beautiful
was the spoon hooked in your hand?
God is great

Not a nde I suppose, but certainly an escaped death barely experience.

We were returning to Takhli RTAFB from Vietnam. Descending, going fast…300 or so indicated. There was no radar control…only a few GCI sites that could provide traffic advisories. Typical rainy season weather. Afternoon showers everywhere. We maneuvered at will to try to stay out of clouds as much as possible. Visual contact was the only separation between aircraft we had.

Skirting a buildup, another -135 headed right to left passed overhead. Missed us by no more than 25 feet. I don’t think he ever saw us.

Definitely a need new fruit of the looms event.

WOW --- simply amazing story . You should definitely read that Mary Neal book I mentioned , she describes her NDE exactly the same as you did . Hers goes one step farther and mentions her interactions with angels and the gates on Heaven . It's the only book I have read twice in my life .
Sorry to hear about your wife .

The hooks never reached my hand. I did not consciously grip the line but the hand had a death grip by itself. I have no fear of dying since then. I was not the best person ever but never was afraid or saw demons. Someone on here said that God had forgiven me for my sins. Definitely a life changing experience.

Butch, you CRY too much... Are you sure you want to continue to cry. Crying does release the trouble in your inner soul. And Yes, of course Butch, I will still send you a case of tissues ( FREE )

here's a NDE story from Guideposts

“I was in a lot of pain,” he said, looking down at his empty lunch plate. “You’d gone to the hotel for the evening. I kept pressing the button for a dose of pain meds, but couldn’t get a nurse. I looked to the door. Two men I’d never seen before walked into my room. They were 40ish, average height. One had longish brown hair and the other had shorter hair.” Marv looked up and held my gaze. “Both wore long white robes.”

I was on the edge of my seat. “You think they were…”

“Angels, yes,” Marv said. “I’ve never been more certain of anything. They stood on either side of me, freed me from all the tubes and IVs, and put their arms around me. I was lifted. I saw the bed below me. The walls of the hospital vanished. I was flying through a brilliant blue sky. I wasn’t afraid. I felt the strength of the angels’ arms, supporting me, guiding me. Peace enveloped me.”

Marv went on to describe lights in the distance, shimmering waves of white, blue, red and green, like the aurora borealis, only the colors were brighter and deeper.

“I found myself outside a vast wooden door and a wall that seemed endless,” he said. “I was at the gates of heaven! The joy I felt was indescribable. I craned my neck but couldn’t see the top of the door and realized the angels were gone. There were about 35 people ahead of me, all of them smiling, beaming, as if to say, ‘We finally made it!’ Every minute or two the door would open and the next in line would go in. Finally no one was in front of me. The door opened to a large man with shaggy hair, a scrubby beard, sandals and a robe that looked like it had been worn for at least a thousand years.

“He stuck out his hand. ‘Hello, Marv, my name’s Peter. Welcome to heaven.’ ”

With every word Marv’s story grew more incredible. I didn’t doubt a word he said, yet it was more than I could comprehend. “Then what?”

“I was in a kind of entryway,” Marv said. “And Peter turned a page in what I understood to be the Book of Life. ‘Marv,’ he said, ‘I can’t find your name for today.’ I was dumbfounded. I argued with him. All that mattered to me was to be in heaven.”

At that point Marv could see a world beyond where he stood with Peter. Green grass, thick and inviting, the sky a sea of vivid blues, periwinkle, aqua and sapphire. Far in the distance he saw Grandma and Grandpa Besteman, his mother and three of his best friends. They each smiled and waved, as if inviting Marv to join them. They seemed to glow with happiness. Marv wanted to run to them, but Peter was insistent. It wasn’t Marv’s time.

“The next thing I knew I was back in the hospital room, connected to tubes.”

So your a tissue man?

Some of you know a bit of my medical challenges recently, and I’d like to add my ICU experience from just last February-
The short version is that I was admitted to Baylor dallas ICU from the ER-
I “ coded “ a few hours later, my heart stopped beating, I wasn’t breathing.
They had a really hard time intubating me and actually broke several of my ribs while doing CPR to revive me.
Fortunately, they were able to revive me, but I never regained consciousness until 20 days later.
I don’t have any bright light at the end of the tunnel stories. I don’t remember seeing angels.
No dead relatives came to me that I’m aware of-
But I do remember some things from when I was in a coma, and I don’t believe I’m going to transcribe my experience here in this thread, but I will describe it as wonderful sometimes weird sometimes the rest I can’t really describe right now.
So I was admitted here at Baylor last February 16 and have not been able to go home yet.
2 1/2 weeks ago I was moved across the street by the rehab And things are going really good here they have my discharge date set for July 25 and that may come earlier or later than that.
Although I survived, I did have my legs just above the knee and both of my hands amputated.
It’s been mostly a tough journey however, I believe l have been given a gift of life for a second time.
I realize I’m veering off of the intent of this thread, so I’ll try and shut it down here.
Although being physically challenged in the way that I am now is not the way I saw myself growing old. I am so very grateful that I still get to go to birthday parties and football games and hug my wife and family.
. I’m posting this by voice to text so please forgive me if I missed a correction that I didn’t catch, I try to proofread before I actually hit the post reply button.
I realize y’all have heard this before, but hug those that matter to you, I think it’s rare that you know it’s going to be the last time you’re gonna get that chance.

I have seen the light

I don't know what to say other than you are a much stronger man than I am. Prayers to to you Steve.

prayers up Friend

prayers up Steve , I can't imagine what you and your family are going through .

I had a similar cold water, drowning experience. Hearing your story, it’s wild to hear you had very similar thoughts and feelings, both during and after as I did.

I was in the water for 10-15 minutes, but a few minutes in, I realized I wasn’t getting back in a boat and not a sole around. I thought to myself, “really? This is how I’m going to go? This has to be the dumbest possible way I could die”. (It was dumb because it was a Sunday afternoon in January, 43* water temp, rolling red mud.. But, I was and still am ate up with it)

But, it was peaceful. I was peaceful. Birds chirping, water slapping the side of the boat; just another day for the rest of the world.

I used to think drowning would be a terrible way to die, but not anymore. It may have been the cold water or it may just be what happens when your at that door, I don’t know. There was no panic, no fear. I felt, and I don’t know if this makes sense, but enveloped or embraced by something - a warmth? Odd I know.

I had no visions, or all the grand things I thought I would see or feel. I got to a point where I felt a super euphoric, drowsy feeling come over me. It felt so good - like a mix of the best high imaginable and dozing off on the couch after Thanksgiving dinner. However it works, I 100% believe I was being baited to the other side. The euphoric feeling, would be 100x if I just relax, let go, go to sleep. It tricked me. I did let go and I went under. As I was sinking, I was looking up the whole time - I vividly remember light. It seemed like tunnel vision of the daylight outside, getting smaller as I sunk. So I guess I never saw “the light” because this would’ve been the opposite side of where it’s supposed to be. After sinking 10’ or so, my feet hit a sawed off stump and it’s like I woke up. I kicked off the stump back up to the top and started fighting to live. The peacefulness was gone and I was in survival mode.

From that day forward, I have always been ok with death.

I read 90 minutes in Heaven a few years back, after the loss of a dear friend, It gave me peace in knowing what a beautiful place she went to!! and so now I understand that when

a loved one dies that just hoping that they are in a place like heaven is described is peace to my soul.