In September 2003 I turned 10 years old. At this age, you still absolutely do not think about the meaning of life, and even more so you do not ask yourself a desire to learn about the existence of the other world. Nevertheless, I have experienced clinical death and see the other side of death.
The day after my birthday, my brother and I went out for a walk. Several other guys played hide and seek with us. The older girls suggested to me a very secluded place where they could hardly find me. Without hesitation, I ran to hide in the basement of one of the old abandoned garages.
I was absolutely not scared, I just giggled happily, hiding from everyone behind the old boxes. After about 5 minutes, inexplicable fear and horror began to overcome me. Not understanding the reason for my very unpleasant sensations, I decided to jump out of hiding. But after taking a few steps towards the exit, I felt severe pain in my chest, from which I instantly fainted (as it seemed to me then).
I woke up in the same basement, but without pain. There was a feeling of lightness and joy. I hurried out of the basement and saw my brother running towards me.
- Aha, did not find me! Am I cool? - I screamed with delight. But my brother silently ran by and went down to the basement from which I had just left.
Despite my grudge against my brother, who did not even bother to talk to me, I ran after him. And when I found myself below, I was dumbfounded by surprise: my brother was sitting over my body and tried to stir it up.
At one point, he let out a wild cry for help. His voice was filled with fear and despair. And a new wave of pain burned me again, from which I began to sink into an unknown darkness.
I woke up on a cold stone floor. I remember that I was constantly crying and reading the prayer "Our Father". Or rather, not just reading, but constantly saying the words that she remembered from her. But most often she said: "Lord, help!" I don't know how long I sat like that, but a new wave of pain made my body shudder again.
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- Dasha! - Suddenly I heard a voice. - How are you here? It's too early for you to join us!
Opening my eyes, I saw my grandmother, who died three years ago. She stood and smiled at me. She was surrounded by huge bushes of roses, which she loved very much during her lifetime.
Turning around, I saw a few more people. Their faces were unfamiliar to me, but I knew for sure that they were some kind of distant relatives. They all waved their hands affably, but for some reason they were in no hurry to hug me, as was customary in our family at every meeting.
- Granny! I miss you so much! - I was delighted to be next to her in a split second. - Let me hug you!
- Do not dare! - Granny shouted at me threateningly. - You touch, you will stay here forever. And it's too early for you. Return to your brother and parents. They are already waiting for you!
And again, a new pain burned my body. I closed my eyes and passed out. But the grandmother's voice clearly sounded again.
- Hurry! Run! Come on down!
I opened my eyes. This time I was surrounded by mountains, and the sun was going down. And I knew for sure that I needed to run until the moment when the last ray would not disappear behind the horizon.
With ease I began to descend into the valley (and I was about in the middle of the mountain), when suddenly some invisible force began to block my path, dragging me back up to the top. I already wanted to obey her, but a lot of thoughts about my brother and parents slipped through my head.
I wanted to hug and kiss them so badly that I began to resist with all my might. After several minutes of fierce struggle, I felt an electric shock. She screamed in pain and cried at the same time, and then woke up on the operating table.
As I was told later, I died 7 times and I was resuscitated 7 times. It turned out that then, in the basement, my heart stopped from a benign tumor. She cut off the blood supply to the heart, so it stopped.
I underwent the operation successfully and after 2 months of recovery measures I was discharged. But until now, in a dream, my grandmother comes to me and praises me for the fact that I still managed to go down the mountain to my family.