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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.
In 1976 when I was 28 years old, I was very sick with what I hypothesize was Influenza/pneumonia. I had heard there was a strain going around that year that was killing more people than usual. My symptoms included: high fever, constant vomiting and diarrhea, sore throat, coughing, congestion, headache, body aches, and weakness. This had gone on for about five days.
My first death happened when I choked on my own vomit after drinking too much. I was depressed from having an abortion four years prior. In that death, I met with what we would call the devil. He came very close to taking my soul.
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