while. I was out, 24 sec, 39 sec, 70 sec. In lengths. Not sure if I would of stayed there, don’t know, but it changed my whole perspective.
I "died" for 7 minutes back in March. While I was in the hospital for shortness of breath, I had a bad lung hemorrhage. I lost so much blood that my heart had none to pump. I went into cardiac arrest and a "code blue" was issued. It took the doctors 7 minutes to get my heart started again. During that time, I had a stroke due to the lack of oxygen to my brain. I woke up intubated and only semi-conscious for two days, then fully regained consciousness and asked, "What happened?" It is hard to correlate inner time to what was happening outside, but I can make some sense of it.
I saw a series of three oval ellipses, one at a time, just suspended in a black space. The ellipses were all upright, as though they were suspended by a string (but they weren't), and they all had a thickness to them, like a ring. On the inner and outer surfaces of the first ellipse I saw mountains, streams, forests, and clouds. They were beautiful at first, but then they began to sour as their colors took on a yellow tinge. It faded away, and was replaced by second ellipse that was a hot ring of iron, so hot that pieces of iron were slowly crumbling from it. I could smell the iron as the ring slowly disintegrated as it cooled into blackness. (A nurse later told me that this is what blood smells like.) I now take it that this is when I was in cardiac arrest. Suddenly the scene brightened to reveal the third ellipse that was covered with beautiful clouds that were light pink and blue, like from the most beautiful sunrise or sunset. That, I believe, is when my heart started beating again. When I regained conscious, those three ellipses remained firmly fixed in my memory. When I was told days later about my cardiac arrest and stroke, it all began to make sense to me.
I even think I know the source of those images. I'm an astronomer, and had been studying Johannes Kepler's *Astronomica Nova* and trying to understand how Kepler figured out that the orbits of the planets are ellipses and not circles. It had been on my mind for weeks, and when I hemorrhaged, my dying brain latched onto that shape. The initial and final ellipses were adorned with what I value most, the beauty of our planet, the outdoors and sky. The yellowing of the initial ellipse reflected my dying brain, and the second ellipse was my brain's interpretation of the smell of blood as I faded away. The third ellipse when I began breathing and returning to life.
That's all I saw. No tunnel of light or happy deceased family members welcoming me. I think that dreaming, dying reflects what happens to be most accessible in your mind during that time. Your mind tells you a story about it. I was never afraid during my ordeal, I was just a dispassionate observer. Amazingly, the only lasting effects of my seven minutes of code blue is a slightly diminished capacity of my short-term memory.
I learned something from all of this. I'm sure I was a horrific sight to anyone outside, covered with blood as doctors crowded around me trying to pull me back to life. But inside, all was calm. No pain, no discomfort, no worries. Accidents and disease may be terribly painful, but dying is easy. I'm not scared of dying, not in the least. Afraid of what comes before, sure, but nature makes dying easy.
My closest family members, in front of a house with a white picket fence. In real life, some of these people were dead, some still alive.
When I was brought to, I had no idea what was going and felt like I was waking up from an incredibly deep dream. It took me a few moments to realize that a few people I loved weren't still alive, and that's when I fully regained consciousness and awareness that I was in a hospital with tubes down my throat.
I fell 30’ free rock climbing in a quarry when I was 22. (For clarification free climbing uses no ropes and traditional climbing gear, I used to do this as a teen on occasion so I wasn’t really concerned… until my hands gave out. This was also the day I discovered I had carpal tunnel).
As I was falling, I felt really calm like “oh, I guess this is my time”. Time slowed. I accepted my death. I looked at the clouds and was just calm. I felt hands on my shirt seam at my shoulders and they yanked me towards the sky. The moment I felt that I blacked out. Apparently, my friends at the base of the rock said I threw my hands behind my head and power kicked the wall. I remember none of this. All I remember was feeling this overwhelming sense of calm, and being held.
