Petra O OBE
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Experience description:
I was a university student I lived in a flat with other residents. It was early evening, I never used to watch TV and I was bored, the apartment was very small, and the only part really for me was a small box to sleep in, so I didn't have anything to do, and decided to sleep a while. As soon as I began to sleep, I felt a tingling in my feet, that was going up me and I lifted my head, to see what was happening, and I saw my feet right there, and I noticed I had no control over either of them, I couldn't move them, I leant my head against the pillow, and I asked myself what had happened while the tingling carried on up, I had no control as it climbed up, I felt bad because I didn't know what was happening, when the tingling or recollection (I don't know how to describe it) arrived at my abdomen. It felt like all my intestines were shaken, they moved but didn't hurt me but I felt very strange, it went on up, to my thorax, by now I was feeling very frightened, but I didn't know what had happened to me, and I wasn't calling for help, because I thought that I was staying here sleeping or at best it was a dream, really I wasn't worried and I didn't want to call anyone, also this process was quite rapid. When it got to my thorax I couldn't move my arms just my shoulders, I would have liked it to have happened like this, and I wanted to wake up, (If it was this) but everything was so real, it wasn't a dream, it was very early, I just wanted to sleep because I was bored. As much as I tried I couldn't move to get better from this muscle cramp, and I couldn't breathe, I was very worried, I was thinking God help me, I couldn't breathe. What was happening to me? This cramp passed and I felt it arrive at the level of my mouth, and I felt my mouth open very much trying to get air, but I had no power over my body,
It continued rising, and I blinked a lot to the point where I couldn't anymore. I felt a pressure, almost without pain, really more a pressure on my forehead, where I felt something like when you are sat down and get up, yes it was as if I got up, and from a place of darkness, I could perceive somehow a place of massive dimensions. On going there, I noticed that there was no more anxiety, fear nor serious feelings. There was no sound, I didn't see anyone. I felt that I was still me, that I could speak, that I could think, and I started to ask “What is that?” Where am I?” I worried because I knew that I had stopped breathing, and that if some minutes should pass my brain would die, on this I was clear, I didn't want to die. I spoke a little there I tried to convince who knows who, because I didn't see anything, that I needed to come back, because I didn't want to die, my body wasn't breathing and needed to breathe. In spite of the fact there was peace there, I wasn't really there, and I thought, I want to see myself, I want to see how I am and immediately it was so fast, I felt like you do when you are stood up and suddenly sit down, or as if you get up to go somewhere and end up in another, I couldn't find the words that were adequate. I felt as if I was in my forehead, and I could see my body, it looked like it was on it's side, or it was me that was on my side beside my body, “My God how ugly I looked” with my mouth open, and half panting, as if anxiously trying to breathe I wanted to speak or inhale a mouthful of air, I felt sympathy for myself, my eyes half open, again I felt like getting up, and in the dark place, I wanted to look with my own eyes, or someone's, and felt like revolving. I saw all around me, everything was dark, I said to myself “I dont like this” everything was dark, “Why is it all dark?” I dont want to die! I want to come back. I want to see myself, when I said that I want to see myself again, I felt myself fall, I felt the pressure on my forehead, and I was on my side, and I could see myself as I was. This bit is difficult to explain, I didn't have a body, they hadn't shown my in a story, tales that the spirit is golden, brilliant shining, there could be nothing further from the truth, it was like some essential bright colour, like when you are wearing a cloak of Tulle, bright cream in colour, and you fold it several times, and hang it in in space and at the same time conforming to it, with my tiny points of light that shone, and shook, but their light was very tenuous, I looked so vulnerable, it was an essence that shook rhythmically, as if waving but in a slow graceful way. It was me and I was alive! But now I couldn't see myself anymore, and started to see myself rise, and there was this immense darkness. I went quiet, and then began to feel myself displace, I went into a vertical position, and my displacement felt gentle. But I thought, “What's happening to me?”
I began to ask “Please, don't take me away” “I want to go on living!” And that I was very young, I am not ready, I want to come back, I want to breathe, my body will die if I don't breathe, I felt myself stop, I heard laughter, jeering, but in the best sense of the word, as if amused with me, so I felt. I knew I wasn't alone, but I couldn't see. I went back and down, I saw my body with my open mouth, I was desperate, because I wanted to enter I wanted to come down, and occupy my body, and I couldn't I didn't know how to do it. I asked myself why? I know I was alive. I could reason I could speak I could see, I could hear the sound of a TV, and the girls in the little sitting room, that connected the bedrooms. They were moments of anguish, this happened a few times, something made me go on up from the dark place where I was, and I made myself stay there, when at last little by little I descended it was as if as much as I went out, I occupied my body, my eyes blinked a lot, and my mouth closed my thorax got bigger, and when I got into it I could inhale air, my stomach turned when I said it in one form or another. They shook, and on going in to my right foot, I raised my body, I felt quite tired when I got back into my legs. I covered my face in my hands, it didn't stop there, someone spoke in my mind, not in my ears, they said don't fear, don't fear, I replied I am not ready, it is too much for me, it wasn't the moment. It tried to talk to me, I don't know what it was or what it wanted from me, now I know, and reading experiences so beautiful that many others have had, I was sorry not to have obeyed it, I stopped looking I stopped listening I stopped wondering, at best I had remained there, then I wouldn't have experienced what I had experienced in all these years. I hadn't been able to tell my story, I realize I am a stubborn spirit. I tried to. To try harder to this voice. I just had to support my back, on the bed, and elevate a leg, everything happened rapidly, and go out again through my forehead, I never had time, I know to raise my right leg off the bed, I went out again through my forehead, I saw my body without form, shaking harmoniously with its millions of living lights, with tenuous light, that comforted me between total blackness and displaced me, through this space and I said.
I am sorry beg your pardon, but I am not ready, not now, I am not ready this time, I said calmly, without anguish, and I came back immediately I entered my body rapidly, and I got up, I went out to the sitting room, and the TV was on, but the girls were chatting, in a bedroom, I went to the kitchen to have some water, felt truly sad, I kept a diary where I liked to write down my notes, my story, or writing of other writers, I asked myself could I write about what had happened? Surprisingly a voice sounded in my head, I know it wasn't me, it said “No!” I was surprised because I thought that it had all ended, but no. I asked it, could I write about it? It said yes! I tried but when I read it I felt I couldn't really explain it, in words. I felt it broke all the pages. I don't know if this was a NDE, I would like your opinion responsibly put, and I would like to reiterate that it really happened.