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Those who experienced clinical death say that they saw the light at the end of the tunnel, said goodbye to relatives, looked at their body from the outside and experienced a feeling of flight. Scientists cannot understand this, because the brain almost completely stops working in this state soon after the heart stops. It follows that in a state of clinical death, a person, in principle, cannot feel or experience anything. But people feel. We collected stories of people who experienced clinical death. Names have been changed.
Novel
— Several years ago I was diagnosed with hypertension and admitted to the hospital. The treatment was vague and consisted of injections, systems and various tests, but there was nothing special to do in the second half of the day. There were two of us in the four-bed ward; the doctors say that in the summer there are usually fewer patients. I met a colleague in misfortune, and it turned out that we had a lot in common: we were almost the same age, we both like to tinker with electronics, I am a manager, and he is a supplier - in general, there was a lot to talk about.
Trouble came suddenly. As he later told me: “You spoke, then fell silent, your eyes were glassy, you took 3-4 steps and fell.” I woke up three days later in intensive care. What do I remember? Never mind! Nothing at all! I woke up, very surprised: there were tubes everywhere, something was beeping. They told me that I was lucky that everything was in the hospital, my heart didn’t beat for about three minutes. I recovered quickly - within a month. I live a normal life and take care of my health. But I saw no angels, no tunnel, no light. Nothing at all. My personal conclusion: it’s all a lie. He died - and there was nothing further.
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Anna
— My clinical death occurred during pregnancy on January 8, 1989. Around 10:00 pm I started bleeding heavily. There was no pain, only severe weakness and chills. I realized that I was dying.
In the operating room, various devices were connected to me, and the anesthesiologist began to read their readings out loud. Soon I began to choke, and heard the doctor’s words: “I’m losing contact with the patient, I can’t feel her pulse, I need to save the child.” The voices of those around them began to fade, their faces blurred, and then darkness fell.
I found myself in the operating room again. But now I feel good and at ease. The doctors fussed around the body lying on the table. She approached him. It was me lying there. My split shocked me. And she could even float in the air. I swam to the window. It was dark outside, and suddenly I was seized with panic, I felt that I definitely had to attract the attention of the doctors. I started shouting that I had already recovered and that nothing more needed to be done to me—to that one. But they didn't see or hear me. I was tired from the tension and, rising higher, hovered in the air.
A shining white beam appeared under the ceiling. He descended towards me without blinding or burning me. I realized that the beam was calling me, promising liberation from isolation. Without hesitation, she headed towards him. I moved along the beam, as if to the top of an invisible mountain, feeling completely safe. Having reached the top, I saw a wonderful country, a harmony of bright and at the same time almost transparent colors sparkling around. It is impossible to describe in words. I looked around with all my eyes, and everything that was around filled me with such admiration that I shouted: “God, what beauty! I have to write all this." I was overcome by a burning desire to return to my previous reality and display in pictures everything that I saw here.
Thinking about this, I found myself back in the operating room. But this time I looked at her as if from the side, as if at a cinema screen. And the movie seemed black and white. The contrast with the colorful landscapes of the wonderful country was striking, and I decided to be transported there again. The feeling of fascination and admiration did not pass. And every now and then the question arose in my head: “So am I alive or not?” And I was also afraid that if I went too far into this unknown world, there would be no return. And at the same time, I really didn’t want to part with such a miracle.
We were approaching a huge cloud of pink fog, I wanted to be inside it. But the Spirit stopped me. “Don’t fly there, it’s dangerous!” - he warned. I suddenly became anxious, I felt some kind of threat and decided to return to my body. And she found herself in a long dark tunnel. She flew along it alone, the Holy Spirit was no longer nearby.
I opened my eyes. I saw doctors, a room with beds. I was lying on one of them. Four men in white clothes stood near me. Raising my head, I asked: “Where am I? And where is that beautiful country?
The doctors looked at each other, one smiled and stroked my head. I felt ashamed for my question, because they probably thought that I was not right in my head.
This is how I experienced clinical death and being outside my own body. Now I know that those who have gone through this are not mentally ill, but normal people. Without standing out from the rest, they returned “from there”, having experienced feelings and experiences that do not fit into generally accepted concepts and ideas. And I also know that during that journey I acquired more knowledge, thought and understood more than in my entire previous life.
