I was sitting at my computer that night, when all of a sudden I got a sharp pain in my chest and pain on each side of my body . Luckily, my son noticed that something was wrong because I started choking. He called for an ambulance. When the paramedic came they strapped me on a stretcher and took me off to the emergency room.
Once at the emergency they checked me over then moved me to a room. After settling down and waiting for whatever was going to happen next, I could not remember if I had brought my heart pills with me but I saw one of the nurses bend down and put something in a basket that is under the bed to keep the patients personal items in. That's where they keep stuff until they determine where the patient is going to be for the duration of their stay. I got off the bed and tried to get to the basket and that’s where it all began.
All of a sudden I ran out of breath and it did not matter what I did there was no way that I could get any oxygen in me. It was as if I was sucking in oxygen but none was coming in. Then I started to choke for lack of breathing. I swear I could see myself more or less fading away from the room and my body fighting for air. Then I started to hit anything that was in my way to attract attention and that was the last thing I remembered until later on - at least consciously. I had an unearthly trip which I will explain a bit later.
According to witnesses and relatives, my body was convulsing so much that the doctors were giving me all kinds of needles to kill the pain that they thought that I could feel. Also the doctor was telling them each step I was going through before the final step of dying.
Once the doctor said that I was dead but then I started to move again. I was told later on that I was given a 5% chance of surviving the night. They even brought in a priest to read me my last rites. I think that when the doctor said that I was dead. I still had a heart beat apparently but the doctors and my family were prepared for something to happen very shortly. Meanwhile, what I do remember, is that my soul decided to go on a little trip.
I don’t remember anything about how I got there wherever 'there' was, but I know that I ended up at the bottom of a hill and about half way up, there was a building surrounded by a big fence. The fence was black with two big gates and there were trees but they were weird looking; they had no bark on them and the branches were smooth looking and the color of these trees was like a dirty grey. I could sense so much danger at this place that I actually ran for the gate and knocked and knocked but no one answered it.
The next thing I knew was waking up. Apparently it scared the hell out of a few people. I was supposed to be dead (or dying) and I sat right up in bed. While I was on my unwanted trip, that was when the local priest had been giving me last rites of the church. To my way of thinking, he is the one that saved me from going inside those gates. I really believe that if I would have been able to go in those gates, I would never have been back. I'm quite sure that was hell that I was heading for and I thank the powers that be for protecting me.
The doctors told me that my body had shut down including both my kidneys and lungs as well as my weak heart. And according to a lengthy search someone did for me on the internet there was only one other person that had her body had shut down like mine and she came back alive. But she died two days later. The doctors are mystified as to why my body started working again.
Tomorrow I have a meeting with the priest that gave me the last rites and I will tell him what I have seen and see if he can shed some light on what it could have been according to his belief.
I would not wish this on my worst enemy. It was truly vivid and very real. It made me think about things I could have done and should do differently. I have no wish to re-live that experience (so to speak). If you have things in your life you shouldn't be proud of, change them. You never know when it might be too late. Think about making peace with loved ones every day. Think about doing things the right way, always. I'm quite sure another place to go after death would be a lot more comforting and welcoming.
As I said, this is not a story, it really happened to me. I'm still weak and not fully recovered. But I do want to take advantage of the chance I have been given as much as I can for as much time I've been given. My advice to anyone is to do the same.
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