Welcome to Beyond Death where we examine near death experiences from people that say they
have died, visited the other side and came back.
Today's NDE is from Bret B who says he died of multiple heart attacks over a four day
period and explains his reasoning behind choosing to return to the Earthly realm.
Let's get into it!
I was a very serious athlete all of my life and knew my body very intimately.
I knew my injuries and the physical limits I could reach in different sports and activities.
I was practicing with my softball team and noticed that all of my muscles were hurting.
I was having trouble running and I had no power when I was hitting the ball.
This was very odd, as I had always hit with power.
The next day, I made an appointment with my doctor to discuss this.
The prior situation was extremely out of character for me.
My doctor wanted to do blood work and get back to me.
The following Tuesday, I received a phone call from him.
This was very unusual since his nurse was always the one to call if there was something
to be done or to let me know everything was okay.
He quickly told me that my creatine kinase enzymes were at 27,000 when they should only
be at a three-figure number [the normal range for creatine kinase enzymes is 32-267 units
per litre of blood].
The doctor told me to leave work right then and to check myself into hospital.
That this phone call had indeed happened and that the urgency was clear, compelled me to
obey.
I left work and checked into the hospital at 3:30pm.
Three hours later, I suffered the first of the six heart attacks I would experience over
a four-day period.
When I suffered the first heart attack, I had been talking with my roommate and his
wife.
Apparently, I just stopped talking.
They knew something was wrong then, and called for a nurse and the crash cart [a medical
trolley set up with the emergency equipment required to assist in heart attack cases].
I was out for a couple of minutes before they brought me back.
The following morning, I was talking and sitting up as the doctor was telling me what they
were going to do as far as tests go.
As my family and I listened, I experienced a cold feeling, knew that I was going to pass
out and fell back against my pillow.
Again, I was gone for a couple of minutes before they could pull me back.
During this attack, I was aware that something was wrong and a lot of people were in the
room.
Now the doctor said that they needed to get me into the intensive care unit.
During the periods that I was awake, I felt okay and was conversing with my family.
My cell phone rang and I answered it to find it was one of my supervisors calling to see
how I was doing.
As we were talking, I got that cold feeling again and told my supervisor that I had to
go and handed the phone to a nurse as I began to take a laid out position.
This time, the experience was much more involved in that I knew I was clinically dead and floating
just above the bed by a few inches.
After one hit with the paddles [of a heart defibrillator that gives a high-voltage electric
shock to the person having a heart attack, in order to restore the heart’s beating
rhythm], I was now in my bedroom in the house where I was last married.
I felt that I had done something wrong and asked my then-wife (now my ex), why there
were so many medical people in our bedroom.
Another shock with the paddles and I was in a black void with nothing but my thoughts.
I thought I wasn't going to come back from this one and my thoughts told me I was gone
from this world.
Then I was given a full-strength shock with the paddles and found myself awake but very
groggy.
I was stable for a couple of minutes, when again, I went out and flat-lined this time.
I was out for a long time and could sense that everyone in the room was worried.
Again, another full strength shock from the paddles brought me back.
Once I had stabilized, the medical team began putting syringes full of medicine into my
intravenous drip.
I felt odd.
I don't know how else to explain it but I was not myself.
My family told me that they were very scared and concerned for my wellbeing.
That was the end of that day.
The next day was uneventful.
I felt much more myself and didn't hurt.
I was told that this was because I had been given a painkiller along with my intravenous
drip.
The next day was the life-changing experience from all of this.
I was talking to one of the intensive care unit nurses when (she later revealed) I went
limp.
Again, I was out for a long time.
I remember hearing voices but I did not know where they were coming from.
I was in that black void again with my thoughts.
I began to believe that the soul was the piece of the puzzle that made me.
I didn't feel pain or sorrow but was curious about where I really was.
It took them a while to get me back and I remember feeling like I was being tested by
the Lord.
As I regained consciousness, I saw a very scared look on my favorite nurse’s face
and I also began to get a little scared.
After all, this had been a four-day affair and they appeared to have no idea what was
going on.
Now for the life-changing experience: This time I was above, looking at myself while
a nurse was giving orders in a very stern voice and a lot of paper was being ripped
open and thrown to the floor.
They were putting syringes one after another into my intravenous drip.
There were a lot of people around the bed moving very quickly doing their respective
jobs.
I continued to watch myself not responding to them.
Suddenly, I was in the most serene place I had ever been in my life.
I was happy and I didn't feel any pain.
I actually didn't feel a physical body at all.
It was beautiful in that the sun was shining, and I felt as though I was floating with the
clouds in the most peace I had ever experienced.
Without voice, the Lord asked me if I was happy with what I had accomplished in my life
and did I want to stay.
I have to be honest and say that I really did want to stay.
I didn't feel any of the aches and pains I had from back surgery previously nor the frustrations
I felt in everyday life.
I thought about it though and then told him I had unfinished business back there on earth.
I had a 10-year-old son that I needed to raise and protect from the psychological and emotional
battering he would receive from his mentally ill mother.
She was a functioning psychotic, alcoholic and in general, a messed-up woman.
In an instant, I was literally slammed back to my bed, awake and receiving the paddles
at full strength.
I raised myself up just a little bit higher than they had me (they had one paddle on my
chest and the other on my back).
I spoke to the nurse that was on the right side, saying, ‘Please don't do that again!’
She shouted that I was back; looking both relieved and exhausted.
I heard somebody laughing at my response and the air in the room became much more relaxed.
The medical team had called for the chaplain and he was with my mother and father as well
as my ex-wife.
Later, my mother told me that she was so sure that I was gone, that she went numb and couldn't
respond to the news that I had returned.
Ever since those four days, I have felt that my wiring has been seriously messed up.
I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, along with depression and anxiety.
This was, in part, because the doctors never figured out what was causing these attacks
so they made the decision to put a pacemaker in my chest (for insurance).
Not knowing why I had those attacks really troubled me and I have flashbacks to that
last day when so much was going on.
Sometimes I experience these flashbacks for a couple of hours and then sometimes they
will haunt me for a couple of days.
Watching similar experiences on television gives me a jolt of PTSD and I have to get
up and leave the room.
Notes from Beyond Death: I have included a link to Bret B's experience in the description
and for those that want to know more Bret has filled out a brief question and answer
portion immediately following his NDE.
My own thoughts on this are as follows: I often see people comment about how, given
a choice, they would not choose to return to Earth or they ask why any sane person would.
I believe this near death experience explains it very well, love will make you agree to
return.
You would be amazed what we will go through for those we love.
Just look at what Jesus went through because He loved us.
Let me know your thoughts below in the comments.
until next time,
Stay Blessed!