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Date: July 28, 2013 04:10AM
I was asked to dig out the notes I made after my NDE. I have posted this before (possibly under my old nickname), but I think it was among the lost posts. I wrote it up a few weeks after the experience and have been careful not to edit the doc since - it is still dated 2006. It is funny how memory changes over the years. I had forgotten how weirdly white my skin got till I re-read it just now, and a few other aspects. Because there are so many "gaps" in an experience like this, it is easy for the mind to just "fill in the gaps" and you don't even realise you are doing it.
Here goes:
[2006] A wee while ago, I underwent abdominal surgery. It was a pretty routine operation, all went well, and by that night I was reasonably comfortable. I was able to sleep, in spite of some drainage tubes and routine visits by the nurses to check my progress. Just after mid-night, the nurse was called out by another patient, and walking back past my room, checked in on me about an hour earlier than scheduled. She found me unconscious in a pool of blood. Something had gone wrong, and I had been slowly bleeding out. She tried to rouse me – apparently I said something like “Gee, it does look like a tunnel” at which point she hit the emergency button. I spent the next few hours drifting in and out of consciousness as several doctors and nurses worked on me. For the next few weeks I had the weird experience of being totally white. My blood volume was still so low that there was no colour in my face or hands.
So what about that tunnel? For many years I have been an atheist. I have a PhD in Psychology, and am familiar with the theory that oxygen deprivation may cause visual disturbances and other phenomena associated with NDEs. When I was asleep I had no conscious experience that I can recall, the experience occurred as (and after) the nurse roused me. When roused and as I fell back into ‘unconsciousness’ I felt absolutely wonderful (bleeding out is the way to go!). Peaceful, calm, euphoria would be a good way to describe it. All I could ‘see’ was an apparent tunnel of light with a brilliant core – the closest thing to compare it with would be the sun I guess; I tried to open my eyes, and I am not sure if I did or not, the vision remained the same. I was also thinking lucidly and knew that I was dying, but even as an atheist the dying process did not arouse any adverse emotion at the time. I was actually reasonably confident that the medical staff was on the job and would be able to ‘fix’ me which may go some way towards explaining my lack of fear.
At the time I was fully aware that I was witnessing a vision produced by my own brain, and I was determined to investigate as much as I could, so I tried to look at the sides of the tunnel. Try as I might, I could not switch my point of view; every time I tried to look around, the centre of the tunnel shifted too. So, obliquely, I focused on the tunnel walls as much as I could. They appeared to be comprised of millions of tiny squirming worms – ‘electric worms’ as I later told my husband. They were bright and rippling, giving the impression of movement. Before trying to focus on the walls, I had the impression that I was moving through the tunnel, but after ‘seeing’ the walls I felt as if I was stationary and the walls were alive with densely packed glittering, shimmering, wriggling worms – each worm moving independently of its neighbours. It had been the movement of the electric worms which had made me feel as if I was moving. After giving up on looking directly at the tunnel walls, I found myself staring into the brightness of the core. Interestingly, the illusion of movement towards the ‘end’ of the tunnel did not return. Instead, the walls now appeared to be moving downwards on each side, the electric worms squirming from the top of my visual field in a circular motion around each side towards the bottom. There was no being (drat!) or substance at the core, and the brightness looked solid, not ‘wormy’ like the walls. The solid core occupied about as much of my visual field as a baseball held at arm’s length. I have no idea how much time passed while I stared into the tunnel. Eventually my visual field turned black for a while and then gradually cleared and I found myself talking to the nurse, another nurse had arrived while I was ‘out’ and she was doing something with my I.V. line.
I drifted in and out of consciousness a few times as the staff were working on me through the night, but only had the one experience of seeing the ‘tunnel’. Later episodes involved the much more pedestrian ‘blacking out’ with darkness swallowing the visual field from the edges. In retrospect, an NDE is indeed a glorious experience as one often hears; a euphoric visual spectacle. I am, of course, an atheist still; but I can understand how the amazingly real and powerful experience might easily take on a spiritual explanation.