Near Death Experience – Everyday I remember…
Like Stanley Grof, I am also; “convinced that current beliefs of mainstream psychiatrists concerning the nature of the human psyche and consciousness are deeply erroneous and require a radical revision.”
Growing up in Africa, I was able to swim long before I was capable of walking and have always been a strong swimmer and diver.
But since the educational facilities were very limited in that area at the time, at the ripe old age of 7 off I went to boarding school in Scotland and during my vacations, I flew alone from Scotland to West Africa to be with my parents.
Changing planes in three different countries and flying for over 25 hours before arriving at my destination at the age of 7 might sound scary but I gotta’ tell you – I had a blast!
However, one sunny day as a young teenager I was caught in a very strong riptide swimming and body surfing off the coast of a beach in Ghana, West Africa where my parents were at the time.
We have advice on this website with regards to how to survive if you’re caught in a riptide but, the water had quickly turned particularly rough and it was crystal clear to me that I was in serious trouble
Reaching the shore proved impossible, although I remained calm, I was exhausted being constantly battered and forced under by very large, powerful waves which seemed to sadistically give me only enough time for one short gulp of air before being pushed under again and again…
At one point when I thought all was lost, I had one of those near death experience which will remain with me until the day I die and beyond…
All of this must have happened in fractions of a second in real terms – although at this level of consciousness, time means nothing anyway – but my young life flashed before my eyes and the one and only part that will forever remain etched in my little brain is an argument I had with my mother.
I can’t ever remember my mother being hard, bitter or cruel in any way to me or to anyone else. She was always incredibly loving and whilst being pushed under those rough waves yet again, I remembered an argument I had with her upon my return home after drinking more than a few pints of ale down the pub “with my mates”.
At one point during our discussion, I hazily suspected that if I continued to argue with my mother she might cry…
She did and I was very angry with myself.
Whilst drowning, I remembered this ugly but thankfully isolated teenage incident as if it had happened seconds ago but, not only did I remember how I felt during the argument, what was even more powerful and infinitely more disturbing was that for a few traumatic moments I was my mother and I felt – I KNOW I did – the exact same emotions that my mother had experienced during this encounter and she had been emotionally shattered.
And so was I.
Our words and our actions most definitely do have consequences whether it be in this life or the next. And our politicians – who often claim to be so Christian and righteous – deliberately create problems, reactions and then present horrific ‘solutions’ claiming to be “defending our freedom” that result in the deaths of millions of people, the largest percentage of them being innocent women and children. The devil himself would be most proud…
Here’s what I do know.
When our politicians are finally lying on their deathbeds, these people who are responsible for causing the pain, the torture and deaths of millions of mostly innocent human beings “with a mission from God“, they will themselves experience the exact same horrific suffering and crushing emotions that affected every single person they murdered or who had died because of their actions.
This is the real hell that awaits them.
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Written by Scott Oliver, author of How To Buy Costa Rica Real Estate Without Losing Your Camisa and Costa Rica’s Guide To Making Money Offshore who thankfully did not drown that day…
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