What's the closest you've ever come to dying?

[bm2k]

Compared to some of these stories, mind is pretty tame.

When I was 15 I had a bad asthma attack in the shower. Couldn't breathe and was coughing up lots of blood (looks worse because of the water - looked like a murder scene). Only was found in this state because I made a nice thud hitting the ground

 

[manny78]

One had a gun pointed on my stomach, then few months after was attacked by 4 morons at the same time, all that thanks to my job. But I love my job

 

[danielson]

went rock climbing without a saftey rope/any equipment, picked my own face of a cliff rather than walk all the way up, about 3/4 of the way up i lost my footing and only had 1 solid point of contact and one piss poor one with the cliff. i was 50/50 about whether i was gonna drop (and die) but i was too embaressed to call for help (i wasnt exactly supposed to be doing this, i was 16 at school at the time) so i SOMEHOW managed to haul myself up

had two wet ropes 3 storeys up ona a tree and had to move from tree to tree with feet on lower rope, hands on upper one, no saftey harness, again at school (this time supervised ).....some fucked up character building exercise. i passed it,, but sooo many people understandably quit. almost lost my footing in strong winds, but maged to hold on

 

[Taps]

I was in a mobilehome that flew off the highway and flipped over. Of the 4 people on board, I was the only one who wasn't injured -- I was also the only one not wearing a seatbelt -- they ended up in the hospital for a few weeks and I got to go home and eat pizza.

 

[danielson]

I was in a mobilehome that flew off the highway and flipped over. Of the 4 people on board, I was the only one who wasn't injured -- I was also the only one not wearing a seatbelt -- they ended up in the hospital for a few weeks and I got to go home and eat pizza.

 

[Rex]

I think I told this one before on here, but here it is again anyway.

In VA Beach. Waves were pretty rough. I can't hit by one, and knocked under water where I hit my head on the sand. I lay there under water, all of a sudden the water became clear [VA Beach water is never clear], the sun shined through, I felt at peace with myself. Next thing I know something told me it wasn't my time, and a wave hauled my ass on dry land. Haven't been afraid to die since.

Not near death, but when we were in the Bahamas last year I was doing a dead man's float but face up just relaxing in the water, eyes closed. My dad thought he would be funny, and whisper shark in my ear to make me think he was screaming it, adn I drifted out far. Next week when we were home all those shark attacks happened.

 

[FarBeyondDriven]

The worse was laying in on a hospital bed with a 108 temp, heart attack, comatosed. Suppose to of died or been severly brain damaged according to the medical profession. Well, at least I ain't dead.

Rolled a van with a bunch of stoner friends once. Had a head on collision with a concrete truck, only doing about 35 miles an hour. Wrecked a motorcycle, someone pulled out in front of me, and flew 30 feet, landing on my head, thank god cause it is hard. Had a couple guns pulled on me in my previous lifestyle. Got caught after stealing 4 pounds of weed when I was 16. Now that I think about it I have been pretty damn blessed.

 

[satanic goatslayer]

Shot three times in the back when I was seven.

My chemical spill pales in comparison to that.

 

[musclebrains]

What was the near death experience like?

The usual crytpo-relgious, go-into-the-light, your-granny's-waiting thing. It was incredibly blissful. The thing that "saved" my life was my evil tongue. I had left my body and was watching them try to resuscitate me. My mother was in the room hysterical. Meanwhile, I was also tripping with the dead, being lead off who-knows-where. It crossed my mind that if I traveled any further I wouldn't be able to come back. Then I heard my mother say something that annoyed me so much I wanted to make a sarcastic reply -- but I knew I'd have to return to my body to do it. Sarcasm being irresistible, I "came back" to make the nasty remark. I most remember the terrible pain I felt "rejoining" my body as I gasped for breath to insult my mother.

I've never decided what to make of that experience. Ironically, years later, Raymond Moody, the psychiatrist who wrote the book on NDEs ("Life after Life"), became my professor. He thinks they are genuine encounters with spiritual realms, but I recall some research a few years back that demonstrated an NDE can be initiated by stimulating a certain part of the brain during surgery.

During the worst years of the AIDS epidemic I sat with many people -- probably a hundred or more -- while they died and there was pretty remarkable consistency to what they reported.

 

[vinylgroover]

I guess i've come closest because i actually died.

I passed away in 1937. My name was Charlie Forrest and apparently i lived in Brooklyn, New York.

Re-incarnation feels strange.