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1st May 2011, 17:45
Marta Y.’s Near-Death Experience
March 13, 1985, I was admitted to Ayala Hospital of the IMSS (Instituto Mexicano del Seguro Social – publicly-funded) in Guadalajara, following an accident in a taxi causing me much pain in the neck and back. I was alone, my family unaware of what was happening as I had no time to tell them. I could hardly speak and could not hold my head upright.
I was put in a waiting-room, where I stayed more than two hours while nobody paid any attention to me, until a lady who was there, a total stranger, made sure I was quickly attended to when she saw that I was almost fainting from the pain. The doctors and nurses had put attending patients on hold because they were celebrating the birthday of one of them.
When they finally got around to me, a doctor, without checking me properly, ordered a drip put in place with various analgesics. I was taken to a small room since their were no available beds, and a nurse proceeded to put the drip in me. My veins are hard to find and after a bit, already desperate, she placed the drip in a vein inside my left elbow; but as this is an area which has to be immobile, she went off to find something to do this with, and as soon as she was gone I started feeling that the drip was provoking a tachycardia, and I realized something was wrong. I wanted to pull it out, but my muscles no longer obeyed me. And in my mind I had just one idea: “I’m dying and I want to be lying face up, to die in comfort.”
When the nurse returned and saw me, she called out for help, a stretcher-bearer came and asked me to climb on the gurney, but I could not manage it alone. Then a doctor came, and between the two of them they lifted me up; I tried to get on the steps, but could not, then with my last remaining strength I said to the doctor: “Thank you, God bless you.” I’ve no idea why I said this to him, but immediately afterwards everything went black and I don’t remember how the laid me down again, nor do I know whether I fell, or what happened.
After this, the first thing I remember is being alone, lying face-up and opening my eyes, to see a strong light on the ceiling (I don’t really know if I physically opened my eyes, and saw one of the theater lights, or if it was a question of Divine Light).
Later, I saw a kind of mist, lit up in brilliant royal blue, coming out of my nose, at the space between the eyebrows. I simply said, that’s me leaving my body, with great serenity, and as if it was something I had already experienced before.
Very soon I felt myself floating in the air and looked towards the gurney where I saw my body, but I was above it, a moment of indescribable emotion. I marvelled at what the physical body is and how small, compared with the dimensions of the spirit. I understood that reincarnation exists. And when I turned to look around me, I realized that I could see through the walls and I saw a man, who was also in the theater, also leaving his body. Then, in a small room, I saw a friend of mine from childhood, whom I had not seen since, working as a radiologist, taking x-ray images of a lady, and I said, there’s Juan, and straight off I was there in front of him and I said to him: “How lovely to see you,” but he showed not a trace of having heard me, which made me understand that he could neither hear nor see me, that I was dead.
I came straight back to the room where my body was and I saw the doctors striking my chest over and over; it bothered me that they were mistreating it. I wanted to try and stop them, but it was hopeless, I shouted but they didn’t hear me, I wanted to grab their hands but I couldn’t, I became desperate and anxious.
But suddenly I felt a force sucking me away upwards and at first I struggled to escape it, but when I realized it was useless, I let myself be taken spinning towards (the light).
I passed through the tunnel, felt strange presences, but the light which could be seen at the end got bigger and bigger as I went towards it, and the speed of my travel got faster and faster, until I began to feel that it was too fast, and a wind was caressing my body. My body was stretched out, like the Vitruvian man, forming a beautiful five-pointed star with my head and four limbs. I felt immensely happy and suddenly I was brought to an abrupt halt, and stayed there as if floating in the void.
In front of me was a being, male, aged, with beautiful hands which looked like wings and moved harmoniously. I did not remember having seen him before, yet I seemed to know him from all my previous lives. I felt it was my guardian angel, who was there to guide me. I wanted to embrace him but something indefinable prevented me from approaching. Although his mouth did not move, he spoke to my interior mind telling me many things. Some, I understood, while others I did not, I felt it was a strange language. The little that at this time I remember having understood included the following:
“Like all other beings, you are living in order to accomplish a mission, and you are not doing this. You must change your way of living, you are supposed to help many other beings, and you are not doing so. You have to stop eating meat, as no one who eats meat can remain here.”
