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I find myself looking down on my unconscious body on the hospital bed, noticing a lot of concerned people around me. I decided to get out of the room through the cracks of the ceiling. When I made it out, a little vehicle waited for me. It was the size of a matchbox that my being filled with white light. I was the box, the driver and the light.
Working as a technology director for a school district, I was running data cables into a conference room through the ceiling.The ceiling was a suspended ceiling with approximately 4 feet of room from ceiling to building roof. On a ladder, with my head (about eye level) inside a removed ceiling tile, I noticed a red clad electrical wire with a bare wire exposed, coming out of a conduit. Apparently it was hot since I was found on my back on the floor, with ceiling tile debris around me, and the fiberglass ladder twisted in the corner.
My experience was of being killed in a tractor accident when I was 15 years old, and becoming a spirit, standing next to my uncle as he kept driving the tractor not knowing I was pulled into the wheel and axle of the farm tractor. He was driving while watching the potato rows, so as not to run over them. When I heard a voice on my left side call out his name, he stopped the tractor and got off to go around looking at the sprayers and the whole time I am just watching him.
I was a college sophomore. A former roommate had married and was pregnant, due anyday. Her husband needed to go out of state for an interview. They called me to see if I would stay the weekend with my former roommate. We always had so much fun together, I couldn't wait! They picked me and we drove to their small one bedroom apartment. Her husband left and we were alone in the apartment.
I see things much differently now. I rarely talk about the night of my accident and what I experienced because in the past my college friends didn't understand and denied it happened or called me crazy.
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