Near Death Experience

From: anart [anart@pop3.wt.net]
Story type: NDE
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Subject: near-nde

Gentlemen,
Have you ever herd of anything similar to this, my own little experience?

When I was 13, (1959), I went in for surgry to have my tonsils removed. I remember these events distinctly, and did remark to my Mother about them, but never resolved if it was just a dream or something more. Now, at 51, I look back on this very brief (compared to the full-blown NDE's of others) thing that happened to me and am almost convinced that there is some parallel in my story and others..or perhaps that I nearly died..but no one really knew or said anything about it...(maybe the anesthesiologist knew..and just kept quiet :-)

When layed on the operating table, the masked Doctors and attending nurses looked down on me. I assume it was the doctor speaking, because I couldn't see their mouths. He told me he had two kinds of gas and asked if me I wanted laughing gas or crying gas. I thought this amusing that he would give me such a question..obviously designed for a child..to humour them in a fearful situation. I smilled and answered corrrectly; "well laughing gas ofcourse" not really expecting to laugh about it. In what I felt was another attempt to humour..by way of reverse psycology, he produced a metal cup-like devise with a hose attached to it. Instead of telling me to take deep breaths of the gas, he told me to "blow it away". I felt that he was employing tactics designed for a ten year old, and wanted to tell him, "It's okay doc..I know what's up here..you want me to suck this stuff in"

I've had nitrous oxide since then..both in a dentist's chair and recreationally. But never have I had such a thick dose of it as when on that opperating room table. It was almost as if it were liquid; very heavy and sweet. As I "blew it away"..taking deeper and deeper breaths with which to "blow", they put a cloth over the metal mesh cup mask and I became euphoric and giddy. It was then that I realized why they called it laughing gas. It was delicious and because of the state it put me in, I lost conscienceness and apparently began to flail my arms in some fashon. It must have been only seconds before they removed the mask and I herd them speak once again.

I relized that whatever I did..was wrong and they scolded me for moving my arms. They said that they would have to strap them down if I did it again. Apparently I behaved and slept the second time. The next thing I remembered was awaking in the hospital room with my Mother at my side. I was weary and had a sore throat.

It is within those first, brief sleeping seconds, that I experienced what seemed like long minuets of wonderment. And here's the clincher; decades before I had ever herd of warp holes or time travel or tunnels or NDE's, I had a profound experience of being in a tube or tunnel and seeing living entities moving through this tunnel. Not persons, or creatures..but more like cells or "plasma". I was not alone and was actually being "shown" this place..this thing by another. I do not know who it was. It was not filled with wonderfully bright light..but it was very pleasant and what little I can recall about my guide is that he was showing me all this "life"..this "life cycle" within the tunnel..it was passing through..moving in a dirrection and I think we were moving with it..observing it...me in wonderment..amazement..and he guiding me. As if, part of my education, I was being shown this secret place and these secret other beings. That's the long and short of it.

So tell me , what can you make of that? Was I just having a rush ..a dillusion on nitrous? Or could I have dipped quickly down to a dangerously low threashold point and brought back? I might write the entire thing off if it wern't for recent accounts of this tunnel thing..which seems to be an integral element in NDE's.

I tried to explain this brief but rather profound experience to a few people shortly after it happened, but eventually shelved it back in a corner of my mind. This is the first time I have ever written about it..and doing so, has sharpened my focused on the details.

Thank you for taking time to read and think about what this really was. I hope you can let me know if you have time to respond.
Yours, in the Lord,
Charles