- Childhood NDE—Life Experiences Shown for the Next 50 Years!
In the third grade, I had developed a major health problem. I had several things wrong with me due to what started off as just a bad case of the mumps that went untreated. Both of my lungs became infected and I developed bacterial pneumonia, which caused fluids to surround my lungs, a condition called pleurisy. In this weakened condition, I developed Bright's Disease or Glomerulonephritis, a kidney disease. I was peeing blood, my blood pressure soared, and I had tremendous [End Page 17] chest and back pains. I was dizzy all the time, and I couldn't stand up straight.
When I saw our family doctor, he took one look at me and ordered my parents to take me to the hospital. They took me that same night to the hospital admitting room. When the doctors saw me, they immediately began a series of tests and x-rays. They prepared my mom and stepdad for the fact that there was a good possibility that I could die, since I was already so far gone.
My frail, little eight-year-old body, fastened down with leather straps onto a hospital gurney, was wheeled down a hall away from my family. I did not have any time to say goodbye to them because it was all happening so fast that first night. I can still remember looking up at the ceiling from the gurney, the bright lights hurting my eyes, as a nurse pushed me through the halls. Feeling like a prisoner immobilized on the stretcher, I was confused, sick, and scared.
The nurse took me into a separate facility outside the main hospital building to the isolation ward. I wondered why I had to be kept alone. Was this a treatment or punishment? No one had time to explain much to me.
In the room the nurse finally wheeled me into, I saw a metal table with a lot of long needles on it. They were the longest ones I had ever seen. The nurse informed me that they were going to stick them in my back and into my lungs to draw out fluid. It hurt like hell, but they kept sticking me over and over again. It went on for the longest time, with me sitting backwards on a cold metal chair in my underwear while they went about their job of suctioning fluids from around my lungs. When they finally finished, they left me sitting there alone for a few moments until a nurse came back to put me in bed. No one hugged me or even said that they were sorry. In fact, the nurse didn't say a word to me as I cried myself to sleep. That turned out to be just the first night of a very long and lonely year as a ward of the hospital.
I was in the isolation ward of the hospital and did not get visitors and rarely had anyone come in to check on me other than to do a blood test or bring food. It was during one of those first nights alone in my room that I fell deathly ill. I found myself suffocating and having great difficulty trying to breathe. I was falling into some kind of deep darkness when I noticed that I was fully surrounded by light—a bright light that surrounded my frail, tiny body that was lying on the bed. It seemed that I was no longer a part of it—I felt no attachment at all. I felt sorry for that body.
I was separated from that lifeless body and felt free of my pain. I noticed that I was sitting up in my hospital bed even though my material body was lying down under me. Could there be two of me? I did not feel connected at all to that dying, or dead, body next to me. I felt free to fly and roam the cosmos. I sat there, however, as the light got brighter and expanded all around me. I felt myself being pulled into another dimension or world. At my young age, I...