Saturday, February 1, 2014

My Near Death Experience

Have you ever seen these people on TV who claim to have had a near-death experience (NDE)? They all claim seeing "clouds" or "lights" or floating in a room outside of their body. Some also talk about seeing angels and long dead relatives. These are some of the common experiences people who claim they've had near-death experience.

People who hear about these near-death experiences usually think the person telling the story is "crazy."

I never used to believe that stuff at all either... That is, until it happened to me. 

Yes, I have had a near death experience. Actually, this has happened to me twice. Both times were in Japan. This post is about the first time it happened to me. It must have been about 1995 or so.

I was once told by a Za Zen Buddhist priest that having a near-death experience was the fastest way to enlightenment. I know that my thinking radically changed, but don't know if I could say I was enlightened. I don't think I am a very enlightened person, but I have had experiences that should have enlightened me. I have had these so-called near-death experiences. Well, actually, I'm not happy to be able to say that I've had them twice. I reckon that, in a way, it should be sort of embarrassing. I reckon that near-death experiences should enlighten anyone who has a lick of good sense. I guess I don't have enough sense.

But you can't really run around telling people this sort of thing. Why? Because if you tell people that you died and came back to life, no one will believe you. They'll all think that you are nuts. I'm not a Christian but I am well versed in the bible. In the Book of Mark, when Jesus toured the countryside and healed the sick, he told those whom he had healed to, "Tell no one." He did that because, well, because it's obvious. If you were deathly ill and then you witnessed a miracle and were cured, and told people what happened, they'd all think you were nuts... Of course.

It's like telling people that you were abducted by aliens or have seen ghosts... Or even an exorcism....

You see people who talk about these things on TV sometimes, but you can't figure out if it's real or not unless you've experienced it yourself. George Foreman talked about it. I saw him on a TV interview talking about his near death experience. When I heard his words, I knew that he wasn't lying. I've been there. I've done that.

After a boxing match that George lost he was taken to the locker room and there he passed out and says that he "died" and had an out of body experience. He says that he was falling in a dark tunnel into pitch black. It was then and there he knew that he had died. He then says that he thought to himself,

"So this is death? Oh well, at least I believe in God." George then goes on to tell about how a giant hand caught him as he was falling and then he "...felt the blood of Jesus pouring through his veins."

Some may know this story. When George recovered, he was a different man. He was no longer angry at the world and he retired from boxing and became a preacher. It's a great story.

My story isn't that great because I was never heavy-weight champion of the world... But my story is similar.

I don't really want to go into the complete details (it's embarrassing how stupid I was - it was an accidental drug overdose) but I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to be doing. You know how that is? Accidents always happen when you are screwing around and not being careful...

Those sorts of things happen all the time. And that's why accidents happen all the time; people not being careful and doing dumb things.

Anyhow, after my little, er, "mishap," I knew I was in no condition to do anything. If I called an ambulance, and if I recovered, I'd probably get arrested. If I went out anywhere, I'd probably collapse and the results would be the same. So I did what I thought would be the safest thing to prevent a heart attack, I laid down on the floor and tried to stay calm.

Later on, I don't know how much later on, I can only recall that I opened my eyes and I was floating in the air with my back against the ceiling. It didn't seem the least bit strange to me that I was floating in the air and looking down. I was in no pain and felt fine.

Below me, on the ground was the body of a young man and there were three extremely old gentlemen leaning over the young man. The three old gentlemen were all dressed completely in white. (And, no they didn't have any wings.) The entire scene had a misty, almost fog-like like appearance as if it were happening in the clouds but we were inside a room.

I looked at them as they knelt over while silently looking at the young man. I couldn't tell if they were praying or examining him. I spoke up, pointed to the young man, and said to them,

"Hey! That guy doesn't look right. There's something wrong with that guy..."

The old gentlemen didn't respond or seem to notice me at all. I kept repeating the sentences but they ignored me. Then, I paused for a moment. I looked at the young man and he looked strangely familiar to me. Yes! He did! I knew who it was! That guy laying on the ground was me. 

But it wasn't me! It's hard to explain. That wasn't me lying on the floor, "me" (I) was floating in the air...but it was my earthly body laying there lifeless and still

I spoke to the men,

"Hey! That's me! That guy is me! No! I can't die! I have children! I have lots of things to do I have too many things to take care of before I die! No!" I think I began shouting...

It was then and there that the man sitting in the middle oh-so slowly turned his head up towards me and his eyes met mine. What I saw shocked me. His face looked as if he must have been 150-years-old. His hair was completely white. His eyes were sunken in and his face incredibly wrinkled. I have never seen such an old person in my life before.

He looked up at me hanging against the ceiling. In his eyes were anger and revulsion.

The other two men never even glanced at me. The man in the middle just stared at me not saying a word. No! It wasn't a stare. It was a glare! I could read his mind. I could understand the anger in his eyes. He was thinking,

"What... a... disgusting... waste... of... life!" 

I paused. I knew he was right. It was a complete and disgusting waste of life. This realization was like an arrow being shot into my heart. I felt ashamed of  myself. 