Following this, I saw my entire life in great detail, and experienced feelings through it of satisfaction, shame, repentance, following on each other without leaving me time to think.
After this I saw myself floating in the void, and little by little tiny spheres of many colors became manifest, not moving at first, then suddenly starting to vibrate while smoothly approaching me and incorporating themselves with my essence, which made me feel something I can’t manage to describe, it was as if I was being tickled. I asked what this was, and a voice said, “This is the knowledge you have accumulated in previous lives, it was kept from you, but now it will be of use to you.”
Then we were again face to face, the ancient being and I, and he told me many incomprehensible things, but he made me understand somehow that it was not a question of interpreting what he told me, I just had to register the information, and in time I would understand. And so I was there, who knows how long, as if under a torrent of information which seemed important to me although for the moment I did not understand it.
I felt more and more happy in that place, and then suddenly I heard behind me the voice of a child, which did not sound in any way like that of my two-year-old son, the only child I had at that time; but after some moments I felt that it was a child of mine, too, and when I turned to look at him, I felt an immense joy on seeing his face, and heard him say to me: “Mommy, mommy, I’m Hermes,” and I realized there was something special about him. He vanished into a white mist and I went immediately to look for him, without much caring that the ancient being was still passing on information to me.
Then I heard a voice say: “Imelda, Imelda!” I opened my eyes and saw everything around me from inside my physical body again. One of the doctors was calling me by name and straight away I sat up, and noticed that nothing was hurting, and I could move my muscles with perfect ease. But they laid me down again and asked me to give them the name and telephone number of a relative, to advise them of my situation. I could only remember my friend Juan, and the social worker knew him, so they went to look for him and he gave the news to my family.
When I discussed it with the doctor, he told me that (the experience) was the product of the pain-killers, which distort the mental processes.
But my husband, who is a doctor, did believe me, and later on I kept slowly and gently deciphering all the messages.
Three-and-a-half years later, my second child was born, and we called him Hermes.
Read more at:
http://stevebeckow.com/2011/05/mommy-i-need-you-to-go-back-marta-ys-near-death-experience/
March 13, 1985, I was admitted to Ayala Hospital of the IMSS (Instituto Mexicano del Seguro Social – publicly-funded) in Guadalajara, following an accident in a taxi causing me much pain in the neck and back. I was alone, my family unaware of what was happening as I had no time to tell them. I could hardly speak and could not hold my head upright.
I was put in a waiting-room, where I stayed more than two hours while nobody paid any attention to me, until a lady who was there, a total stranger, made sure I was quickly attended to when she saw that I was almost fainting from the pain. The doctors and nurses had put attending patients on hold because they were celebrating the birthday of one of them.
When they finally got around to me, a doctor, without checking me properly, ordered a drip put in place with various analgesics. I was taken to a small room since their were no available beds, and a nurse proceeded to put the drip in me. My veins are hard to find and after a bit, already desperate, she placed the drip in a vein inside my left elbow; but as this is an area which has to be immobile, she went off to find something to do this with, and as soon as she was gone I started feeling that the drip was provoking a tachycardia, and I realized something was wrong. I wanted to pull it out, but my muscles no longer obeyed me. And in my mind I had just one idea: “I’m dying and I want to be lying face up, to die in comfort.”
When the nurse returned and saw me, she called out for help, a stretcher-bearer came and asked me to climb on the gurney, but I could not manage it alone. Then a doctor came, and between the two of them they lifted me up; I tried to get on the steps, but could not, then with my last remaining strength I said to the doctor: “Thank you, God bless you.” I’ve no idea why I said this to him, but immediately afterwards everything went black and I don’t remember how the laid me down again, nor do I know whether I fell, or what happened.
After this, the first thing I remember is being alone, lying face-up and opening my eyes, to see a strong light on the ceiling (I don’t really know if I physically opened my eyes, and saw one of the theater lights, or if it was a question of Divine Light).
Later, I saw a kind of mist, lit up in brilliant royal blue, coming out of my nose, at the space between the eyebrows. I simply said, that’s me leaving my body, with great serenity, and as if it was something I had already experienced before.
