I hope this helps. In 1998 I had an experience with what I believe to have been a near-death experience. I was, at the time, suffering from a leg infection; my doctor, vacillating between hospitalization ––––and sending me home ( I was uninsured at the time), opted to send me home. He did, however, prescribe for me a powerful series of oral antibiotics; then, made me promise to follow-up. Of course, I was frightened sufficiently enough to make sure I had those prescriptions filled, and subsequently, began the treatments as prescribed. But almost immediately, I began to develop side effects; and, because I had become more concerned with losing my leg, and had come to understand that some side-effects were to be expected, I let it go. The idea of me losing my leg, or having to endure an expensive hospitalization, had, I guess for me –––sealed the deal... By the 5th day, I was having a particularly difficult time breathing, more than what I had been accustomed to. But because I saw positive results in regard to the leg infection, and the doctor's two-day wound check had met with his approval, again, I let it go... But that night, tired, and weakened, my breathing now shallow, and wheezy, I went to sleep. And here is where it gets interesting …I remember, at one point gasping for air, trying, with all my might, –––to sit up. –––But I couldn't … Then, I found myself out of my body, but it was strange, because it also felt as if I had just woken up. And I remember, walking around the living room, trying, to catch my bearing. But something felt different, weird, and it wasn't a dream.... Our living room had a lot of windows, and through them began to shine the Brightest light; at first I thought someone had pulled up into my driveway, but quickly I realized that the light was far too bright Far too warm; so warm, so beautiful the light that I was drawn to the door, and moved through it. In retrospect, it seemed odd that I would do such a thing, for my neighborhood was not exactly the greatest at the time, and for me to react so "cavalier,'' ––– unafraid, was out of character for my normal conscious self. But I kept moving forward, anyway, drawn into the light. Now, I know the original question to this vine was, do we feel pain during death? And I can tell you, at least from my own humble experience, I felt none. I did, however feel for some moments a great deal of anxiety, but I attribute that to the inability for me to take a breath.... … After I began to walk into that light, I can only to tell you that I had never felt ––––nor have I ever since ––––anything So beautiful; so warm. A light that can only be described as Pure Love; now, I know some of you might be saying to yourself, "This guy was religious, he had to be..." But you'd be wrong, I at the time was only 25, a hard-charging former member of the military who, was then, attending college full-time, and someone who gave religion or spirituality, hardly any thought... But I had to admit, after being enveloped in that wondrous Light, I knew there was something more, I could feel it all around me, inside of me, too. And here is where it gets stranger, still. The light began to swirl around me, like a gentle tornado and I began to be lifted. And as I rose I could make out my house, the roof, the tops of trees. And in the middle of my street, I thought I saw a pyramid composed of that light, at least, that's what it looked like... The next thing that happened was completely amazing... It was, now that I've had some space to consider the possibilities, what appeared to be a life review. I won't get into the details of what mine were like, but I will say that my best friend growing up was involved in it; and we were small, and beautiful. Later, two more scenes played out, of later years... But the most powerful aspect of my experience, was at the end of the review, where I was led to the end of a long long line … of people. So many, that I would go as far to say that the line stretched deep into the horizon; and I knew, it was important... But the line moved quickly, this was No DMV line. And I want to make clear, right now, that I'm no zealot, I'm no preacher, but I do want to tell the truth … And that truth is that before me, stood a man, so filled with light so full of love and compassion, that I began to weep, and no words, could escape my mouth. Even as I'm writing this sharing it for the first time, my eyes are wet. I didn't want to let that being of pure love go, but me staying there wasn't meant to be and I felt myself once again being lifted, into the gentle light, into a winding twisting warm wind; and I fought it, and I cried: Why are you letting me go, please, don't let me go.
And then I heard it, the words. They were simple:
Just Read About Me.
Again, this is not intended as anything but the sharing of my own experience. Afterwards, I made a complete recovery. The doctor said that he had never seen anyone heal so quickly, and he had confided in me that he had great reservations in not hospitalizing me. When I told him that I had some type of very serious reaction to the medication, and that I may have even lost consciousness, ( I did not tell him that I thought I may have died, for I was still processing that myself) he agreed to immediately discontinue the drugs; and conceded, that I may have gone into anaphylactic shock.
I can't prove that what happened to me was an after life experience, I don't think anybody can. The only thing we can do, is be as honest about our experience as we possibly can, and that is what I've tried to do here. It is my sincerest hope, that in some small way, I may have helped.