When I woke up on the ground, the first thing I saw was a pointy boulder. The quarry was full of stones but the larger ones were closer to the rock wall itself, with smaller ones the further you went away from it. I was fortunate to kick the wall hard enough I BARELY landed on the smaller section of rocks. When I looked at that pointy boulder, I had the chills. The only thing I could think in my head was ‘that’s a perfect rock for a coconut’.
I managed to army crawl to a better spot and wait for EMT transport. Unfortunately, the ambulance couldn’t reach me, so they had to take the gurney onto an EMT’s personal truck and get me to the ambulance that way. The only reason I wasn’t life flighted was because I was fortunate to be conscious, and there was another person in need who wasn’t.
Fast forward to the hospital, I arrive in the ambulance. The first 2 wheels of my gurney make it down… okay… the second 2 wheels… I see black. I just hear things. It wasn’t until after I realized at this moment I went into adrenaline shock. Pretty sure they dropped me, but can’t confirm.
Was taken to a trauma room and swarmed by an A-Team trauma unit. It was like I was in one of those hospital TV shows, like “wow, it really is this crazy in here..” I remember only bits and pieces because I continued to go in and out of adrenaline shock. I felt really bad because I think I upset a doctor and they wouldn’t tell me why because they aren’t allowed to tell you what you do under duress of adrenaline shock, for the sake of your mental health, which just confused me even more. I profusely apologized and thanked everyone I could see. I ended up having a fractured L2, no surgery required, no other injuries aside from arthritis from the impact. I now have fibromyalgia, which may or may not be attributed to the incident, but it’s not the only near death incident I’ve had but who knows…
I did have a weird sense of survivors guilt after the incident though. The calm I felt while falling was surreal. Unattainable-on-this-earth surreal. I knew surviving would mean I would never feel that type of calm or peace again until I moved onto wherever we go next. It really had me feeling quite screwed up because even the best of feels here couldn’t compare. Looking back, I’m still not sure what happened.. maybe a DMT trip from my own brain because I was positive I was going to die? I’m not sure.
For context, I am not of a particular religious following. I have spiritual beliefs but not entirely defined. I feel like there’s a little truth hidden in all religions, and nobody knows the full truth. We’re all just guessing at our own interpretations and that’s all we can do until we die.
Appendicitis nearly got me 5 years ago. While they were scrambling for a team to do surgery I suddenly found myself in my living room quietly knitting, no more pain, no hospital noises, just my home. This was no “dream version” of my living room either, there was that weird stain on the wall I can’t seem to get clean, and the threadbare arms of the couch, the smell of the candle on the coffee table. I could feel the yarn in my hands and on my needles, and I managed to do a couple rounds before I looked over and saw my grandfather standing by the hearth. I was thrilled to see him since I hadn’t in so long but then I realized he had been dead two years. I told him that I knew he was dead and now I’m pretty sure I’m in trouble because I’m dead too but I wasn’t supposed to be. He just smiled and said “It’ll be okay baby”
For some reason I said “That’s just the way it is” and then slammed back into my body in the hospital.
Not me, but my coworker had a massive heart attack and died for a few moments. He had made it to the hospital, so he survived. I asked him what it was like, and he said it was like nothing. One moment he was talking to a nurse, and then everything was just black. He said he woke up few moments later and didn't even know what had happened as the nurses worked on him. I find this to be really comforting, to be honest - the not being aware that you died bit.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I had a near death experience during childbirth. I lost a significant amount of blood and was being rushed to have a hysterectomy when my body finally started clotting and I came to. I believe they also gave me some type of adrenaline? Anyways.. It felt very very peaceful. Everything around me got bright white and I couldn’t really hear anything, I just felt very happy and at peace. No worries at all. Very surreal moment that kinda helped me get over the fear of death. I don’t know why my body wanted to come back, I was fully accepting whatever was happening to me, but i’m glad i’m here with my son.
I almost drown in the bathtub, I fell asleep, I remember the most beautiful, brightest tropical colours, something I've never seen before. Like a rainforest with toucans, but it was like an abstract painting. And then I heard a loud scream or sound and got up from under the water.
I always get into these comments way too late. But I’ll tell it regardless.
