People who were clinically dead, what was it like? 

Personally, I like the idea of feeling peaceful in death. Like, I won't feel fear as I die, but comfort instead. I wont miss anyone and I wont feel sad for my loved ones.

Why in the hell would you wait for EMS to give an EpiPen? The pen is what you're supposed to use WHILE waiting for EMS.

Honestly the idea that I might feel at peace when I die makes it much less scary

Ok that epi pen story is absolutely insane. When I was in third grade we were going on an outdoor field trip and the teacher fully sat us down and gave all of us the epi pen talk on the extremely tiny chance that the one girl with a peanut allergy would somehow encounter something that would set her off. As EIGHT YEAR OLDS we were told in no uncertain terms that if she starts choking for no reason, no person runs for an adult and the rest raid her pockets for the one she has on her and we stab her in the butt as hard as we can. Obviously we never had to do this but they put the fear of GOD in us, no one was messing around. This was more than 20 years ago and I still remember that talk VIVIDLY. I was 8.

Story five: those nurses need to be fired and charged. That is criminal negligence.

I met the father of one of my students, a big tough Marine and who casually mentioned how he'd been dead during heart surgery. He saw his own body from above, heard what the doctors and nurses were saying, then boom, it's all peace and serenity. I said, "So .... was it very bright white there?" He said, "Oh, I can't even tell you how bright it was." He's not the only person who's told me of such an experience, but that one stands out. I OD'd on Percocet once and may have crossed briefly myself before the narcan, seeing my late uncle, who looked utterly shocked, as if I weren't supposed to be there. Boom, back to earth.

My brother almost drowned when my grandmother wasn’t watching him in the pool. He was four. He had no life vest, and swam to the deep end. He was out for probably two minutes. I saw it all go down on top of the slide. I rushed down and he was on the floor, lifeguards trying to resuscitate him. I don’t know what he saw, or if he even remembers, but I remember. I remember the screaming. But I more remember who saved him. The reason he was seen and brought back to land? My cousin. Every day I thank her for yelling to my family and alerting them.

Story 48: I recognised the lampshade story less than a minute in. One of the most heartwrenching reddit stories of all times.

I can relate in some ways to Story 6. My grandmother passed away three years ago after years of pain and suffering. By the end of her life, she was immobile and bed-bound, could barely see or hear or talk. She would ask my mum, "Everyone else I know is dying. When will it be my turn?" She passed on in her sleep. Back then, I hoped that wherever she was, at least she was no longer in pain, and hearing these stories reassures me of that.

My mom was murdered December 28th 2013. A few years ago, I was laying down to go to bed but this night as I drifted off, something was off. I felt incredibly heavy and my eyes just closed rather than it being me dozing off. I almost immediately started this dream like vision where I was still in my bedroom, but instead of darkness coming through the curtains it was this warm, vivid, bright daylight. I've fought a lot in my life, and I've suffered a fair deal of work, vehicular, hiking, injuries so I'm almost always in some level of pain. Broken almost every bone in my body besides my spine or my neck but in this state I didn't feel any pain at all. I felt light and unburdened. I walked out into the hallway and down into the living room and when I rounded the corner, my mom, and a few of my family members that I didn't recognize were sitting on a couch watching the old box television we used to have. The living room was configured in an unfamiliar way to me, with furniture I'd never seen before and there was a window leading Into the kitchen beyond a small bar like bench. When my mom seen me, she scooted over and patted the cushion for me to sit down next to her and watch TV. We watched demolition man in its whole entirety as that is one of my favorite movies before one of the other family members changed the channel onto gunsmoke, a favorite of the older folks in my family. It was at about this point where my mom told me that she'd love for me to stay, and that I could if I wanted to, but that I would have to tell everyone bye first. I was really confused because for all intents and purposes it just felt like one of those nights where I'd woken up quick, I didn't even think about my mom being dead or the fact that I hadn't met the other two family members before. She said that I still had a few things left in me to go see and do and that she wouldn't hold it against me if I stayed or left. I recall the room that had the front door in it brighten but I wasnt drawn to it in any capacity, I wanted to stay there but at the same time I for some reason had the idea that had i remained there, I wouldn't have gotten to see my brothers, friends, and other family for a very long time if I did. I reluctantly stood up and walked over to the front door and before turning the knob, I looked back at my late family as they watched the TV. My mom smiled at me and told me not to be sad and that she would see me again very soon. I turned to knob and immediately woke up in my bedroom floor gasping and choking on my own blood. I had started having a massive nosebleed that night in my sleep and dozed off on my back, and the blood went down my throat and got sucked into my lungs. I laid there for I don't know how long choking and drowning on my own blood, it wouldn't be until my grandpa picked the lock to my door and applied resuscitation that I came back. To this day the blood stains are still soaked into my pillow and blanket that I use and won't wash out due to how severe it was, they have faded no doubt but they still exist as a reminder to me. I believe in God but I'm not sternly religious in any aspect, but that place defied even my understanding of Christianity. There were no angels, no concepts of God being in the dream, but if I had to guess that was the closest to heaven I think anyone could get without being there. After everything was said and done with and I spit the rest up and vomited, I went out to my grandma and told her what I saw. I explained the layout of the house and described the two people I saw besides my mom and she couldn't believe it. She went digging through a picture album and pulled out a picture of her dad and her grandpa and those were the two people I saw, not dressed the same but the same people nonetheless. The way the house looked was the way it was set up before it was renovated, which took place 5 years before i was born. To this day I still think about it, and it's hard for me to reason with.

