davidbiddinger
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NDE, past life?
In the 90s I had a seizure. I saw myself in an ambulance laying there, I was above myself. I remember walking across the lawn and everything was vibrant and bright like I have never seen. in an instant, everything was whitish-grey. I saw my grandmother she was smiling, behind her, I could see the outline of many people, I sensed they were waiting for me, there seemed to be hundreds of them. My grandmother smiling, said to me without really talking, "it is not your time, you have a few more things to achieve". Then it was like everything went into reverse and I woke up in the hospital. A little while after that I had this strong recognition of myself at a different time, life. I was dying, my head rested in the lap of a dark-haired woman whom I loved deeply, she was crying and I felt a strong love coming from her. the fields were endless green, a slight breeze blew and behind her was a small stone home that I think was mine. I remember the tears on her face and me knowing I was dying of a stomach wound I think by the sword. I feel I died in 1342 or around that time in Ireland in the arms of my one true love. I always think of her and a life in Ireland in the 1300s. I want to go back to that life...
In the 90s I had a seizure. I saw myself in an ambulance laying there, I was above myself. I remember walking across the lawn and everything was vibrant and bright like I have never seen. in an instant, everything was whitish-grey. I saw my grandmother she was smiling, behind her, I could see the outline of many people, I sensed they were waiting for me, there seemed to be hundreds of them. My grandmother smiling, said to me without really talking, "it is not your time, you have a few more things to achieve". Then it was like everything went into reverse and I woke up in the hospital. A little while after that I had this strong recognition of myself at a different time, life. I was dying, my head rested in the lap of a dark-haired woman whom I loved deeply, she was crying and I felt a strong love coming from her. the fields were endless green, a slight breeze blew and behind her was a small stone home that I think was mine. I remember the tears on her face and me knowing I was dying of a stomach wound I think by the sword. I feel I died in 1342 or around that time in Ireland in the arms of my one true love. I always think of her and a life in Ireland in the 1300s. I want to go back to that life...
