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It was winter, I was in my early twenties, and I got my feet wet. It sounds like such a little thing, and it was, but it opened the door for me to another world. I had no suspicion of it at the time, though; I was young and strong, and paid no attention to a little thing like wet, cold feet. They got wetter, and colder, until my toes were numb, but I was young and full of hormones, and my sense of prudence was as numb as my toes.
I had my NDE when I was 14 years old.
A few times throughout my childhood leading up to that day, I'd had bouts of severe abdominal pain, alongside constant bloating that made me look like I had toddler belly all the way into teenhood. When I was 11, I had an episode of pain so bad that my parents took me to the hospital. They poked my belly and didn't do any other tests, just put me on an IV to hydrate me and said it was constipation. It wasn't.
The pain subsided until my 14th birthday. My family and I were going to Disney World for my birthday weekend, and for an Irish dance competition I was in, that was happening in Orlando at the same time. The night before the road trip, I began to feel the pain again. I decided to wait it out.
My parents were not well adjusted.
My mother was marched to a 'back-yard' butcher (abortionist) each time she became pregnant. Finally, after several abortions, she refused. So, my father then claimed that, if she had any children, they were not his responsibility.
I had 2 sisters before I was born, but when mum was expecting me, Dad punched her in the stomach in an attempt to end the pregnancy. This is where I had an out-of-life event. Mum survived the punch and no hospital visit was required.
I set out to see if I could travel in my mind through meditation. I took some mescaline and had a friend watch over me.
I contracted Covid-19 on Christmas Day of 2020, when I was 36. On January 2, I died in my bed at home. My children were present, but downstairs in the living room. My cousin Keri had called me prior to this NDE and was talking to me. She called and told me she had a feeling that I wasn't doing well and she wanted to talk to me. I could not talk really. I could barely breathe. I was too afraid to call 911 because something in my spirit told me that if I went to the hospital I would not come back. I spoke to her about what I was experiencing, that I did not feel like I was a part of my body, and that I was going somewhere. The last thing I remember is her telling me to not go anywhere, to stay here, that I have to raise my children and that everyone here loves me. The phone call ended. I closed my eyes and couldn’t breathe anymore. I wasn’t afraid. I was tired.
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