Funny thing about that. This will sound like BS, but I’ve died before. Went into the “tunnel of light” in the ambulance on the way to Cape Fear Regional Medical Center in Fayetteville, NC.
As I was looking up at the light covers in the ambulance, their edges with the equipment cabinets blurred until I could only see bright white light, which felt like it was absorbing me or I was going into it. There was no up or down that I could perceive, just a different dimension of light that’s hard to put into words.
It was very peaceful, very serene, very quiet, and very intense. I was fully conscious of my sense of self, place, and being. I was so enveloped in trying to take it all in that it didn’t really hit me until I heard the Paramedic in some other dimension away from me say, “I can’t get a BP on this guy!!! I can’t get a BP on this guy! We need to get there NOW!"
When I heard that, I said to myself, “Oh Sh*t! This is it."
Then I reanimated back into my body and could see the Paramedic above me talking to me, “Hey man. Are you with me?"
I told him, “That was crazy man. I was in the light."
Then all 25ft of my intestines straightened out and said, “We must evacuate immediately."
I begged him for moral support, but without much of a heartbeat and other critical organ function, my butt cheeks weren’t exactly ready to hold anything in. The paramedic wasn’t any help in that regard either.
“It’s ok man, it happens all the time."
Lifted me off the gurney when my bowels executed the most brutal heavy drop ever, with consistency like a solid cow patty.
Got to the ER and this hot blonde nurse with bombshell curves had to clean my with a wet rag like a baby.
First BP they got on me was 73/28, which is no bueno.
Spent 3 days in the ICU trying to get my vitals back up to speed.
Skank ex-wife poisoned me. Sorry for the derail but I was thinking about perspective of the deceased and up vs down.
