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It is March 25, 2002. I am being prepped for surgery. After the nurses put in my IV's in both arms, I remember them asking me to count backwards from 10. I don't think that I made it to 5. I'm not sure how long afterwards, I was outside my body; I remember seeing my body on the operating table.
My experience occurred when I was anaesthetised for a caesarian section and giving birth to my first child. I remember being in a very peaceful, calm, and dark space and aware that I was 'floating' away from my body. I can only describe it as going away at a 45 degree angle but more like moving into a dimension unlike any in our 3 dimensional world.
It was raining hard when I pulled out from a stop sign in my Dad's Mustang on my way to an evening ballet class. I was broadsided by a Lincoln Continental estimated to be going between 60-70mph, spun & hit a parked vehicle, spun again & hit the original vehicle (this is as was reported).
It was about ten o'clock on Saturday morning February 28, 1987, when I had an experience that changed the rest of my life! This day was different than any other because after I left my home, I would not be back for months.
About 20 years ago, when I was living in Eastern Europe and working as an engineer in a factory, I often walked to work across a nice park full of snow. On an early winter morning, I was unexpectedly attacked by a stranger, in the attempt to rape and perhaps kill me. He didn’t tell he would kill me, but somehow I believed he would. He started pulling me aside; we began fighting.
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