The question "What after death?" has been of interest to people since ancient times. Thousands of publications are devoted to the study of clinical death, which describe the impressions of people who have experienced this condition. The Polish artist Alicia Zentek also visited "there" and shared her feelings.
This happened to me during my pregnancy on January 8, 1989. Late in the evening I started bleeding heavily. I realized that I was dying.
In the intensive care unit, devices were connected to me, and the surgeon began to read out their readings. I began to choke and heard the doctor's words: "Contact is lost, the pulse is not felt." Darkness fell …
… I woke up in the same operating room. But now I felt good and easy. Doctors fussed around my body lying on the operating table. I went to the table. It was me. The split shocked me.
Panic seized me, I felt that I must somehow attract the attention of doctors. I started screaming, but no one heard me. I was sure that I was alive, because I saw and heard everything, only I did not feel my body.
I "floated out" through the window, dropped to the ground and walked along the city street. I saw a guy and a girl, went up to them, looked both of them in the eyes. No reaction. I realized that a certain barrier had arisen between me and the physical world. None of the passers-by saw or heard me.
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In desperation, I returned to the operating room. I tried to establish contact with the body, but nothing came of it. I realized that I was isolated.
A visit to a distant land
A bright light appeared from the ceiling of the operating room. He began to descend towards me. Without hesitation, I headed towards him. Inside the light, I felt completely safe, it began to lift me up. Having reached the top, I saw a beautiful picture, the perfect harmony of bright lights and colors. Then I shouted: “What a beauty! I have to paint all this. I was seized with a desire to return to the old reality and display what I saw in pictures.
“You see now the accumulation of basic energies of different strengths. Each of them appears in its own specific color. Choose your path."
These words sounded distinctly in my mind, as if they were spoken by someone next to me.
“Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you or hurt you. You can talk to me. And if you want to return to your world, tell me about it."
Thus began a mental conversation with an unknown entity. I told her everything about myself, told my innermost secrets, although the essence already knew everything. At some point, I stated:
"I am not worthy to be in heaven, I do not go to church even though I am considered a Christian." To which the entity answered me:
“The temple was built by people. Good must be in the soul."
Return
We came to a pink cloud, I wanted to get into it. But the entity stopped me. “Don't go there, it's dangerous! You want back.” I suddenly found myself in a long dark tunnel. I flew over it alone, there was no one nearby.
… I opened my eyes. I saw a number of doctors, lifting my head, I asked them where I was. The doctors looked at each other, and one smiled and stroked my head. I realized that I was back.
Now I know that people who, like me, have gone through this experience, experienced feelings that do not fit into generally accepted ideas. I also know that during that “flight” I learned more than in my entire life.