Not long ago, a DJ on the radio brought up the spine-chilling topic of near-death experiences. The discussion really sank deep with me, because just that week, a family acquaintance’s life had been tragically cut short in a road accident, and so death was already kind-of on my mind.
It was a fascinating radio show to listen to, with people calling in and sharing their own personal experiences. Although each person experienced leaving their bodies in unique ways, there were some common threads that strung the stories together into an eery tapestry of the afterlife. Some of these commonalities were:
- I saw my Dad / Mom / someone I love, and they were dressed like…
- Someone spoke to me and said, “I’m not ready for you, son.”
- I saw my body lying there and I understood what was happening, but I felt incredible peace. I didn’t feel any fear at all.
- I was surrounded by a warm feeling and sensed a presence of peace and love.
- I didn’t want to come back.
Now, I’m not here to write about ghosts and lights and pearly gates. On the contrary, I’ve been thinking a lot about what happens here on earth in those final, fleeting moments before being called home.
I can’t help but wonder if the final encore that a person performs on earth is tragically their most powerful one. You hear it from people who narrowly escape death: they realised in that moment what was important all along. Read more