[BY REQUEST] - I'm someone who was clinically dead and came back to life, and I remember being dead.
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When I was 13 (28 now) I had a severe asthma attack that took my life for 3 minutes.
Background: I've had asthma my entire life. As a kid visiting the ER once or twice a year for an attack wasn't an uncommon thing for me.
After I recovered I got to hear the stories from the heroes that saved my life that night: My dad, the pilots, doctors, nurses, and a cop. This is my story and theirs.
We were finishing up dinner after spending an awesome summer afternoon with my dad and grandfather at my grandfathers ranch outside Fredericksburg, Texas. After dinner I started to notice another one of my asthma attacks coming on. At first I remember thinking to myself: "no big deal, just another minor attack coming on." I whipped out my trusty Albuterol inhaler and took 2 puffs. About 30 seconds after taking my inhaler I knew something was very wrong.
My chest was getting tighter and I knew was just minutes from a full-blown asthma attack. My dad looked over at me and immediately recognized that I wasn't doing well. My dad got my nebulizer and immediately started treatment. Near the end of the treatment my breathing I had gotten worse. I told my dad that we need to go to the ER, I can feel it getting worse. I remember the fear in his face when he looked to my grandfather an asked him how close the Fredericksburg hospital his. "20 miles" my grandfather replied. Without hesitation my father picked me up, took me to the car and started
drivingracing me to the hospital. I remember his car bouncing and sliding around the back country roads. By this time in the car I was using every ounce of energy in me to breathe. With my arms straight out to my side trying to support my entire back (for some reason this seemed to help) and my eyes looking to the sky as I am desperately gasping for air. I look out the front window to see us coming to a stop sign at an intersection. Seeing the stop sign is the last thing I remember seeing in Fredericksburg.
This is where things get real fuzzy for me. According to my father this is when I went in to shock and started throwing up everywhere and eventually passed out barely hanging on with very shallow breathing. I have no memory of this whatsoever.
As my father was doing 100Mph down the Main St. in Fredericksburg a police officer pulled over my dad. Dad frantically jumped out of the car yelling for help and a hospital. The cop immediately recognized what was going on and gave my father a police escort to the hospital a few blocks down the street. The hospital in Fredericksburg stabilized me, but they knew I was in serous condition and needed special care immediately, they called for backup Star Flight. Star Flight (rescue helicopter) picked me up and took me to the Austin Children's Hospital in Austin, TX.
Now I don't remember anything about the Fredericksburg hospital. However I do remember hearing the sounds of a jet turbine and the helicopter rotors slicing the air as they rolled me in to the chopper. I remember being inside the chopper. The odd thing is: I have no visual memory of seeing the inside of the chopper, just the sound of the turbine and the EMT talking to me. Then something happened, I stopped breathing, my left lung collapsed and my heart stopped.
Yes, I saw a light (I dunno if it was bright tho...). This wasn't just your standard issue 'oh I just looked directly in to my LED flashlight' bright light. This experience goes way beyond any "light". IMO the "bright light" stores we hear are the best representation we can come up for such a mystical experience. Anyways, the best way I can describe this happening I experienced is: "a machine of light". Dynamic, complex, and calming beyond our wildest dreams. I remember before I could formulate my "what is this" question instantly I was presented with the answer. The strange thing is, the answer was never verbally or visually given to me. It was as if the knowledge was always there and I just had to remember. This machine of light also didn't seem exist in any particular dimension either (way beyond fourth-dimensional space time I think). Because not only did I "see" it, I was this machine and this "machine of light" was me. The initial shock of this quickly wore off which was followed by the most amazing bliss. I then woke up (or came back technically). I had been in a coma for a day and in intensive care for a week. When I first woke up I didn't remember the experience right away. I just remember being hungry as hell and very very confused. I requested a cheese burger and fries, to my sunrise the doctors approved and I had a burger delivered while in ICU. It wasn't until I was eating I started to try and recall what happened before I woke up in the hospital. Then I started to remember. However it was difficult to completely recall what had happened and what I had experienced exactly. It wasn't until later that night my teary eyed mother told me that they had almost lost me on the helicopter. She told me the medics had to use every trick in their book to get me back to life again. I then knew what I had experienced was something very real and mystical. I was scared for a long time to even mention or talk about what I had saw because even I am still not sure till this day. However I've got a pretty good idea tho.
My life was and has been forever changed knowing that I had just jumped over the fence that most everyone fears (death), and made it back, or did I... Pfft. You want to talk about a mindfuck... I often wonder if I did die in that lifetime when I was 13, and my hospital survival story is just a continuation of my own experience of the one-self for whatever reason. I think deep deep dimensions also exist in conscious experience, IMHO. :P
Today I live a good life. I consider myself a very spiritual person and absolutely love this crazy experience we call life.
Edit: Not real sure how I can prove the events that happened. I was 13, maybe I could get a copy of the hospital/helicopter bill somehow? I remember my parents showing it to me and the price tag was in the tens of thousands. However I still do suffer from asthma (thankfully not nearly as bad). This is a common thing for me to get from the doctors after an attack.
Second Edit: Thank you for all your questions and input. I've gotten allot of questions to answer (most are pretty deep). I'll do my best to try and answer your questions.
TLDR; Died, saw light and came back changed forever.