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There are people who suffered clinical death, which means they were on the other side of life for some time.
MY SOUL IS UNDER THE CEILING
This is a very entertaining story of a 50-year-old man from France. “I had a myocardial infarction. I only remember severe pain in my chest and the screams of people nearby. Then the pain went away, and I suddenly opened my eyes and saw myself from the outside. I was hanging from the ceiling, and watched as my body lay on the table, and the doctors bent over it. They fussed, talked among themselves, shouted something to each other. I didn’t hear any words, there was absolute silence, there was calm and some kind of indifference to everything that was happening.
Suddenly a window opened in the ceiling. Through it I saw crowds of moving people, and they were all golden, alive, but as if cast from gold. I tried to spot familiar faces in the crowd, tried to talk to those passing by, but they did not answer me. And then I felt myself smoothly descending and plunging into my own body. I came to my senses. After this event, it became obvious to me that our body is just a shell.”
FLIGHT TO PARADISE
And this is the story of a Russian pensioner who found himself in a similar situation. “Suddenly I felt sick. My son and daughter-in-law dragged me home and laid me on the bed. My whole body hurt, blood gushed from my mouth and I began to choke. But in an instant everything stopped! I suddenly saw myself from the outside, and having left my own body, I began to be irresistibly drawn into an unusual corridor or tunnel. It was all black with walls made of stone, very long and narrow. At the end of it there was a light that attracted me to itself. And I swam towards this light, slowly at first, then accelerated so that my limbs went cold.
He flew for a long time, and finally flew out of the tunnel, ending up in a dome with the brightest light. There was another, some kind of fairy-tale world around, with tropical trees and exotic birds. It was as if I was being pulled forward towards a huge waterfall. I approached it and noticed a small well-kept house nearby. In the house I found my father, who died several years ago. There was no surprise, it was as if I knew that everything should be exactly like this. My father came up to me and said: “Come back! Your time has not come yet!” Literally after his words, I woke up, opened my eyes and noticed the doctors standing nearby.”
BECAME A CLOUD
Not all patients like to remember their own “flights” to another world. The wife of a patient who has been in the next world talks about one such case. “Yuri fell from a great height and was in a state of clinical death for a week due to a severe blow to his head. While visiting her husband every day, who was connected to a ventilator, the grieving wife lost the keys to her house.
But Yuri survived! And the first thing he asked his wife, having regained consciousness: “Did you find the keys?” And looking into her perplexed eyes, he continued: “They are under the stairs!” How he could have known about the loss of the keys and how he knew where they fell, the man explained later. It turns out that during clinical death his soul left his body and became a cloud. He saw his wife's every step, no matter where she was. Moreover, he visited the place where the souls of his deceased relatives – his mother and older brother – rested. According to Yuri, it was his relatives who convinced him to return back.
And a year later, when Yuri’s son was dying, and his mother was crying inconsolably, saying goodbye to her only child, Yuri hugged his wife and said: “He will live another year.” And indeed, the child recovered and died only a year later. And at the funeral of his beloved son, the man reassured his wife: “Don’t be sad. He didn’t die, he just moved to another world before us.”
CHAMBER IN HELL
Professor Rawlings once saved a dying man by giving him a heart massage. The dying man’s heart stopped, his pulse disappeared, but at some point the man suddenly came to his senses and in a pleading voice asked the doctor not to stop! This was especially unexpected, because during the massage, the doctor broke two of the patient’s ribs!
The patient survived, and, having come to his senses, told the doctor the terrible story of his stay in the “other world.” After a car accident, he lost consciousness and woke up in a cell with stone walls and strong bars. In addition to the man, there were four more demonic-looking creatures in the cell. Huge, black, incredible strength, they tore his flesh, causing terrible pain. He couldn’t even move, feeling as if there wasn’t a single muscle in his body. It was also very hot in the cell, and the man was going crazy with thirst. According to him, the torment continued for several weeks. But in an instant he closed his eyes and woke up in intensive care. It turned out that he remained in a state of clinical death for no more than 8 minutes.
According to the surviving patient, he undoubtedly went to hell. Moreover, it was after this story that I truly understood the essence of the word “eternity.” Tellingly, clinical death seriously affected the man’s worldview. He stopped drinking alcohol, stopped showing aggression towards people around him and became a deeply religious person.
