NDE's

In 1976, Lynne H had a veridical near death experience when her heart stopped during the time she was trying to give birth to a daughter. Apparently, the baby's head was quite large and the child didn't make an appearance until her mother was surgically assisted (shall we say).  

I asked her if she would be willing to provide more details, after she posted a short summary of her experience in a comments section on YouTube. She kindly agreed and provided some very interesting insights/perceptions on what dying is actually like. It seems to me that if one accepts testimonies like this as being sincere and honest accounts, then it's looking more and more likely (arguably) that our physical bodies may be comparable to a vehicle, rather than being solely our real selves.   

Hello. Thank you for your message. Here goes: It was 21 January 1976 when I was admitted to hospital because I was in labour with my first child. On arrival I was put on a monitor and left in a room on my own. Everyone went home and I was left with a trainee midwife who kept looking at the printout every couple of hours and then leaving to ask someone what it meant. I had arrived at 4pm when my contractions were every 5 minutes. 

By 9pm they were (occurring) every three minutes. It was painfully long and slow. By 11pm I was wanting to push. For four hours I pushed and pushed. I was in severe distress and extremely exhausted. I told the midwife time and time again that the head was too big. She said it is a 6lb baby and I should have no trouble giving birth. Eventually she gave in at 2.45am. She cut me and the baby shot out like a bullet. 

They just caught her before she fell off the end of the table. She had a huge head and weighed 8lb.  I tore inside and out and lost a lot of blood. I went into immediate shock and my heart stopped beating. It was pandemonium. A nurse rushed in to pump my heart (CPR).  Someone else rushed in with frozen blood and put it on the radiator. A junior doctor was reading my notes in a panic. He was just turning pages and pacing (around). He just didn’t know what to do. 

Another nurse yelled for a mask. She couldn’t give me oxygen because the mask was missing the oxygen tube. A doctor asked for a mobile x-ray machine to see if it was an embolism. Then he asked a nurse to empty my bladder. (After she accomplished that) She threw the contents away and the doctor went mad at her because he had wanted a sample of urine. A female doctor started shouting at me saying "wake up"! 

How do I know all this? (Because) I watched it ! The pain after giving birth was so bad that I decided to leave my body. I knew I was not supposed to, but I said (thought), (I'll do it) just for a minute to get away from the pain. I sat up (in spirit or consciousness) and the top half of my spirit was at the head and my legs were still inside (the physical body). I was being warned in my (spiritual consciousness) "no more", but I ignored it and headed for the ceiling. I was going backwards and there was a kind of misty tunnel which I went up. 

I landed on something firm, but I was (also) in a doorway looking out at the mist. Someone was behind me stopping me from going further. I imaged it to be Jesus due to the compassion that flowed from him. He said telepathically, "What do you want to do?" I said I wanted to stay. He said, "What about your daughter?" I immediately got a picture of her life without me. I saw my husband in a sports car with a gold watch on his wrist, driving west down a straight motorway to go visit his daughter. When he got there his elderly parents were sitting on a sofa, and the baby was sitting on the floor looking dreadfully unhappy. 

I immediately decided I would go back. While out of my body I had no negativity at all. I was pure compassion. I could only think of what was best for others. At that moment there was a wave of approval ( from the beings) I then realised there were hundreds of angels behind the man. They were flapping their wings and it sounded like applause. I was immediately rushed back to my body, and I have to say it was the worst experience of my life. Getting back inside the body was awful. 

I was overcome by pain as I slid in, and it felt as though I was too big to fit. It was like being squeezed into an iron lung. I immediately regretted my decision. I was so depressed. I was sewn up and that was awful too. The pain was as bad as the labour. I suffered for months and months with the effects of the tearing. I was unconscious for some time. When I woke up my husband was by my bed. I was in intensive care. He had left the hospital and was phoned immediately to come back as "your wife is dying". He looked shocked but was pleased to see me coming round. I was too weak to even wash myself and the nurses had to do it. 

After some time, I went onto a ward and I could finally meet my daughter. Before I was discharged a consultant came to see me. I asked him what happened. He said, "Oh you lost some blood so we had to give you a transfusion". Everything is okay now, though". 

