According to statistics, the chance to see the afterlife falls to one out of every two thousand people who have experienced clinical death. And no one keeps statistics of positive changes in their attitude to life.
Most of the "resurrected" do not remember anything, but for people who have preserved memories, they coincide in some details: a gray tunnel, high speed, bright light, angels, deceased relatives, all life, like a film strip, a vision of their body from the side.
Scientists explain the process of coincidence of details as follows.
The dying person “sees and hears” the picture of his own death due to the fact that the brain dies off in layers, and the hearing function is turned off last. So, when the deceased does not express himself, he will suddenly wake up. Joke.
The flashing of the "film of life" is explained by the same function of the progressive extinction of the brain. Extinction begins with evolutionarily young brain structures, ends with older ones. Thus, the most emotionally vivid memories “float” in reverse chronological order.
By the way, one British doctor found his own explanation for the phenomenon of "the soul looks at the body." Excitation at the time of dying of the angular gyrus - a structure associated with the organs of vision, touch and balance. With its participation, the brain sends information about the position of the body in space to the visual cortex before consciousness switched off, projects it onto the retina. It turns out the effect of "inverted vision" - a person seems to see himself from the outside.
True, his theory does not explain in any way that in a state of clinical death, people see not only objects located in plain sight, but also hidden from the eyes of an ordinary observer.
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But we are not talking about these riddles, but about the effect of clinical death on the psyche and personality of a person. Staying half there, half here, a person has the opportunity to reconsider his actions and, as the priests say, to repent. And if he survives, change his life. A test, a meeting with another world is given as a chance for rethinking, when a person still has something to do in life.
Death, as the last exam in the transition to another level of consciousness, is also the last argument for the continuation of life. Which prompts a person to reconsider life values, change his choice.
In continuation of the theme I would like to present the book by N. Volokhina “Life after death. Returnees.
About people who have suffered clinical death. Exciting stories from the practice of an experienced psychologist. How does a person, his views, psyche change after traveling “to the next world”? Who is given a chance of a new life and why? Who becomes the "defector" or "border guard"? Why does a person take pleasure in fear? In artistic essays, a psychologist with thirty years of experience unobtrusively conveys the idea: everything depends on the choice, the desire to live, to love, to be loved.
I am posting a story from it, which, in my opinion, reflects the main idea of the publication.
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Alexey, though a techie, read voraciously from the very school. In Perestroika, when the plant threw it out, the ability to get books saved it. Old Moscow booksellers connected with the right people, and became a bookseller engineer. He took precious books from the capital to order, which had only been heard and dreamed of before, unheard of esoteric and common reading. A circle of customers has formed, word of mouth has raised him. From the collapse on the ground and on the table, I moved under the roof, into a corner, then into a room, and soon occupied an entire floor in a prestigious, walk-through place. I could no longer cope alone, I took a friend as an assistant. It got better, started spinning, like, by itself.
He sighed freely, ate ate, ate, tried everything - "adidas", chains, purses, cars, travel, baths, girls, tzatzki's wife. I spent everything on everything, but the money is still there and still arriving. You can also satisfy your book hunger at any time. What to do, what to want, where to run? Into it, bitter. At first, of course, for force, he drank Napoleon and Sangria, and then Smirnov and even Royal was used.
Once fell asleep with a cigarette (a classic of the genre) and a sports suit, "singed" - synthetic, fused, attached to the body. Burns incompatible with life. Here the money came in handy - for the burn center. Money is here, Alexey is there - in a coma.
“I flew through the pipe,” he told me, “gray, translucent, and found myself in a house, sort of like a barrack. Two guys come up to me, one fair-haired, the other dark-haired. "Let's go," they say, "we'll see you out." Let's go. There are doors on both sides of the corridor. And I feel that there is someone behind them, although I can not hear anything. Scary, horror. Somehow I know that people in the rooms are suffering, suffering unbearably. And still neither the corridor nor this horror ends in any way. I ask the guides:
- Where should I go?
And the brunette replies:
- Go wherever you want, at any door.
Who wants to enter such a door? I am silent, they are silent, and we all go and go. I feel, I can’t anymore - that it’s scary, that there, I decided, come what may, pushed one door and entered. It turned out that he left, but the guys stayed there. And the barrack disappeared. And before me a girl appeared, such a gypsy, a burning beauty.
- Let's go, - offers, - I'll treat you.
I look, like, markets - tables under awnings. Where did they come from, was it just empty? And on the tables there are a lot of sweets. I have never seen such people. I want to drink, I can't, but all around is sweet and no drinks for you. The maiden praises it so much that although she is thirsty, she would take it and try it. I just feel it, you can't take it under any guise, I don't know why, but you can't, that's all.
We got to the end of the row, she asks:
- Surely you don't want anything?
- Not.
The beauty disappeared, and I flew through the tunnel again. In it I understood what cosmic speed means.
I woke up, I was lying in a bath - a water bed in a burn. The wall in front of me is white. Suddenly, right out of it, like in a movie, you will not believe, two men come out, blond, like that guy from the barracks. But he was dressed, and on these only shirts were white to the knees. They came up to me from both sides, stood up and were silent. Then one holds out a glass:
- Do you want to drink?
- Really want to. Only I can't take it, my hands don't move.
He brought the glass to my mouth, and I sucked, as if I hadn't drunk since birth. And the water is delicious, cold. I drink, it does not end, like a bottomless glass. He took the glass away and asks the second:
- Enough or what?
He answers:
- A little bit more.
Well, I'm like a tit again.
“Enough now,” the second says.
The glass was gone. And they went into the wall. I swim, wondering if I’ve gone crazy for an hour. But my lips are wet and my stomach is full, and I'm all full, as if new blood had been poured. Then the nurse came in, I was finally convinced that I was not delirious and did not sleep. My sister, when she saw that I was awake, ran after the doctors. The doctor interprets, they say, he was born in a shirt, and the skin will grow. But I understand that it was not in vain that the skin was lowered from me, there was a reason. And on the "excursion" was not just taken. Only I passed the test: I chose the right door, did not encroach on any temptations. I gorged myself and I don't want to, it became clear to the fool that nothing can be tastier than pure water - life.
- Why did you come back? What will you do now?
- I know for sure that I will be a guide.
- Where, who will you take?
- The same as myself, lost, so as not through the pipe, so that they are found here.
Alexey is a defender, he guarded drug addicts in the rehabilitation center as himself. They believed him, tried to make him believe them, bring them out. Some passed. Even if only one, there are already many.
"Life after death. Returnees"
