Yes, I am 58 years old and it happened when I was 6.
I got stung by a bee, went into anapholatic shock and stopped breathing just as my mother got me to the doctor.
I remember vividly, like it happened 5 minutes ago of looking down at myself with the doctor putting a respirator over my face, my mother standing beside him. Then the long hall with the bright light at the end with someone there, a relative that had held me when I was a baby and died soon after that. She told me it was not my time and gently pushed me back. The next thing I knew, I woke up.
Some researches say it is the last gasp of a dying brain, some say it is because we are conditioned to believe such stuff through the media's stories. I was not influenced by the media, the biggest media kick that I was paying attention to was Annette on the Mickey Mouse Club, and the dying brain theory does not answer the floating above and looking down question.
I know this really happened, because after I was well enough to leave the doctors office, my mother carried me out and the doctor walking beside us I noticed some green oxygen cylinders propped up against the wall and I asked the doctor what they were for. He told me to keep me alive and I told him that I had seen them. He stood there stunned for a moment, then told my mother that was impossible. He asked me where I saw them and I pointed to the ceiling and said, up there. The next day when I went back to his office, he took me aside and wanted me to tell him all about it. I repeated the story and I'll never forget the look on his face and saying "I'll be damned."
The other reason I know it happen is I was going through some boxes of old photo's, mostly of my relatives and few of those photo's I had ever seen before. One of the photo's I came across floored me. It was that woman who told me to go back, that it was not my time. I sent an email to my mother asking if it was the woman who had held me just before she died and she confirmed and wanted to know how I knew that. I repeated the story and to this day she doesn't believe a word of it, but she can't explain a thing about it. I think that woman is my guardian angle.
I am not a religious type and I think it is because of that experience. Because religion attempts to write about a wonderful God that we are supposed to bow down too and my answer, God or whatever it is, is one hell of a lot bigger, that man has no concept what is the glue that holds this wonderful universe together. Nor do I.
My religion is very simple, the golden rule which is the foundation of all religions. The problem with many religions and religious types is they make exceptions to the rule. Those excuses can make it normal to exclude, vilify, hate, rape, rob and kill. Some of that is due to zealotry, some of it is written in their works, and some religions, while they say brotherly love, it is only those brothers who are in their club. There are exceptions and if one takes offense to that because you do not believe you or your religion is like that, then my hat goes off to you and I say to you, 'welcome to being the best of humans.'
Jim
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