During the birth of my second child, who was breach with the cord around her neck, my heart stopped.
I remember feeling as if I were flying rapidly backwards in the darkness; like my spirit was slipping out of the top of my head.
The next thing I remember is hovering over the room, feeling the warmth that always rises to the ceiling, and watching the doctor and nurses frantically working on my body. I almost felt sorry for them, because I realized how insignificant the existence of that body was in the grand scheme of things. There was a brilliant light surrounding me, and I knew it was The Divine Power. I thought about my first child, who was only two, and about this new baby (who, I could see, was going to be just fine) and I asked, "But who is going to raise these babies?" I felt a sadness that I wouldn't get to do it myself.
The next thing I remember is waking up in my hospital room two days later, hooked to machines and IVs. My doctor was standing there, and I told him what I remembered about the experience. This medical man is also a very spiritual man, and he believed me. He said I was sent back to raise my babies myself.
Since that time (33 years ago), I have never feared death - although I love life, and am not in any hurry to leave it!
- Cerridlinn, USA (March 2003)