I’ve been having an extended dialogue with a spirit medium who’s a nurse and at this point has had tons of death bed visitation type experiences, which is an aspect of NDE’s that your “rationalist” skeptics just conveniently ignore for the most part. If your prototypical white light near death experience can be attributed solely to shifts in brain chemistry, then why do other people in the vicinity seem to experience them too?
Now, this person was involved with the Occult for years in her youth but hasn’t practiced in a long time and she’s honestly sort of in denial about the extent of her abilities. I keep encouraging her. What’s even more bizarre is the things she communicates with want her to tell me certain things specifically, and when she tells me these things I’m like, yep, I’ve seen that stuff, I know precisely why they wanted you to tell me that. Which is what you’ll see in this exchange we had regarding her mother’s recent passing. She even used some graphics program to help visualize the whole experience. Enjoy:
So, I’m taking care of my mom, all I want is for her 6 children to get to see her before she passes. I let everyone know, we were running out of time. Finally all arrangements had been made but people wouldn’t be arriving for 3 days. I was so worried, mom looked bad, she didn’t have days, she had hours at that point. I was sitting at the foot of her bed, I was rubbing her feet to keep her aware. I was begging the universe for more time to fulfill her wish, to be with her children. I couldn’t eat or sleep, I was afraid she’d go any minute.
It was so solid, I couldn’t see through it. I was thinking “WTF?!?”
It got bigger and started to take the shape of a LARGE cloaked figure.
My response (edited):
“The story of the angel of death there is quite compelling. I’ve actually always gotten the vibe that this was one of my protector entities. Same shit, entity in a black cloak. I was sort of unconsciously trying to kill myself with booze and pills for most of my 20’s, but this was the precise thing that was stopping me. In a dream it eventually even explained that to me. Look, I see what you’re doing, you’re trying to escape. The problem is that I’m not allowed to let you. In 2015 I did a psilocybin ritual. The next day it explained to me that by summoning me into sorcery, the thing saved my life. It was even more hilarious because it then told me that if I would have died it wouldn’t have been a big deal because there were like 4 of me in alternate dimensions and one was bound to die. So yeah, not only have I seen the things you’re talking about there, but I’ve gotten the impression that these sort of things are in fact protecting me in a way. Or keeping me in prison. However you want to look at it I suppose.”
I’m going to open up a new e-mail here specifically for people telling me their bizarre stories here. Should have that up and moving soon. And remember to grab my latest book if you dig the sort of content this site provides and tales of high strangeness such as these.
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