That was a lie. The blood loss was minimal. He never mentioned my heart stopping, being resuscitated, the pandemonium. As you can imagine, I try to stay away from hospitals and doctors now. I don't trust them at all. 

Thanks, Lynne !  When you were 'leaving' your body, is this something that you expected to happen ? And when it did happen, can you recall what it felt like (to leave your physical body behind) ?  Did you feel that you were still entirely yourself (your whole thinking self) just maybe lighter or more free, perhaps ? How would you describe it ?

Hiya. Well once I was suffering, it was as if my body allowed my spirit to take a break. The minute the top half of me (the spirit me or consciousness whatever it was) was out, I knew everything. I just knew that if I slid out, I would not be popular (because I was then dying on them--the nurses etc), but I just wanted some respite. Once out, it was bliss ! I had no body, but it was as if I was exactly the same. The difference was the fact that I knew things and could communicate telepathically. It was all so right. I did not want to go back. It was sheer bliss out there. 

I was obviously being controlled in some way because of the way that "master" (Jesus?) blocked me from going too far. I knew I could (just) think something and it would happen, but he read my mind and gently stopped me. He didn't tell me anything, just got me to see what would happen if I stayed (there). I saw such clear pictures. Because you are total compassion when not in a body, you only make decisions that are positive. 

Once in the body again, I was full of pain, hurt, depression, fear - all the negative emotions that are obviously only part of the body and not the spirit. The bit I didn't say was that, not long afterward my husband's parents moved to Wales. We used to drive down the M4 to visit them. I soon realised this was the motorway (I'd seen) and the house they bought was the one I saw. Even the carpet was the same. It was so spooky to realise this, at a later date. Seeing my daughter in this house was a premonition. However, if I had not been here, my daughter would only see her father now and again.

Can I just press you a little bit more with respect to when you left your body ?  How did you actually know you could do that (leave your body ) in the first place ? Was it just obvious or did it become obvious ?

I see what you mean now.  What happened is that I was dying and my (spiritual) body started to leave.  Once my (spiritual) head started to rise I suddenly knew everything.  I knew I must not leave entirely.  Sitting up was (a) relieving (of) the pain while they pumped my heart.  However, once you are out, the desire is to leave.  Which I did.  If my heart hadn't stopped, I don't think I would know how to leave (my body), even if I wanted to.  It is obviously the first thing the spirit does as you die, it starts to leave the body.  As I said, as soon as my head 'left', I knew things.  I knew not to leave entirely but I ignored that.  It was just so pain-free and peaceful out of the body.

No-one made me come back.  It was my choice.  However, you become so unselfish and pure when you are not in the body that you only make the best decisions.  The child was the important thing which overrode my feelings.  I desperately wished I hadn't decided to come back, once I was actually back in the body, but that is because all the negative emotions were back.  I have been constantly shocked at how toxic the body must be, to feel so different when you are in it, to how you feel when you are out of it !

Thanks for those interesting details ! The bit I'm particularly curious about is this >  "Once my head started to rise ". What you are actually describing here is of course impossible !  Your head is lying on a hospital gurney. It can't rise unless the nurse lifts it up, do you see what I mean?  So you are basically describing "something else" leaving your physical head ...let's say your mind (your self, whatever you want to call it).  So, is that what you are saying ?   

Sorry, what I meant was that my 'spirit head' rose out of my actual head. This happens when you die. At once I could sense and see everything spiritually. As the rest of me rose up, I could watch what was going on. 

Thinking that Lynne had prior expectations because of her informing me this is what happens when you die, I asked her if she therefore did have them (prior expectations) ?   

No ! I had no idea (that this would happen). I tried to tell my husband about it, once I was(back) home, but the look on his face made me think he thought I was mad. I immediately clammed up and never told another soul. Then my boss, who is a nurse, brought the subject up once, and I told her my story (in response). She believed me and was fascinated. She was the only person I ever told. 

Unfortunately, she told a reporter friend of hers who was interested in this stuff. I received a phone call from her so I told her the basics. Next thing I am in the Daily Express! Very disconcerting that was. Still didn't tell anyone else though. I don't usually read about other people's experiences now, because the two I read were nothing like mine. I decided everyone must have their own experience and not all are necessarily the same.

Many thanks to Lynne H !