I have sick sinus syndrome, that means my heart gets out-of-sync and stop beating. Then my body convulses and my heart starts again and it looks like a seizure. When I go to the hospital after, no test reveals what’s actually happening. But then one Saturday I felt dizzy again and my girlfriend drove me to the hospital and I flatlined on the hospital bed a couple more times, and they realized that my heart was stopping. Now I have a pacemaker.
Now, what does it feel like when I was “dead” for a few minutes at a time? It was just black. I have no memory of it at all. In fact, it was very easy to do. I always say dying is very easy, but coming back is very difficult. Because coming back is when all the blood rushes back to your brain. And it’s like having 1000 dreams at once. It’s very overwhelming. And usually when I come back I am screaming because it is so terrifying. I don’t recommend it.
But being dead? Easiest thing you can do.
I haven’t had an NDE but I was an ER nurse/ flight nurse for a decade. I’ve been present for many deaths. Let me say I don’t believe in the supernatural, I’m an atheist, but I’ll swear til my dying day that I’ve seen the Angel of Death twice hovering over a patient during a code. Probably exhaustion and lack of food because we rarely got a chance to take any kind of break, but I tell you twice I’ve seen the Angel of Death in a trauma room and he/it nodded at me. Not Charon but clothed in black with a face like any person you’d see walking down the street. Never seen it since I stopped trauma nursing. And really don’t want to again for a while but I’ve got this feeling I’ll get that nod again but he’ll be over me nodding at another nurse.
When I was 15 1/2 years old I had a motorcycle permit and a small Honda that I rode daily. I was riding to high school on a backroad and lost control and flew 20 feet over the handlebars. While I was in the air, time stood still and my life flashed before my eyes. Literally. My mind brought up these snap shots of my life one after the other…I can’t tell you how many, but each one was very clear and recognizable. For example, one of the snapshots was my mom standing behind me pulling up my pants (dressing me) when I was 3 years old. Your life really does flash before your eyes.
Forgot to add….ended up in the emergency room with a broken collarbone.
A pit of lava and fire, sort of in a grid formation. Like a massive tictac toe board of fire. Monsters would come up from the pit to try and grab me. It was terrifying . I was walking along the grid looking for a way out.
I was only 5 when this happened.
I saw these dark shapes which were never ending and imposing on me. I had something heavy In my right hand to swing at them but they kept coming.
I was only 7 stone and had 4 nurses sitting on me..I managed to give 2 of them black eyes fighting my way out of the black monsters.
There was no light or tunnel...just dark monster shapes who were hard to cut through..and endless.
Had major surgery a few years back and there was a period in which I felt myself “standing” in this infinitely white void; I recall just seeing my feet and then looking ahead but couldn’t physically turn my head to see either side, I could only keep my head straight ahead and even though this place was a white void with no visible windows/doors/walls..etc…it strangely still felt like a room.
I still felt like myself too, but anything negative like anger or anxiety or fear or pain was nonexistent and I had very limited memories I could recall back on, I can only remember feeling everything happening as it was, being fully present in that place and being surrounded by white light and warmth.
Then I woke up in the recovery room sometime later.
I found out hours after waking up that I nearly died during surgery.
All these years later, I still think about that place, wherever and whatever that was and wonder what exactly happened. *if* it was a preview of what’s it like to die, then I’m no longer afraid of death.
I have “died” twice now, both during cardiac procedures. Only for a few minutes. But still. The first was 20-ish years ago. Everything was dark and I just saw still water. Know the dark water from stranger things? Totally flipped my s**t when I saw that.
The second time was last week actually. Same procedure. This time was different though. It was so bright, and all white. Everyone I’ve ever cared for was there, waving and genuinely smiling at me. When I woke up, I was just sobbing.
Last time compared to this time, I feel lighter. Less like the world is going to press me to death, and more like I can finally breathe.
I had an heart surgery with near death experience, for me atleast (well the possibility that those effects are caused by morphine is also there)
I just saw black and nothing else but it was warm and i had such inner peace, its weird as I sometimes still think about it and wish this feeling of being so light and free again.