BROKEN CUP
During the operation, the patient experienced clinical death. For 10 minutes they tried to bring her back to life, and when the doctors succeeded, the woman came to her senses and began to tell a fantastic story. “When my heart stopped, I felt myself being separated from my body and hovering over the operating table. Looking at my lifeless body, I clearly realized that I had died! It hurt me terribly that I never said goodbye to my family. And I just flew home! In the apartment, a neighbor, my mother and beloved daughter, were sitting at the table, but in an unusual dress with green polka dots, which she had never had before. At some point, my mother dropped the cup, which immediately broke into pieces. At that moment I opened my eyes and saw doctors bending over me!”
Later, the doctor of that same patient met with her mother and was incredibly surprised to learn from her that on that day and at the same time they were actually sitting at the table and drinking tea. A neighbor brought a polka dot dress to the girl, and the cup actually broke. Perhaps fortunately...
As you can see, a variety of people, experiencing clinical death, tell fantastic stories that the afterlife is not fiction and, quite possibly, each of us will have to answer for our actions committed during life.
Artem
“I didn’t see my body from the outside at the time of death.” And I really regret it. At first there was just a sharp refracting light, after seconds it disappeared. It was impossible to breathe, I panicked. I realized that I had died. There was no peace. Just panic. Then the need to breathe seemed to disappear, and this panic began to pass. Afterwards, some strange memories began of what seemed to have happened before, but slightly modified. Something like the feeling that it happened, but not quite with you. It was as if I was flying down through some space and watching slides. All this caused a deja vu effect.
In the end, the feeling of being unable to breathe returned again, something was squeezing my throat. Then I began to feel as if I was expanding. After I opened my eyes, something was inserted into my mouth, and the resuscitators were fussing about. I felt very nauseous and had a headache. The feeling of revival was extremely unpleasant. I was in a state of clinical death for about 6 minutes 14 seconds. It seems that he didn’t become an idiot, didn’t discover any additional abilities, but on the contrary, he temporarily lost walking and normal breathing, as well as the ability to ride a car, then it took a long time to restore all this.
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Alexander
— I experienced a state of clinical death when I studied at the Ryazan Airborne School. My platoon took part in reconnaissance team competitions. This is a 3-day survival marathon with extreme physical activity, which ends with a 10-kilometer forced march in full gear. I didn’t approach this last stage in the best shape: the day before I had cut my foot open with some snag while crossing the river, we were constantly on the move, my leg hurt a lot, the bandage came off, the bleeding started again, and I had a fever. But I ran almost the entire 10 km, and I still don’t understand how I did it, and I don’t remember well. A few hundred meters before the finish line, I passed out, and my comrades carried me there in their arms (by the way, they counted my participation in the competition).
The doctor diagnosed “acute heart failure” and began to revive me. I have the following memories of that period when I was in a state of clinical death: I not only heard what those around me were saying, but also watched from the outside what was happening. I saw how something was injected into my heart area, I saw how a defibrillator was used to revive me. Moreover, in my mind the picture was like this: my body and the doctors are on the stadium field, and my loved ones are sitting in the stands and watching what is happening. In addition, it seemed to me that I could control the resuscitation process. There was a moment when I was tired of lying around, and I immediately heard the doctor say that I had a pulse. Then I thought: now there will be a general formation, everyone will be tense, but I have deceived everyone and can lie down - and the doctor shouted that my heart had stopped again. In the end I decided to return. I will add that I did not feel fear when I watched how they revived me, and in general, I did not treat this situation as a matter of life and death. It seemed to me that everything was in order, life was going on as usual.
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My father told me what happened to him during open heart surgery.
Doctors had to stop his heart for 20-30 minutes while they inserted a mechanical valve. He was 20-something years old at the time and did a lot of things that he is now ashamed of.
Dad says that after “death” he found himself in a very dark place. He began to walk back and forth, and everywhere he came across creepy deformed people who were yelling at him. He huddled in a corner in horror and hid.
And these monsters had already surrounded him, when he saw his deceased grandmother above him. She reached out her hand to him and grabbed him. The next moment he woke up in the hospital.
The father is sure that it was hell. I don’t know if this is true or not, but it convinced my dad to change his life. He became a believer and returned to his family.
