No Wonder Science Is Hopelessly Stuck

He's just saying the things they all say. They've never read the literature, though. They believe they
 don't need to (Sean Carroll) because there can't be evidence for something that's impossible (circular reasoning).

 Dr. Sean Carroll: You know, life is short. I could spend my entire life reading studies on near-death experiences and carefully understanding why they’re flawed, and I have no interest in that. 

The problem is the experiences are consistently reported by ordinary reliable people and it's completely unscientific to dismiss something like that without taking a proper look. This is from 1979. What's the explanation.

One the requirements of offshore industries,
whether working or visiting oil platforms,
 was to undergo a very strict medical at least every three
years. I had undertaken one of these in March of
1979 and, whilst a moderate smoker and minimal
spirit drinker, I was pronounced as fit as a fiddle.

That year however, the workload became intense. By September I had not had a day off. I was
constantly travelling all over the country by plane, train and car, and also flying by helicopters to
offshore rigs. After a great deal of persuasion from my wife and secretary, I agreed to take a few days
off, well at least the weekend. I arranged to play golf on the Sunday morning with some friends. I did
enjoy a lazy Saturday morning but at lunch time there was a phone call from the Offshore Construction
Manager about a potential labour dispute. Because of the direct radiophone system we had with the
rigs, it was easier for me to go into the office to link up and monitor the situation, and issue advice and
instructions as and when required.

I did try to unwind that night. The following morning I was up about 05.45 a.m. to get ready to play an
early round of golf. Being a good husband  (  ) I decided to make Jean a cup of tea. As I poured out the hot
water I had a severe pain in my chest and numbness in my left arm. It eased a moment as I walked
through to the bedroom but then returned with a vengeance making breathing and moving difficult.
I lay down on top of the bed and felt myself sinking into it. Sounds started to recede as if I was going
deaf and I was only partly conscious. My doctor and friend arrived. He gave me an injection to make
me more comfortable and then arranged for my transfer to hospital. I was aware of very little of the
whole journey, or arriving at the hospital. What I experienced was something very different.

It must have been when my heart developed an abnormal rhythm that I found myself in a very bright,
white, and lighted place. There were no feelings of pain, discomfort or distress. In fact, it felt as if it
was where I wanted to be. I was experiencing a lovely feeling of peace when I became aware of
someone saying, ‘Come this way David’, and I was looking forward to going. 

 
I found myself looking down from the top corner of a room, floating just under the ceiling. Beneath me was a group of people gathered around a hospital trolley, talking together very excitedly, but they seemed to be far away.
Some were dressed in green, others in outdoor clothes, and one man in a dress shirt with fancy
patterned braces on.

On the wall, quite high up, I was conscious of an unusual clock. It was almost
opposite me and I thought it rather odd. The man in the fancy braces had something in both hands with
wires attached, and said something to the others, whilst placing these things on the person on the
trolley.

Immediately I felt intense pain return, and everything went black. Then as light returned I looked down
and suddenly realised that it was my body on the trolley. I was very angry at what was happening. I
wanted to stay where I was, because it was peaceful and pain free, and I was waiting for someone to
come and get me. But once more the man in the fancy braces bent over the trolley, and again I felt
intense pain. After that I felt nothing until I came round on the Tuesday.

When I came round there were Jean and Mike, the man whom I had been with on the Saturday sorting
out labour problems. He had actually done something almost unheard of in the oil industry, in that he
arranged to come onshore before his replacement arrived. This was because he felt he had to be at
the hospital with me.

 I started to tell them about the strange experience that I had experienced, but
could see by their faces that it was being accepted only with a large pinch of salt. Jean casually
remarked, ‘That’s God giving you another chance. You’ll definitely have to change and slow down in
future.’ Mike, being his usual cynical self, ignored what I was saying and supported what Jean had said
about slowing down.

At that point they had to leave because the consultant had arrived. I was asking for something to eat
and drink, as well as a wash and shave, because I knew I must look awful. Whilst he was checking me
over I quite calmly said to him that he had quite a taste in braces.

He stopped and asked, ‘What do you mean?’ I explained about what had taken place and he stood upright, somewhat astonished. He wanted to know if someone else had been speaking to me since I had come round, but the nurse
assured him that he was the first member of staff to speak to me since I had regained consciousness.

The consultant explained that he had been in the hospital on the previous Sunday when I was
brought in, and that I had experienced a cardiac arrest on the trolley. What I had called jump leads
was actually a defibrillator he had used to treat my cardiac arrest. And yes, he did have on a dress
shirt and fancy braces.

But how did I know that, as I was seriously ill with a cardiac arrest at the time.
The room I was in was not the one he was used to and when I mentioned the clock, he had not
noticed it. He did say that he had been told of a few similar cases in the past but was obviously puzzled by
my comments.

Later that evening he returned to say that he had been down to the room concerned and there was a
clock just as and where I had described it.




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Just a contemporaneous story. 

Oops, I mean he was oxygen deprived,,, 

or rather he was on hallucinogenic drugs. 

Yes, yes,, that's it. It was the drugs.