Symposium on NDE or Near Death Experience 04/11/19
Good morning to each of you, and thank you very much for joining us in this discussion and eye-opening journey into human consciousness. and now I will share with you my experience in ECM.
Over the years of my life, I have encountered a wide variety of people who, through discussion, have explained their understanding and beliefs about the experiences that some have at the time of death. However, you are not bound by death to have these experiences, I have read accounts, many of which happened when the person was feeling fine and clinically nowhere near death.
This was the type of NDE that I found a day after I got home from work. I was a machinist at the time, cutting cast iron flywheels for Allis Chalmers Tractors, at a factory in Harvey, Illinois. With a little imagination, you can imagine that I was covered in black powder from the top of my head to my boots. It was in this factory that I found the chemical that I used for five years on a daily basis and is now killing me as we speak. That, however, is another story, but the tendrils of it reach the experience that I am about to tell you now.
Exhausted and dirty, my daily habit was to take a shower as soon as I walked in the door to get rid of this horrible dust. (I didn’t have a shower, so a bath was the only thing I had at my disposal to get clean)
I felt good that day, even happy, I was on my hands and knees in the bathtub about to submerge my head under the crystal clear water when my eye caught something suspended in the water. It was microscopic and my eyes followed it as it slowly drifted through the water.
(I’m going to preface the next section by explaining that this shapeless blob, smiled, or use the word face, and other earthly terms, but it didn’t have any of these, it was just a shapeless black shifting blob, or mass of consciousness that I knew to be me. There are simply no words that can explain those characteristics other than to use earthly terms) While looking at this microscopic object, I suddenly began to separate my consciousness from my body, time does not exist in this experience, so again , there is much to explain using terms that are not applicable here. I was a black spot or mass of consciousness that saw, felt, moved, and now looked down at my body, still on all fours in the bathtub looking out at the water.
As soon as I separated from my body and looked at it, I started to rise at a very high speed through many cloud layers and I could feel a big smile on my face. It was pure joy, but about what? Who knew what would come next, surely not me. These cloud layers shimmered into my vision and made a sound, a hiss as I passed each one. He was flying high on a mission to who knows where, he was about to find out just a flash of a second later.
As I flew up, I could see that I was approaching a black dome and I began to fear. (bumping into him as I recall) As soon as I had this fear, I found myself “standing” at the back of a huge library. Millions of books were visible to me, ancient books of knowledge, at least that’s what it felt like. I probably don’t remember any limits on the ends of these book shelves, but I remember thinking, “Do I have to read them all?” There was a very soft golden light emanating from these golden lamps on the walls, dozens of them gave off this soft light, very nice, they again filled me with great happiness and joy. Then I realized that there was no oxygen or life there in that library, these were revealed to me as Real Truths.
As human beings, I don’t think we will ever discover Real Truths here on Earth. Defining these Real Truths is impossible with the existing verbiage. At least I can’t summon the words that even remotely describe what a Real Truth is, but I can still feel it deep inside of me. I know what is a Real Truth now and it is amazing. It cannot be judged, discussed, changed, sung, moved, renewed, it is simply True without a doubt possible. That’s the best I can do for you, no matter how lame an explanation is, that’s all I can think of.
I scanned the room trying to take in everything I saw, it was huge. Old but new to me, and there was an oddity at the front of the room, considering I was in the dark at the back of the room. It was a projection screen, the kind that would come down like a curtain and show 8mm film a long time ago. Through the back of this screen, a large hole had been “drilled”. A globe, white with small black divisions, covered this globe as it slowly rotated, showing the part that protruded through the hole. I felt the desire to take a closer look at it. and suddenly my vision was inches from him while most of me was still at the back of the room.
I started to focus on these divisions, each with a single word, I say one word because I have no other explanation for what I saw, but each word was in a language that I had never seen before. I felt the desire to bring a word with me, for some reason I had no idea, but that was my desire. I repeated it over and over again so I wouldn’t forget.
Then the fear arose again, I feared that I was never going to return to my body and as soon as I had this fear, my black form lay back on my body, feet first and working towards my head. As each part came together, it came back alive. A very strange experience in itself.
At this time, when I was completely composed, I spoke this word over and over and over again as if I couldn’t stop saying it, “woof, woof, woof”, etc. and an overwhelming and joyful experience that to this day I can fully remember every detail and especially the happiness and joy that I had felt while in this library. He had always felt since that day that this would be the place he would go when he died. So I deduced from that moment, more than 40 years ago, that death was not something terrifying but something of joy and happiness without measure. Is it true that it is my eternal resting place, I will soon know? Thank you all for listening to this experience of mine and I hope that in some way it helps you find the peace that you are looking for instead of the fear that you now feel.