When I had my near death experience, I had awful delusions and hallucinations. I can see why some people really believe they've seen hell.
I see it as just my consciousness breaking down toward the end, and showing me my fears. I never actually died, died, but I was basically dead on an operating table.
It felt evil and full of fear. I wish I got those ones where it's peaceful, and I see relatives. I was in straight up fear the whole time, and still can't place the timeline or what I actually saw. I don't know how long it lasted or when it began or stopped.
Didn't "die" but have had a few near death experiences. Last one was on my motorcycle.
During my motorcycle endorsement class, my instructor was an old, kind of gruff but very nice, Harley rider. I really respected him because he was passionate about riding and wasn't afraid to tell you exactly how it is. One of the last days on the course, he told everyone in the class that when you go through something traumatic, you might see your life flash before your eyes. He described it like watching a slide show of your life only at 100X speed. He said the reason it happens is that it's your mind working as fast as it can to try to remember something to get you out of the situation you're in. It had happened to him once right before he crashed years ago.
Flash forward a couple months and I'm riding my motorcycle to school. The road I'm on is 5 lanes one way with light traffic in an urban area (Woodward Avenue for all my MI peeps). The speed limit is 50mph but has stop lights about every 1/4 mile. I'm running a bit late and riding a bit too fast, but I took that class seriously and was checking my mirrors, was aware of my surroundings, all that good stuff. I go to pass a car on the left when I notice a truck passing the same car on the right. There's a wide turn a little ways ahead, and at the time I decided to pass, I could still see the road in front me quite ahead.
The truck and I are going about the same speed. I speed up a little bit so I can get around the car in front of me AND stay in front of the truck so that he can see me overtake the car in front of me and I don't wind up in his blindspot. I look over to the truck, who is now speeding up as well, still going the same speed as me. This is where I messed up. Instead of slowing down, I being an ego driven 20 year old, decided to speed up further. Truck speeds up too. F**k you Mr. Truck, I'm passing you. All of a sudden the truck slows down, i look forward to see the wide turn ended and there's a red light about 50 yards out with cars stopped and I'm pushing 70 mph.
I immediately hit both front and rear brakes, but went too hard on the rear. Time slows down and I see my foot moving forward and backwards but my feet are glued to the pegs. I'm fishtailing. That's when my life flashes backwards exactly how my instructor described. My mind stops at me taking the course where we were practicing hard stops. Instructor told me I use too much rear brake in my stops and that if I ever fishtail, to slowly let off the back brake and calmly squeeze the front brake.
Snap back to reality and I do exactly that. I can't stop in time but with sheer luck squeeze between the lanes side by side with the cars in front of me. Got some weird looks from the drivers on both sides of me, but I'm relieved to not be flying through their back windshield.
Walt, if you're reading this you saved my life. I cannot thank you enough.
These answers are either “nothing” or some 2001 Space Odyssey stuff that actually sound fascinating.
My mom "died" and had to be resuscitated twice during my 38-hour childbirth. I've asked her about it, and she said there was no near-death experience, and no memory of "the other side".
Space. Like a tunnel made of space. Not in space, mind you, made of space. There were lights flashing by but I couldn't focus on them. Then someone told me I wasnt supposed to be able to be there I came rushing back to my physical body.
I don't have a story but it's just some thoughts. I hope that's OK. My Dad is about to die of cancer and he has really been suffering. I hope so much that as he passes he will see something beautiful and feel peace, just like a lot of you described. I just really wonder, do we really see the after life or is it maybe some kind of biological process that makes you see those visions?
I drowned when I was 6 years old(31 now) In a pond when I was left unattended by my parents and grandfather while fishing. Thankfully my grandfather was somewhat nearby to notice I wasn't on the dock anymore. I remember the frear, agony and taste of the water to this day and still get that panic if I choke on my spit or drink. They didn't know how long I was gone for but my grandfather said it took about a minute to bring me back after he found me under the dock. As for my experience from the other side, I remember little flashes of light shortly after my panic stopped and vision faded in the already dark water I then felt numbness then nothing. Then of course the pain and panic and choking of being revived on the dock was about just as bad as the drowning. I didn't even want to go fishing. The event and explained experience ignited religion in my parents as they convinced me I went to hell not heaven... I've been an atheist for years now and don't really have that fear of death anymore.
