What happens to us after death? Is there a paradise, Valhalla, is there reincarnation, or will we simply rot in the earth? We bring to your attention several stories of the lucky ones who visited the banks of the Styx River and managed to avoid meeting death.
Motorcycle
On July 4 last year, I almost died. He flew headfirst off his motorcycle: pneumothorax occurred as the clavicle bone pierced the upper part of the lung. There on the side of the road I lay and died.
At this time, I felt as if I was falling into some kind of dark pool. Everything around me was black and the world, our real world, was rapidly shrinking. It felt like I was falling into an abyss. Sounds were heard somewhere far away. Strange, but my soul was calm: the pain was gone, and the world just floated by.
Various scenes from my past and images of people close to me, friends, family appeared before my eyes. Then I woke up … It seemed to me that I had spent several hours in this state, but in fact, only a couple of minutes had passed. You know, this incident taught me to appreciate the present.
It's hard to describe what's really going on: there is no excitement or struggle for life. You just don't understand what's going on. You feel like something is going wrong, but you don't understand what exactly. Everything is somehow unnatural, illusory.
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The moment when you come to your senses is like when in the morning in a dream it seems that you woke up, brushed your teeth, made your bed and already had a cup of coffee, when suddenly you really wake up and wonder why you are still in bed? After all, a second ago you drank coffee for yourself, and now, it turns out, you are lying in bed … It is difficult to understand whether you woke up in the real world this time.
Heroin
About 2 years ago, I died … and was dead for 8 minutes. It all happened due to a heroin overdose. Yes, it was clinical death. Be that as it may, it was both terrible and pleasant feeling at the same time. It seemed to me that it didn't matter - complete calmness and indifference to everything.
My heart was beating very fast, my whole body was covered with sweat, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The last thing I remember, before losing consciousness, is the guy from the ambulance screaming: "We're losing him." After that, I took one last breath and passed out.
I woke up in the hospital a few hours later, my head was very dizzy. I could not think clearly and walk, everything was floating in front of my eyes. This continued until the next day. In general, this experience was not that terrible, but I would not wish anyone to survive it. And by the way, I don't use heroin anymore.
It's like the feeling when you slowly fall asleep. Everything in very bright and extremely saturated colors. It seems like this dream lasts for hours, although when I woke up, it was only 3 minutes.
I don’t remember what was in this “dream,” but I felt boundless peace, and my soul was even joyful. When I woke up, for a few seconds I felt like I was in the middle of a screaming crowd, although there was no one in the room.
After that, vision began to return. It happened gradually, you know, like in old TVs: first, the darkness around, snows, and then everything becomes a little clearer and brighter. The body was paralyzed from the neck down, and suddenly I began to feel how the ability to move gradually began to return to me: first the arms, then the legs, and then the whole body.
It was difficult for me to navigate in space. It was difficult to remember what happened to me. I could not understand who all these people who surrounded me at that moment, who am I myself? After 5 minutes, everything returned to normal. Only a terrible headache remained.
Diabetes
My little brother has type 1 diabetes. When he was only 10, he suffered hypoglycemic shock at night. I remember how I woke up from the fact that 6 doctors were running up the stairs, and later there was a shout: “He stopped breathing. No pulse! They loaded him into an ambulance, and already in the hospital, my parents were told what a miracle it was that they could resuscitate him on the way.
At the hospital, I asked my brother how he felt when he was "there." And this is what he replied to me: “The sound seemed to increase, it became louder and louder, when suddenly, he suddenly died down and I seemed to be carried along the water pipes of our water park. Only there was no one nearby. Will we go to the water park when I get better?"