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I don’t remember missing the step. One second, I was descending the stairs, the next, my foot slipped, and gravity took over. A sharp, stomach-dropping moment of weightlessness before the brutal collision. My body twisted, my shoulder struck the railing, and then—

Crack.

My head slammed against the handrail post at the bottom.

Darkness.

But not entirely.

I was floating. No, not floating, standing, but not standing. I was there, and yet I wasn’t. My body lay motionless below me, awkwardly crumpled at the foot of the stairs. A thin line of blood trailed from my forehead down my cheek. It should have terrified me. But there was no fear, no panic. Just a strange, detached curiosity.

And then, the light.

A pinprick at first, like a single star piercing the void, but it grew. It expanded, enveloping everything, until I had no senses left, only the blinding warmth of existence itself. No edges, no boundaries—just infinite, consuming radiance.

Slowly, the brilliance faded, revealing a world so beautiful it defied description. Not dazzling, not artificial, but natural in a way that felt more real than anything I had ever known. The air shimmered, not with heat, but with something deeper, something alive. Soft, golden light bathed the landscape, illuminating gentle hills, vast meadows, and a sky that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat.

Figures approached, luminous at first, indistinct, then taking form as they neared. Some faces I recognized, some I did not. And yet, I knew them all. Not as strangers, but as family. A deeper connection than blood, older than time itself. They did not speak, but I understood: I was home.

Safe.

Whole.

Complete.

And then, the unspoken truth settled into my soul.

I was dead.

This was the afterlife.

Yet, even as I accepted it, something shifted. A silent understanding passed between us, my stay might not be permanent. Time here was not like time on Earth. It stretched and contracted, past, present and future merging into a singular moment. I could feel eternity pressing against me, yet I also felt the thin tether to the life I had left behind.

The choice was not mine to make.

I could feel it slipping away, the golden warmth retreating.

Then—blackness.

Pain.

Blinding, excruciating pain.

My hip screamed, my ribs throbbed, my skull pulsed with an unbearable ache. A sharp, metallic taste filled my mouth—blood. I gasped, the sound wet and ragged. My body, broken but alive, dragged me back to the harsh, dim reality of my room.

I didn’t want to be here.

I wanted to go back.

For a long time, I lay there, unwilling to move, clinging to the fading traces of what I had just experienced. But eventually, I forced myself up, stumbling to the shower, washing away the blood, the sweat, the remnants of another world.

I don’t think I need stitches. Maybe a cracked rib or two. Just bruises, just pain. Just life.

Later, as I lay in bed, exhaustion pulling at me, I wrote everything down before it slipped away, before it turned into just another dream. But I know the truth.

It was real.

I was there.

And I’m not afraid anymore.

Wow . . .

Yes Max it is real. Very real. I was a non believer. No more. I am 1 year out. I was on ecmo , tracheotomy , dialysis tubes on right upper chest, multiple arterial lines in my neck.Multiple major organ failures. 2 chest tubes. Feeding tube, Machines keeping me " alive ". Hospital wanting to shut everything off. Coma for 4 weeks. No brain activity. 24 hours later reran brain scans minimal activity. Less than 1% survival rate. I know where I was,with my recently deceased husband,son & daughter.

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Originally posted by forgotusername:
Yes Max it is real. Very real. I was a non believer. No more. I am 1 year out. I was on ecmo , tracheotomy , dialysis tubes on right upper chest, multiple arterial lines in my neck.Multiple major organ failures. 2 chest tubes. Feeding tube, Machines keeping me " alive ". Hospital wanting to shut everything off. Coma for 4 weeks. No brain activity. 24 hours later reran brain scans minimal activity. Less than 1% survival rate. I know where I was,with my recently deceased husband,son & daughter.

would love to hear the rest of your experience, if you feel so inclined

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experience, if you feel so incl

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"LIVE! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death. LIVE! LIVE! LIVE!" Auntie Mame

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Trust me there is a world beyond this place. The earth plane is a realm of pain and learning.Also it is a school for souls who are seeking redemption.

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Much more afraid of this life than the afterlife.

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here

I will relay the story of my father's death in the near future. Every aspect of that story is true, and very interesting.That story could easily have been made into a movie. I have chosen to keep it to myself until now.

I will post the story in segments.

I fucked up. I have lupus. What I thought was going to be a kick ass flare , was not. It all felt normal to me ,something I had been through dozens of times.
I layed down on the couch December 9th for a nap. That is the last thing I fully remember until I woke up in hospital the 20th of January. There are flashes , coma "dreams".I went to hell. I was in hell .Finally there was
nothing than I was with my husband & son & daughter. Than pain more pain I was in hospital.

Influenza A positive ,lupus flare , septic , my spleen had had a stroke, left lung large hole & collapsed, right lung 2 small holes particle collapse both full of infection . A weird fungus growing in lungs that only 1 medication treats but I will always test positive for. Both kidneys had stopped working. What they could draw out was dark purple black. Bleeding ulcers in stomach. Blood work showed no potassium no magnesium. Heart in a-fib .Strep throat . Blood pressure so low the cuff wouldn't read it .They put a line in to measure bp. Had hospital bed tipped so head was down & legs clear in air.
My family videoed all the dr conferences & going over the test results. I have watched about half. I have stopped the lexapro & buspirone the hospital put me on for the panic attacks & anxiety I now have that i didn't before this.
I dont fear dieing. I know there is more than this life. Its different than this life but its there.

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Originally posted by forgotusername:
I fucked up. I have lupus. What I thought was going to be a kick ass flare , was not. It all felt normal to me ,something I had been through dozens of times.
I layed down on the couch December 9th for a nap. That is the last thing I fully remember until I woke up in hospital the 20th of January. There are flashes , coma "dreams".I went to hell. I was in hell .Finally there was
nothing than I was with my husband & son & daughter. Than pain more pain I was in hospital.

Influenza A positive ,lupus flare , septic , my spleen had had a stroke, left lung large hole & collapsed, right lung 2 small holes particle collapse both full of infection . A weird fungus growing in lungs that only 1 medication treats but I will always test positive for. Both kidneys had stopped working. What they could draw out was dark purple black. Bleeding ulcers in stomach. Blood work showed no potassium no magnesium. Heart in a-fib .Strep throat . Blood pressure so low the cuff wouldn't read it .They put a line in to measure bp. Had hospital bed tipped so head was down & legs clear in air.
My family videoed all the dr conferences & going over the test results. I have watched about half. I have stopped the lexapro & buspirone the hospital put me on for the panic attacks & anxiety I now have that i didn't before this.
I dont fear dieing. I know there is more than this life. Its different than this life but its there.

WOW! That's a plateful of health problems. I wish you the best.