I then no longer wanted to protest. I felt defeated. I shut my mouth and then I closed my eyes. I then realized that I was dead for sure but, for some strange reason, I didn't feel sad anymore. I can't remember if my eyes were opened or closed but I saw my life like a movie. It went by me like a flash. I saw my mom; I saw my childhood; my childhood memories.... I actually felt okay.

But that's the last thing I remember about that part; seeing my life and feeling okay....

I don't know exactly how many hours passed, but I woke up on the floor and it was nearly dawn. My clothes were soaking wet and I was freezing. I did my best to dry myself off and then I went home.

It would be a few years later that I would enter drug rehabilitation... I was glad I did. I was also glad that I was able to experience this so-called near-death experience. It changed me a lot. I am also no longer angry. I am truly striving to be a better person and to make a difference. I know that I am one of the truly fortunate few on this earth. 

These stories are so ridiculous and outrageous that no one would make them up. Yet, like I said, if you tell people this, they'll think you are crazy. When I was a younger man, I would laugh at these stories... But, I don't laugh at them anymore. It's easy, it seems to me, to tell a charlatan from the real thing.

I just now searched for you for a Youtube video that deals with this subject, and I found a good one. I am, again, totally blown away how close some of these people's experiences are to mine. 

I can't say that I wish for you a near-death experience because that involves something very dangerous or traumatic... But, if you do, and come back fine, then I envy you.

Just don't tell too many people about it. They'll think you're crazy.


diego.a said...

Thanks for posting this. I will take near-death experiences more seriously from now on. If it were any other person, I would not have believed it.

Maybe you should maintain two blogs: one for business and one for improving one's life.

mike in tokyo rogers said...

Thanks diego.a!
I've thought about that. Actually, I guess much of what I write here might be bad for business as it might scare people away from me (I had a wild, but fun and interesting past). But it is what it is. As for as running two blogs? Diego, my friend, I have my hands full with just this one!
Also, isn't living a better life better for business too? I know a guy who works constantly and never sees his wife and kids (maybe 10 days a year). This has been going on for two years and there's no end in sight. I think he's completely confused on the purpose of life. He will make much money, I'm sure, but will regret (oh, he's not working on his own business, he's working for a large company, so he will never become really rich...) What for?

diego.a said...

It's amazing you actually respond to comments!

Yes. You are right. I can't believe I missed it. Life, business, wife, kids... it's all interconnected with relationships, understanding, empathy, placing yourself in the other's shoes, learning.

The way you describe it makes it sound like karate.

Either that or: Hire knucklehead anarchists. They've had so many up/downs, they can survive almost anything ;)

mike in tokyo rogers said...

Thanks diego.a,
No. I'm supposed to respond to comments. It's amazing to me (and gratifying) that good folks like you take the time out to read and respond. Thanks so much!

Anonymous said...

Wow, that's amazing! I've always wondered what it'd be like to have an outer body experience (or near death there a difference?). Thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

"I know a guy who works constantly and never sees his wife and kids (maybe 10 days a year). This has been going on for two years and there's no end in sight. I think he's completely confused on the purpose of life..."

Reminds me of Part III of The Godfather.
Parts I and II for that matter as well.

They were always doing it for the family, or their children... only it destroyed their families.

One sided personal mission statements with sporadic and erroneous feedback resulting in destructive personal and business failures?

Or as a sign on the back of a pickup truck said, "What Are You Living For?"

Perhaps a tag on the end should've been, "... no, really,... WHAT Are You Living For?"

- clark

mike in tokyo rogers said...

Folks, I just realized that, when my dad died last year, that my friends in the USA probably couldn't figure out why I wasn't all broken up and so devastated like they were. I wasn't happy, but I knew he was in a better place and so it didn't bother me too much. You'll understand if you watch the video at the end of the post.

WorkHomeUnion said...

Very nice post, and for what it's worth, I don't think you're crazy .. I put together a Lens (article) called Near Death Experiences and Guardian Angels. The article has lots of videos about this fascinating topic, check it out, I think you'll enjoy it ..

Again, very nice post ..

Near Death Experiences and Guardian Angels said...

Fantastic Post!

Jon in Afganistan said...

As for me, I was on my back and I heard but not felt the sound of rushing getting stronger and stronger. Somehow I knew a tunnel was about to open overhead to my left. Then everything stopped I was back in this world. That was it.

Join in Afghanistan said...

As I reached the top of the tunnel I was asked,” what do you want”. My answer disappointed them. I was not told anything I could feel it. After another foolish comment on my part they responded that I only have to ask once. Later I was given a chance to reconsider my request and I did.

Jon of Southwest Asia said...

As I reached the top of the tunnel I was asked,” what do you want”. My answer disappointed them. I was not told anything I could feel it. After another foolish comment on my part they responded that I only have to ask once. Later I was given a chance to reconsider my request and I did.

Anonymous said...

My father had a near deth experience too, since my little brother died I felt forced to believe in god because I didn't want him to be in a bad place.

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