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Sat 1 Apr, 2017 03:46 am
Then on a Thursday in 2011 evening I went to bed and fell asleep. Unusual for you, you phoned me that night much later than you have ever done before. I think maybe 9 pm or so.
The phone rang next to me I woke up and answered and it was you asking me a question or something.
My heart began to stop and start and I began to sweat. You could hear that something was wrong and said 'Alan you don't sound right" I replied by saying, "No Tony something is wrong and I will phone you back"
I called out for Desiree or Denise to come to me, because I felt I was having a heart attack, because my heart by this time had begun to stop-start-stop-start and I knew I could be actually dying.
I Told Desiree who came into the room first to tell Denise to call the emergence services ambulance. Denise at first thought I might be "Crying wolf" so to speak"
Then by looking at my death pale face, with me by now beginning to go in and out of consciousness she called the ambulance and the paramedics arrived at our flat in less than ten minutes. The Sunninghill hospital is only a kilometer from our flat.
They managed some how to put me on a gurney/stretcher and immediately began to give me some treatment or other, which I cant remember because by this time my heart would stop and I would lose consciousness over and over again.
The next thing I remember is being on a resuscitation table, with doctors and nurses working on me which I found out later was to save my life and get my heart to beat, because by this time it had stopped completely and I was clinically dead.
It took them almost three hours to get my heart to beat, and they had to use the shock paddles, injections of atropine and adrenaline directly into my heart to get it to beat enough to give them time to put in a temporary heart pacemaker.
Later the next day, they took out the temporary heart pacemaker and put a permanent one in my chest wall. The pacemaker cost about R60,000 sixty thousand rand and should work for up to ten years before I need another one.
When the doctor, visited me at my bedside later, he said you, Were really, really dead" and if you had arrived even 15 minutes later they most likely would not have been able to save me.
The nurses joked around me, telling me, you were at the gates of heaven and God sent you back. this is the old man who was at heavens door last night etc.
I did have a mystical experience, while on the resuscitation table, it seems that each time your heart really stopped your soul leaves your physical body and goes somewhere into the afterlife.
One thing for sure is If you Tony had not phoned me that night, when you did, I would never had woke up and would have died in my sleep.
Also other than some discomfort, I had no fear, even though I knew I was dying, in fact I felt very peaceful, liked being rapped in a warm blanket.
God bless
Alan
@Alan McDougall,
Glad you're alright now. People will interpret your experience based on their own preconceptions. Some will say it's proof of the afterlife others that it's hallucinations caused by a brain going into shut down. I don't think you'll be changing anyone's mind.
Again glad you're OK, carpe diem and all that
Yeah, I think it's good share. People will follow you according to their demands.
@izzythepush,
izzythepush wrote:
Glad you're alright now. People will interpret your experience based on their own preconceptions. Some will say it's proof of the afterlife others that it's hallucinations caused by a brain going into shut down. I don't think you'll be changing anyone's mind.
Again glad you're OK, carpe diem and all that
The experience was much to clear and logical to call it an hallucination or a dream it was more real and meaningful than this present reality. Can I prove of course not, can someone prove what they were doing yesterday I think not.
Thanks for the meaningful comment
@Alan McDougall,
Alan McDougall wrote:, can someone prove what they were doing yesterday I think not.
Try telling that to the police who've just issued me with a speeding ticket accompanied with photographic evidence.
@izzythepush,
izzythepush wrote:
Alan McDougall wrote:, can someone prove what they were doing yesterday I think not.
Try telling that to the police who've just issued me with a speeding ticket accompanied with photographic evidence.
That is not the same thing as me near death experience and you know it. How can I prove that my consciousness went elsewhere during a near death experience ?
@Alan McDougall,
I was responding to what you said about not being able to prove where one was yesterday. You seem to be of the opinion that you are someone in touch with the cosmos, someone we should take time to consider, but the more I've seen of you the more you seem like a unruly child demanding a gold star for your repackaged, slightly stale, pseudo Christianity.
And you don't have a sense of humour. Like I said I'm glad you survived your ordeal, but I don't think you've got anything to offer, too needy by far.
@izzythepush,
izzythepush wrote:
I was responding to what you said about not being able to prove where one was yesterday. You seem to be of the opinion that you are someone in touch with the cosmos, someone we should take time to consider, but the more I've seen of you the more you seem like a unruly child demanding a gold star for your repackaged, slightly stale, pseudo Christianity.
And you don't have a sense of humour. Like I said I'm glad you survived your ordeal, but I don't think you've got anything to offer, too needy by far.
I have a profound sense of humor , you know nothing about what I really believe. It is impossible to have a stale or pseudo Christianity. That is like a woman saying she was slightly pregnant. As far as pseudo Christianity goes, you will find exactly that in the Mormon cult.
@Alan McDougall,
Alan McDougall wrote:I have a profound sense of humor ,
That really comes across.
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