NDE Case Studies
Here are some examples of NDEs to highlight what people experience. All of the following have been included with the permission of the person who
had the NDE.
SHELLEY E. PARKER
A few months ago I was contacted through my website by children’s author Shelley E Parker. She described some fascinating experiences that she has had throughout her life. Not only has Shelley experienced a NDE but she has also had many interesting premonitions. As a taster of Shelley’s experiences, she has given her permission to put her NDE below.
The most profound premonition that Shelley has had was that of her fiancé’s (and soul mate’s) death in a helicopter crash followed by an after death communication from him, while she herself was being treated for cancer. As heartbreaking as the death of her fiancé was, she was able to gain strength from her premonition and pick up the pieces and get on with life without him. To read more of Shelley’s inspiring and fascinating experiences look out for my forthcoming book.
“I’m 39 and was diagnosed with Birkett’s Lymphoma, a type of Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, in August 2009. It’s an aggressive form of cancer and I was treated with a very aggressive form of chemotherapy, which I had for 4 months (two 16 day regimes, two 7 day regimes and seven intra-thecal chemotherapy injections).
After the treatment, I was extremely weak and am still not fully recovered. I was discharged from hospital in December 2009.
Several weeks’ later, I was watching television in the evening. I felt very ill and mentally and physically exhausted. I remember feeling I didn’t realise it was possible to feel so ill and still be alive.
I was looking at the bookshelves on my left in my bedroom and it felt as though the room went silent, despite the television being on. As I was looking at the shelves, I actually felt myself start to feel as though I was floating and began to see the bookshelves from a new angle – as though I was rising up from the bed and floating up towards the ceiling. It felt very peaceful and I felt calm, suddenly very happy, very well and healthy. It was a wonderful feeling and I remember feeling emotionally and physically healed and as though everything suddenly became perfect. This is strange and I can’t properly explain this part but I ‘felt’, rather than heard voices and, I think, possibly choral singing.
I remember suddenly being aware that I was dying and, for a split second, it really didn’t matter. The emotions were almost so overwhelmingly wonderful that I just accepted it and continued to rise. There was a feeling of being ‘at one’ with something, if that makes sense and that calm, relaxed feeling you get when you’re in the countryside and looking at a beautiful view.
Almost as soon as I became aware of the fact I was dying, however, I remember thinking I couldn’t do that to my mum because she’d been through enough. As soon as I felt this, I felt as though I’d been ‘dropped’ back onto the bed and the wonderful, peaceful, healthy feelings disappeared and I was immediately flooded back with feeling ill and weak.
I can remember feeling really upset and shocked that the positive emotions had gone and instantly wanted them to return but there was nothing I could do. I remember staring at the bookshelves in the hope that they’d come back but I’ve never felt anything like this again.
As I’ve had many prophetic dreams, I don’t think it affected me as much as it would ordinarily have done. It just added to what I’d already been shown that this isn’t it.”
The following is an edited version of an email that I received from Ken Ebert, from Taos, New Mexico, USA. With his kind permission I have put his email and an excerpt from his book Theater of Clouds: A Near Death Memoir.
Dear Dr Sartori,
I had a major NDE on February 3rd, 1984, at the age of 29. The trigger was a bicycle accident in which the front wheel of the bike came loose, then free. It happened in the Florida Keys, but due to the severity of my facial injuries I was transported to the University of Miami Jackson Memorial Hospital. The NDE happened there on the road in the Keys. I experienced a full segue from the visionary portion into waking consciousness. Not long after the accident I ceased any efforts to speak of the NDE due to the negative reactions I received, but I was explicitly aware at the time that I had gone elsewhere, into celestial realms.
An interesting feature of my experience was that it occurred on the Celtic Sabbat of Imbolc and through years of interaction I have come to know the Divine Feminine entity that met me in the Otherworld as the Celtic Goddess Brigid. She gave me the choice, during the celestial visit to her realm, of remaining or returning to my life. If I chose to return to life, she said, I must agree to write a book about my experience. It took me 16 years from the experience to begin the actual writing of my book, Theater of Clouds: A Near Death Memoir.
http://www.kenebert.com/kenebert.com/Theater_of_Clouds.html: my website, the first three chapter of Theater of Clouds are available in full on the site.
As I neared completion of the rough draft a second, stranger, NDE occurred when a van came through the wall of our house. Again, the entity came to me, and I was shown a metaphorical bridge between the two NDE’s, radically changing the story. I finished the rough draft within months.
Recently I underwent spinal fusion surgery to correct the spinal injury that happened along with the NDE. That injury was only uncovered during the past year. Since I had to sit for weeks after surgery I took the time to figure out how to publish through Amazon.com, Create Space. My book is now available through Amazon, and is endorsed by Stephen and Ondrea Levine.
Below I have copy/pasted the actual NDE vision/journey, but my experience unfolded over many years after the impact, as is portrayed in my book. I remain open minded about the whole thing but I am certain that there is a free-standing reality involved in NDEs. My studies led me to the work of Dr. Rick Strassman and his research into the possible biological agent involved in NDEs and other mystical experiences, through his studies using DMT at the University of New Mexico. Rick’s book DMT: the Spirit Molecule is one I read twice, then had the good fortune of meeting the author. Have a look at his website, his work is intriguing in its implications. http://www.rickstrassman.com/
Thank you for your time, Penny. I feel strongly about NDEs and am indeed excited to hear of your ongoing work. My partner, Carol, is an RN and does Hospice as part of her Mountain Home Health Care, here in Taos. She and I met at my mother’s death bed, where Carol was mom’s hospice nurse. Below is pasted the NDE, from the text of my book.
