Near Death Experience – The Healing Power Of Water

Do you believe it is possible to be taken somewhere else – in the blink of an eye? To leave behind your earthly body, and travel to another dimension? Is it in your own mind, is it imagination, hallucination or drugs?

The nurse knelt down next to me as I sat crying in the chair by the window in the ward. I’d just said goodbye to my mother who’d come to the hospital to be with me for a while before my operation. “I can’t go through with it. I’m scared” I cried “I can’t do this”.

The Nurse took my hand
“Everything’s going to be OK – it is perfectly normal to feel like this” she said.

I remembered back to the consultation with the surgeon.
“This operation hasn’t been performed in this hospital for over six years. There are risks, there could be complications” I asked “What sort of complications?”
“Your temperature could go up and you could lose a lot of blood”.
I persisted – there was no way they were going to perform a hysterectomy on me at the age of 33. It seemed easy to persuade the surgeon that my preference was to remove the fibroid than to take the other route which was easier for them – but rather final for me. Especially if you’ve never had children. To them I was just another body, but for me the implications were profound. So even though I was taking a risk with my choice the Doctor ticked the box and I signed the form.

So, here I was 7 months later, it was a bitterly cold Wednesday afternoon in January 1995; the day of the operation. The snow and ice was hard packed on the ground outside and I was getting ready for the anaesthetist. My Walkman was plugged into my ears and calmed my nerves as I was wheeled into the theatre.

It was 8.30 in the evening before I was brought back into the ward, 5 ½ hours later. My whole family were lined up waiting for me expectantly. The pain was unbelievable and for the next week I was given very strong painkillers, which would last only around three hours. Trying to manage without them just wasn’t an option. In fact the combination of the anaesthetic, antibiotics and painkillers made me feel really rough.
Each day after the operation I had a visit from one of the team of surgeons who operated on me. They all had the same strange expression on their face, which I couldn’t quite place. In fact everyone around me were treating me in an incredibly compassionate way. My fellow patients nick-named me ‘the little one’ as by the time of my operation I had lost some weight and only weighed 8 stone and was seriously anaemic.
“You should feel like you’ve been run over by a bus. We had a lot of trouble sewing you back up again”. Said the surgeon. That look again, was it massive relief? It was written all over his face. Did I nearly die or something?
“We injected you with antibiotics during the operation and you did lose some blood so we started the blood transfusion straight away”. He was a handsome Doctor – dark hair, clean cut, polite. Another Doctor turned up the next day, and big jolly Nigerian. He too had ‘that look’ and was incredibly nice about everything. They all seemed to want to stay around a while and chat to me.
I got to day 3 before the sweating started. My bed sheets were soaked through each night so they took my temperature. It was 101 so they wheeled in the electric fan. The sweating carried on for the next week but the most disturbing development was the seizures that would grip my body in the middle of the night.
It would start in my jaw and spread rapidly through my whole body – my entire body locked, clamped down. And as each night passed the seizures would grow in intensity. I was becoming afraid, really afraid.
Day 4 – 3.00 a.m. As usual I would soak the bed sheets in perspiration. I dragged myself to the kitchen pulling the plasma bag along with me to run the tap in the kitchen. No nurses around, tap is running, dying for a drink of cold water. The water ran warm. I ran the tap for ages. How can that be? It’s minus 5 degrees outside.
I gave up and got back into my soaking bed.
Then as I stared into the night – here it came again. I gripped the bed and my jaw locks – the spasm spreads right down to my toes. “Please! No!” I hiss between my gritted teeth. “Oh God” – the words forced through my closed mouth. I closed my eyes and a deathlike black smothered me. No sound. Nothing. Nothing at all. It is now more than black – I am nowhere, I am nothing. I looked down my body and a tiny rippling light has appeared, swirling around my feet like something out of Dr Who? A tunnel appears going straight ahead. I grip the bed again with all my might. I’m being taken away. That tunnel leads somewhere and I’m being sucked through it. “No! I’m not ready. Not yet!” I am holding onto the bed sheets with all my might, but it is futile. With extraordinary unearthly force I am wrenched out of my body through the vortex and propelled feet first into another dimension at fantastic speed. Nothing on the earth plain would be strong enough to hold onto me.
It’s a beach. It’s warm and the sun is shining. It is warm, comforting and very relaxing. It’s the middle of summer!
There is no pain here though. I see distant ships on the horizon. Crowds of people with children are laughing and chatting as I float past them. They are all holding balloons of every colour imaginable and everyone is so happy. They smile at me. I walk on as everyone stares expectantly out to sea, watching, waiting, laughing and smiling.
Then a small elderly woman appears and passes a letter to me. She smiles knowingly at me “Do I know you?” I think.
She spoke. “This letter was written by a woman who lived long ago. She had special powers and you are the reincarnation of that woman” . I take the letter and she says goodbye. “Who am I, and will I ever find out?” I wonder.
I am drawn to the sea which looks refreshing and rejuvenating, and wade into the water. It is warm and the perfect temperature. It feels like a fabulous healing bath. It is the most incredible shade of blue, but it’s not like normal water. I can’t see through it. I wade up to my waist and as the water touches the scar on my abdomen I look up at the fresh blue sky and feel the warm sun bathing my skin.
Somehow, somewhere I experience a profound and all pervading sense of peace. I feel a benevolent god looking down at me. A massive sense of relief and love floods through me and I say out load “Thank God. Thank God”. I suddenly know I’m going to be OK. The total calm I experience is incredible. I am literally bathed in love and reassurance. I sigh with relief.
In that instant of knowing the vision is gone and I am returned back to the hospital. It’s still 3.00 a.m. but the seizure has stopped. I breath and move again. The sense of relief is still there with me.
Somewhere I knew everything from now on would be ok. The seizures never returned because the minute the water touched the scar I knew I was going to be just fine and I was given some permanent healing.
I knew this experience was real and that it wasn’t in my imagination, a dream. I know I was taken somewhere but was it to another dimension? For me it was a total experience whatever it was.
Some people will probably scoff or chuckle at how completely ludicrous it all sounds. Most people do, until it happens to them of course.. …..