THERE IS SOMETHING AFTER DEATH, NOT SURE WHAT IT IS,
BUT I SAW IT TWICE!
 
by Murray Brown
 
 

Near Death Experience'ers as I am are a little reluctant to talk for various reasons. I myself will communicate with individuals who seem to have a sincere interest and not a wanna be type attitude. There are lots of nde'ers like me watching bulletin boards etc.on the internet but do not get involved. My reason is why should I? I know what an nde is like. It is hard to describe and I will never be able to successfully communicate my experience with anyone verbally or on print. NDE is an experience unto its own.

 
Before any of the following experiences I was and at times can still be a hard driving business man. I did not have time for "off the wall" thoughts or agendas. I own a consulting business that requires you to be on your toes constantly. I never had the mind set nor the compulsion to consider what dying meant.
 
At age 45 in 1995, I suffered a massive heart attack and subsequently had a triple by-pass. When I came to after the operation, I had a distinct memory of moving to another dimension or place if you will. For several months I thought this was caused by the drugs but after analyzing it over and over in my mind I came to believe it was something else.
 
I drifted or floated to a place of such calm it is impossible to explain. There was a blue sky, as blue a blue as I have ever seen. Sometimes today I will look at a blue sky and get a feeling of calmness. I saw tall grass gently blowing in the wind over rolling hills. But there was no feeling of a breeze, nor was there any sound. It was so quiet. I was not walking but seemed to be floating over the fields very slowly. This place was filled with warmth, calmness and an unexplainable
feeling of fulfillment and being one with the universe.
 
As I was drifting over the hills so very slowly and absorbing this feeling of greatest warmth, I saw "frames" of my children flashing across the horizon. They where not "still pictures" but pictures of them looking at me, very worried. They where wanting me to come back to be with them. They needed me and they did not say anything. I could hear them without
seeing their lips moving. I knew I had to make a choice right then. If I didn't I would not be going back.
 
To go on, I would be encompassed by this calmness and warmth forever. It would have been nice to go on. To go back I would be going to a place of hurt and pain. It would be filled with pain and responsibility, the hurt of emotions, the stress of life. I decided to go back because my children needed more help in directing their futures. Their future depended on me to
be there. It was just not time yet. The children are just not ready to go on by themselves.
 
Instantly I was back. I saw no bright light or angels or the feeling of a religious entity.
 
MY SECOND NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE happened in 1997. I was involved in a serious car crash with many major injuries. When I was trapped in the car, I felt no pain even though I had my pelvis broken in three places, a fractured tail bone, a rib that had punctured my lung, a fractured skull and lacerations to my face and part of my ear was severed.
 
I had many fastbacks of the accident for months after, but I had a positive and complete memory of the near death experience when I became conscious enough to talk and stay awake without passing out several days later. I started talking about my experience to my son first then to others as I became more comfortable talking about it. Again, I tried to evaluate whether this was from the drugs or was it just the signals that your mind gets as your body shuts down. I saw again, a place of warmth, love and friendship. It was something like a tunnel but not round, it was a walkway type tunnel that you see
joining buildings or stores together. The type that goes over a street. Not narrow but wide. I walked along it, or it felt like I was walking but I don't remember my feet moving. It was not bright on the right or left side of the walkway, but it was not dark either.
 
When I reached the end of the tunnel, I could see people. It appeared to be only from their waist up. It was not scary at all. Everyone was smiling and happy, they had a look on their faces that indicated a seriousness and apprehension about looking to see who was this new person coming into their midst. .
 
I saw faces that I recognized. I saw two grandfathers and my father. It was very dark behind their bodies and I felt the presence of multitudes of others behind them. Someone was shaking my hand as to greet me. I think it was my father. He died of Alzheimer's disease and was a mess when he died. But now he was upright and looking healthy and I realized just how short he really was. All these people where so very happy to see me. The next recollection that I had was that in a flash of an instant, all the options that lay before me, to stay or to go back where quickly flashed across my mind. I feel I was coached into a decision to go back. Someone showed me all the options and when I made my mind up to go back, this being or something helped me go the way I decided. It was not a horrifying feeling but just a point where it was time to decide. My hand was still holding (not shaking anymore in greetings) the person who I first started shaking hands with. The hand was very warm and soothing. My hand slowly and gently slipped away as I floated backwards to the living world. The hand was not holding me at all but had a very gentle grip when I released my hold. Then it was over. I was back.
 
Somewhere during this whole experience or whatever it was, I remember a brown door with an old fashioned porcelain door knob on it surrounded by a black background. I knew that on the other side of the door was a religious phenomenon, very bright light and probably GOD himself. This door is always there and is available to everyone. I can go through it any time I wish. I have a feeling that my hand was on the door knob and could have gone through anytime I wanted.
 
In retrospect, I am not afraid of dying now. One distinct feeling I have is there are people who went to the other side against their will and I feel so very sorry for them. They are happy there because they have adjusted but would rather have spent more time in the real world to stay with loved ones. I do not know if this is physiological or whatever, but I do not like to watch movies that show a re-enactment of a tragedy where people have died. If the movie is fiction then it seems to be OK but as in the movie the Titanic, I would not go to see it because I know that it is not fiction and there where real people who died and I feel for their loss of life in this world. I also change the channel when I see a real tragedy on the news. These are things that I just started to do, maybe deep down I always had these feelings inside and now they are more sensitive. I read about others who have had NDE and I see some are close to my experiences but I also know that my experiences are mine alone as well as my interpretation of them. I have a bonding effect with others when I read their accounts and I feel a satisfaction that there are others that have had the same experience.
 
I expected to die at the time of the collision. My daughter was driving the car in a snow and ice storm. We live in Canada. She lost control and the car went sideways with my side facing the oncoming traffic. A large bus was coming right at us, or me specifically on my side. I believed I will die anyway, so I took off my seat belt (something I never do) and slid over to protect my daughter. I looked at here and decided she is not going to die over this and either I thought or just
starting to say I love you for the last time when the impact hit. She lived, I cushioned the blow to her. She was out of hospital in a day. I was in for 2 months. Therefore, fear of pain and fear of dying, I believe, did not trigger my nde.
 
I was and I am not today a religious person . Although I have now a great respect for deeply religious people. I had an insight to something very few people get to see and I am happy to have experienced it. I enjoy telling people about it, but I am very careful to who I talk to about this.
 
After my nde's I seem to have developed a sense of feeling for the hurt and concerns of others. I think it was always there but the nde's reinforced it. I really want to help others with whatever their concerns and hope to do my best helping others the rest of my life.
 
(Note: If you have any comments or questions about Mr. Brown's experience, he encourages you to email him.)
 
Murray Brown
 
 

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