Ken Ebert, Taos, NM, USA
“All I saw was the handlebars swiftly approaching my eyes as the forks hit the tarmac and my head was plummeted against the yoke of the handlebars, where the gear shift levers were also situated. My face was raked across that hardware by the momentum. That violent impact changed everything in an instant.
The last thing I remember is the handlebars approaching my eyes. I feel as if I am doing it on purpose, that I pull my face against the bars. A new memory takes over here. Something changes in a big way. There is no time or space - only actions and feelings. It is dark. Totally dark. I look around and see nothing. I try to feel something. There is nothing to feel. Everything seems so distant. I am very frightened. It is beyond imagination. I can’t imagine.
There is a cavern before me now. It appears to be a grotto, yawning across my field of vision. I hear water running. It is running somewhere. I sense that it is within the grotto, but I cannot see it. I can only hear it rushing. Then I can only feel it rushing, even though I still cannot feel anything. It is like the air is moving very quickly. But it is far away. The feeling is very far away, very distant.
I am flying. Flying upward. Although I had perceived this grotto to be leading down, it was actually leading up. And I am flying into it, through it. There is something before me. It is intensely blue. This blue light is brilliant, almost blinding. As I enter this blue place, this blue light, I feel that it is slowly forming even though it is already in existence. The paradox irritates me briefly. Only briefly.
I am in a valley. The sky is the blueness I had seen. It is even more brilliant now. The valley is nestled between two ranges of jagged mountain. The mountains are the color of burgundy wine. I feel the wind rushing by me because I am still flying. And I still hear the water running in the distance. The valley itself is silent. The sound of the water comes from some place else. It is distant yet pervasive.
Far down, in the depth of the valley, I see something like a dome. I say down but I am still going up. The domelike thing is a brilliant light which does not seem to project beyond itself to shine upon the valley. The dome is golden-white. It is painful to look at this brilliant light, yet I would rather look at it than look away from it. What perplexes me is that the dome looks white and it almost looks yellow. I don’t understand this. When I look at the dome everything else disappears. I feel as if I have been tossed, thrown, or projected through the valley, instead of walking through the valley. Yet I am also being drawn toward the light in powerful summons.
My emotions are a very warm feeling. Somehow I want to panic but I sense that it is not allowed because it is not necessary to panic. This is something good and warm. There is nothing to fear. I feel welcome and I want to stay for at least a little while. And I feel that I should go inside.
I do go inside. Someone is there in this dome of light, someone who wants me to know them. They want me to know that I can stay and rest. Now I see that this person is female. She is wearing a robe. All of her is uniform light, golden-white like the dome, but more brilliant – her hair, her face, and her robe. It is uncomfortable to look at her but it is painful to not look at her. At first I sense that she is an angel, but she is more than an angel.
She is concerned but she is not worried or afraid. She is telling me this though she is not speaking. Her concern is about my urgent need for rest. Somehow there is an intense blue color around her. Her communication is labored, but she tells me that I can only stay for a short while, that it is not necessary for me to leave, but that I should go back. I want to stay only because it is such a long way back. It is so far away. I want to rest. But I can’t.
She reaches out and places her hands upon the sides of my neck with her thumbs pressing against the corners of my jaw. Her hands are warm and extremely soft. Her touch is gentle yet intimate. Upon this contact I become totally relaxed. It is the finest feeling that I have ever known. Her arms seem to be very long, as if she has to reach a great distance in order to touch me.
There is information flowing through her arms, into her hands, and into me. It is a wave of sheer power, of surging energy that becomes information when it reaches me. She is speaking through her hands, speaking without words. Now I know that she is troubled and her communications were labored because I was not relaxed. Her touch gives me the calmness necessary for me to be able to hear her. My overwhelming tenseness made communication nearly impossible. This is what she wanted me to know. And now that I know this it is time for me to go back. Also, I know that it is she who called me and projected me. She did both with one intention. Her concern was the force. Her intent was the focus. The valley was the path.
She takes my right hand with her left hand. We are suddenly outside of the dome of light and headed back through the valley. She is slightly ahead of me, still holding my hand. But it is not that she is leading me. We are a unit, our bodies motionless in themselves, gliding through the valley. The colors all change into violet. Everything is violet except for us.
Now I am back on the road. My body is motionless and I am somehow in it, unable to make myself fit. There is an image of a horizontal line of purple light which is behind the setting sun. I do not understand this. Is it an image of the place that I have been? She is smiling and she is still holding my hand. I don’t want her to go away. She laughs at me. She laughs because she knows of my struggle. I need to re-occur. This is what she tells me: I need to re-occur. ‘Re-occur’ is her word. She is laughing with joy. And I am crying. But it is only my right eye that is crying. The left eye is dry and untroubled. There are two halves of me, and when I realize this I hear what she is telling me. Half of me is laughing with her, laughing at the silly sadness of the half that believes that she will go away. She never goes away. She has always been holding my hand and she will always be holding my hand. When I believe that she goes away, I feel sadness. But it is only because I look at it this way. When I look with sadness she is a glowing ball high above the road where I lie, struggling to re-occur, trying to regain my dying body. When I laugh with her I am both places, on the road in a broken body, and also above the road.
She is still holding my hand. She is only far away, she is only going away, when I see her that way. It is my choice. This her message for me. We are a unit. Now, knowing this, I can regain my body. I can see her above the road and I am resolved to be on this road. She smiles. I share in her joy. The struggle to regain my body feels like when you get wrapped up in the bed sheet and you wake up trying to extricate yourself. She is laughing again. Her mirth is irritating yet understood.
The body is responding. I have re-occurred. I open my eyes. The sun has set. Two friends are here. One of them is the local Fire Chief. The other is a woman who is special for me. I see her and I know that it is all right to be here. I want to laugh but I do not laugh because I don’t think that they will understand. This is freedom. She never goes away.”