It is possible that my husband had a few near death experiences, which would account for some of the mystical visions that he had from 1974 until his death in 1982.
I do know for a fact that I have had a few near death experiences. The first time was in the winter of 1958, either January of February. I can't give the exact date because I was only three years old at the time.
Mom had left me asleep in a strange bed, not my own. She was in the kitchen with a friend, and I was in the den by myself.
Suddenly, I found myself in a room filled with light, and surrounded by people who loved me intensely and unconditionally. I seemed to know these people, even though they did not exist in my life on Earth. I wanted to stay there forever, but they told me that I had to come back, that I still had things to do. One of them shoved my shoulder, and then I woke up in bed.
I had fallen asleep lying on my back, but I woke up lying on my side -- good thing, too, since the contents of my stomach had come up, and if I had been lying on my back, I might have choked to death. I believe that the man who shoved me had rolled me over, so I would not choke.
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