Very soon I felt myself floating in the air and looked towards the gurney where I saw my body, but I was above it, a moment of indescribable emotion. I marvelled at what the physical body is and how small, compared with the dimensions of the spirit. I understood that reincarnation exists. And when I turned to look around me, I realized that I could see through the walls and I saw a man, who was also in the theater, also leaving his body. Then, in a small room, I saw a friend of mine from childhood, whom I had not seen since, working as a radiologist, taking x-ray images of a lady, and I said, there’s Juan, and straight off I was there in front of him and I said to him: “How lovely to see you,” but he showed not a trace of having heard me, which made me understand that he could neither hear nor see me, that I was dead.
I came straight back to the room where my body was and I saw the doctors striking my chest over and over; it bothered me that they were mistreating it. I wanted to try and stop them, but it was hopeless, I shouted but they didn’t hear me, I wanted to grab their hands but I couldn’t, I became desperate and anxious.
But suddenly I felt a force sucking me away upwards and at first I struggled to escape it, but when I realized it was useless, I let myself be taken spinning towards (the light).
I passed through the tunnel, felt strange presences, but the light which could be seen at the end got bigger and bigger as I went towards it, and the speed of my travel got faster and faster, until I began to feel that it was too fast, and a wind was caressing my body. My body was stretched out, like the Vitruvian man, forming a beautiful five-pointed star with my head and four limbs. I felt immensely happy and suddenly I was brought to an abrupt halt, and stayed there as if floating in the void.
In front of me was a being, male, aged, with beautiful hands which looked like wings and moved harmoniously. I did not remember having seen him before, yet I seemed to know him from all my previous lives. I felt it was my guardian angel, who was there to guide me. I wanted to embrace him but something indefinable prevented me from approaching. Although his mouth did not move, he spoke to my interior mind telling me many things. Some, I understood, while others I did not, I felt it was a strange language. The little that at this time I remember having understood included the following:
“Like all other beings, you are living in order to accomplish a mission, and you are not doing this. You must change your way of living, you are supposed to help many other beings, and you are not doing so. You have to stop eating meat, as no one who eats meat can remain here.”
Following this, I saw my entire life in great detail, and experienced feelings through it of satisfaction, shame, repentance, following on each other without leaving me time to think.
After this I saw myself floating in the void, and little by little tiny spheres of many colors became manifest, not moving at first, then suddenly starting to vibrate while smoothly approaching me and incorporating themselves with my essence, which made me feel something I can’t manage to describe, it was as if I was being tickled. I asked what this was, and a voice said, “This is the knowledge you have accumulated in previous lives, it was kept from you, but now it will be of use to you.”
Then we were again face to face, the ancient being and I, and he told me many incomprehensible things, but he made me understand somehow that it was not a question of interpreting what he told me, I just had to register the information, and in time I would understand. And so I was there, who knows how long, as if under a torrent of information which seemed important to me although for the moment I did not understand it.
I felt more and more happy in that place, and then suddenly I heard behind me the voice of a child, which did not sound in any way like that of my two-year-old son, the only child I had at that time; but after some moments I felt that it was a child of mine, too, and when I turned to look at him, I felt an immense joy on seeing his face, and heard him say to me: “Mommy, mommy, I’m Hermes,” and I realized there was something special about him. He vanished into a white mist and I went immediately to look for him, without much caring that the ancient being was still passing on information to me.
Then I heard a voice say: “Imelda, Imelda!” I opened my eyes and saw everything around me from inside my physical body again. One of the doctors was calling me by name and straight away I sat up, and noticed that nothing was hurting, and I could move my muscles with perfect ease. But they laid me down again and asked me to give them the name and telephone number of a relative, to advise them of my situation. I could only remember my friend Juan, and the social worker knew him, so they went to look for him and he gave the news to my family.
When I discussed it with the doctor, he told me that (the experience) was the product of the pain-killers, which distort the mental processes.
But my husband, who is a doctor, did believe me, and later on I kept slowly and gently deciphering all the messages.
Three-and-a-half years later, my second child was born, and we called him Hermes.
Read more at:
http://stevebeckow.com/2011/05/mommy-i-need-you-to-go-back-marta-ys-near-death-experience/