Near-death at Age Six

The First NDE

Over the years, I never forgot what happened and had my version of events that led up to the break.  Supposedly, there were no witnesses and my story didn't match up to other people's story.   So I was instructed to keep my version to myself.  

The story other people told was that I had came home from school covered in blood from a bloody nose.  She later told people that she felt I had been beaten up by bully's at school.  I had received a talk from my parents about growing up and showing no tears at school. My Dad said that peers had a way of straighten out the 'weaklings' and helping them grow up and fit into society.   She said that she gave me a bath and checked for external damage to the face, mouth and ears but found no breaks in the skin.  This she later said is what led her to believe the blood was from a nose bleed and nothing more.  She said she didn't want to bother my Dad about it and get me into trouble for not acting like a young man at school and getting the attention of the school bully's.  

My version was a little different from this.  Regardless of the differences in testimony - there was an element that was consistent throughout my growing years. 

I felt something hit be from behind and the blow had 'knocked' the breath out of me so much that I found myself floating outside my body.   I found myself confused because when I looked around to see what happened - I saw a kid my age laying on the ground with blood coming from his mouth and his nose.  I didn't recognize myself at first because I wasn't used to seeing myself from the outside.  

I wanted to get a closer look at this 'kid' laying on the ground because I noticed he had my clothes on.  I couldn't figure out how he got my clothes on him.  When I looked down at the body I was in while hovering outside my body - it was 'naked' and without clothes.  It was also shinning.  Later (after many months and the  medical condition was diagnosed) I told my parents,

"I was whiter than white.  I couldn't figure out how I got so white and so naked.   And I couldn't figure out how this kid got my clothes on him so fast."  

I had been trying to talk about it prior to the hospital trip but everyone kept insisting it was my imagination and a dream.

I noticed that all I had to do was 'think' I wanted to see a close up view of this kid on the ground and the next thing I knew - I was right in front of the face of my body looking at the eyeball.  I told my parents later,

"It scared me.  One second I was standing at a distance and the next second I was right up in the face as if I had shrunk down to the size of a marble and the eyeball was bigger than me.  I shrunk.  I didn't know how I shrunk myself like that and I screamed and backed away.  Then after I had a chance to think about it - it seemed kinda fun.  So I thought about it again and I zoomed and shrunk down and had a good look at the other eyeball as if looking in the eyeball was going to tell me who this kid was.  Somewhere in my looking I figured out it was me I was looking out from the outside in and that I was bleeding and needing help.  I was outside my body naked as a jaybird and floating like a feather in the wind.  I started screaming for help and that is when a man all dressed in white showed up.  I figured I knew him from somewhere - at first.  I was sort of confused about it.  I thought he was a Doctor or ambulance guy because he was all dressed in white.  Then a couple of more showed up and I thought they were the ambulance drivers.  Then I was trying to figure out how they got there so quick.  I didn't know that any telephone call could get a rescue squad on the scene within a second or two.  Then something inside of me started waking.  That was the strangest thing.  It is strange now but when it was going on it seemed like the thing to do.  Wake up somehow.   Then it was like these people showing up were the oldest friends to me in the world.  I have been thinking and studying on it since it happened, but now I am back to sleep somehow and can't figure out who they were to me.  I was thinking they were family when I was outside my body.  They were like the oldest family in the world to me.  They were closer to me than you two and I didn't think you could be closer to anyone else like your Mom and Dad."

When I was finally able to give my testimony months after the incident the concern had been that I had been assaulted by strangers on the street on my way home from school.   My parents felt that what ever injury and eternal damage had been done in the initial internal injuries later discovered in medical images had been caused by a human hand.  The Doctors said they couldn't make a determination of whether it was a birth defect that took years to break or if it had been caused by a blunt force trauma.  The fact that I was talking about  'three people' who showed up and made me feel like they were 'kinfolk' to me concerned them.   During my testimony later - I was interrupted with a scolding,

"What we tell you about going off with strangers." 

I shouted back,

"I THOUGHT they was DOCTOR's at first!  What are you supposed to do when your body is covered in blood and you laying on the ground and people show up to help you.  Are you supposed to say, wait - your a stranger to me.  I can't accept you help.   I knew they was there to help me and if there was ever a kid needing help - I was needing help in that moment." 

I told them about 'waking' up and feeling like I had grown up in the blink of an eye.  I knew things as if I had lived a thousand years.   It seemed as if everything came back to me as if I had been a grown person prior.  I told my parents later,

"It seemed I jumped into another body that I have had for millions of years - it seemed like.  I didn't have to think about things, ponder on things, figure on things.  I just knew as I had known before.  I understood everything that was going on and went on a trip home.  A real home.  A home I lived at before I lived here.  Everyone there knew me and I knew them.  Everyone was happy to see me and I was especially happy to see them.  It seemed like I was there in that world of light for a million years.  Then - I was back here.  I jumped out of that 'grown up' body and found myself right back where I had started when I left 'this body here' laying on the ground.  I was confused again.  It seemed like I was gone from here for a million years but when we got back - it seemed like not more than a few seconds had passed.  Them people were telling me they had to fix what was broken inside of me for me to jump back in my body again.  I almost didn't want to come back.  Out side of my body gives you a good feeling. A feeling you don't get naturally while you stuck in this sort of body.  I watched them stick their hands inside my body and they pointed at a balloon looking thing and said it had exploded and lost what was inside of it.  They put the liquid back in and started 'zipping' it up.  They said it wasn't good as new and that there was going to be pain going with it when I got back in.   I knew they said there was going to be some pain but they failed to tell me exactly HOW much pain.  It was like crawling back into a scolding hot tub of water that was a 1000 degrees hot.   I jumped out and they told me to get back in and I would get used to it better stuck inside my body." 

 That is when I started complaining of chest pains.  My parents were racked with guilt after the medical condition was finally diagnosed months later.   They had ignored my complaints of chest pains because my story sounded so exaggerated and they couldn't make sense of it in a rational and logical way.   

I had died.  I knew I had died.  The 'divine beings' that came to my aid had told me I had died.  They told me that in order for life to be restored to my physical body again - they had to patch up the organ that had been damaged.  It was a patch job and not a renewal to the original condition.  I had been told (when I was outside my body) that the pain was going to follow me for days, months and years to come. I felt I understood this outside my body but once I was back inside my body - I was upset because I felt I hadn't read the fine print and wanted that pain to stop and go away.  I wanted to go back to normal again and be able to live comfortably in my own skin without a feeling of broken glass cutting me up inside all the time.  Some moments were worse than others.  It was constantly and steadily getting worse by the day and hour. 

In the months prior to the official discovery of the medical condition - I would find relief from the sharp and hot pain in my chest during sleep.  I found a way to 'escape' my body during the night while it was asleep.