I had the flu that developed into pneumonia with an infected packet inside my lung that required emergency surgery to remove. I made my peace with god going into the er but within 48 hours they had pumped four liters of puss out of my left lung. They removed 1/5 to a 1/4 of the lung last week. I made my peace with god and passed out and awoke when they were sticking a hose in. Between my ribs to pump out the puss. It was 7 liters over two weeks with intense antibiotics and a quarantine bc it was so aggressive. I was septic as my kidneys had almost shut down completely. I was peeing blood.
I saw nothing but dreamed of my kids and my family when I was passed out before the emergency surgery. I cried thinking I was going to die at 43 never to hold my kids again since they live in Brazil when I woke upx.
Longer than you think.
Old friends, family. Mostly strangers. I spoke to my grandfather who's been dead for 30 years. He said "it's eternity in there".
That's ripped straight from a Stephen King short story, "The Jaunt" :/
Not sure if I actually “died”, but a couple years ago, on thanksgiving night, I got up to take some heartburn medicine, in the kitchen; I remember looking at the clock on the stove, it was 11:14. Then I got very dizzy, and the next thing I knew, I was getting up off the floor. No pain, just like I woke up from a pleasant sleep. No idea how I didn’t hit my head on the hard floor. Noticed the clock now said 11:40. So I really don’t know what happened, but I definitely lost some time there.
Done this post in the past twelve year account
Left for dead in a hit and run that fractured my skull and broke my c4-c6 vertebrae
Clinically dead for about 90 seconds is what I was told
There isn’t anything
It’s like describing color to a blind person
No tunnel of light no choir of passed family
No brimstone or terror
It’s like asking someone what it’s like before they are born.
Nobody died and came back to life. If you're dead, you're dead. "Near Death Experience" is a much better description, the brain is doing something akin to dreaming or hallucinating, in some cases possibly due to oxygen deprivation or other chemical imbalance.
I know I will get downvoted for this but Ecclesiastes 9:5,10 says"For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing at all, nor do they have any more reward, because all memory of them is forgotten. Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning or knowledge nor wisdom from the grave, where you are going." Showing that once we die we are dead. There is nothing immediately after we die. This scripture I quoted is taken from New Wotld Translation of the Holy Bible.
Load More Replies...It is an interresting topic, you hear so many different things. I think it is just like falling asleep, some people dream, some do not. I had the misfortune to get knocked of my motorbike last week and it was lights out before in hit the ground. I do remember i was sort of dreaming something incoherent but i was nowhere near dead. But i think thats how it is, i remember crossing the green traffic light and then.....nothing. Not to bad, i guess
If you nearly fail a test, you didn't fail it - you passed. If you're "near death", that's means you're still alive but our current medical technology can't detect it or measure what's going on.
Nobody died and came back to life. If you're dead, you're dead. "Near Death Experience" is a much better description, the brain is doing something akin to dreaming or hallucinating, in some cases possibly due to oxygen deprivation or other chemical imbalance.
I know I will get downvoted for this but Ecclesiastes 9:5,10 says"For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing at all, nor do they have any more reward, because all memory of them is forgotten. Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning or knowledge nor wisdom from the grave, where you are going." Showing that once we die we are dead. There is nothing immediately after we die. This scripture I quoted is taken from New Wotld Translation of the Holy Bible.
Load More Replies...It is an interresting topic, you hear so many different things. I think it is just like falling asleep, some people dream, some do not. I had the misfortune to get knocked of my motorbike last week and it was lights out before in hit the ground. I do remember i was sort of dreaming something incoherent but i was nowhere near dead. But i think thats how it is, i remember crossing the green traffic light and then.....nothing. Not to bad, i guess
If you nearly fail a test, you didn't fail it - you passed. If you're "near death", that's means you're still alive but our current medical technology can't detect it or measure what's going on.