all those stories made me remember a video I saw once. "Sleep is just Death being shy".

I had a near death experience. I was 9 years old. I left my body & saw it from above. God appeared, telling me I could stay or return to life. He then showed me how my death would impact each of my family members. My beloved brother wasn’t going to make it without me. I said yes & woke up back in my body. I woke up in ICU, I’d been in a coma for three days. Severe internal bleeding & injuries. But I got up & walked to the bathroom a minute later. The nurses were stunned to see me walking. I healed incredibly fast. I don’t believe in God, I know God. I have no fear of death now.

The one where she could relay the doctor’s conversation with the nurse is why I’m convinced there’s more to us than just our physical selves

My Ex-Gf told me her experience when she...tried her own life. She said she was in a very off-yellow hospital, and slowly made her way from the lobby into the hall. She eventually reached two doors, and was subsequently sucked into one and dropped into a void. Then she woke up after being revived. Makes me wonder at times. What was on the other side of the opposite door?

Dude, I have severe anxiety with no actual trigger (passive anxiety), so I have had countless panic attacks that came on randomly and out of nowhere. The extreme fear that these are the last moments of your life make me happy that most people feel a sense of peace when they actually die. Panic attacks are traumatizing and I wouldn't wish them on anyone

Being dead isn’t the scary. What everyone doesn’t think about is dying. Dying is what scares us all.

This is a somewhat related story: my brother, a physician, had a patient who was terminally ill and seemed accepting of her immimnent death. Inexplicably, she began to seem agitated, but wouldn’t tell my brother what had changed. He asked this woman’s daughter if she could talk to her mom and try to figure out what was wrong. What was wrong, was that she feared that she would have to rejoin her extremely abusive husband, who had pre-deceased her, in the afterlife. (She had those sorts of beliefs.) Her daughter told her “ Ma, where he’s going he’ll have a pitchfork so far up his ass he won’t be thinking about anything else”. My brother said this comforted the woman and she died peacefully. He was pleased that his patient was calmed, but also thought it was hilarious. BTW this happened so many years ago there’s not a patient confidentiality concern.

My brother died today, and on the way to the hospital to see him I was going to ask this question if he ever got resuscitated. Thank you for this video:’)

4 years ago I had a widow maker heart attack. I coded for 6 minutes. From what I remember it was literally I passed out and then woke up naked and standing up. When I went down there was 2 nurses in the room, when I came to there was a room full of people looking amazed as when they shocked me for the 3rd time they said I came to snd jumped straight off the bed onto my feet. That's my story.

A lot of these stories are like what I experienced when I was on the brink of death. I’m a Type 1 diabetic. In 2018 I was 21 and at the lowest point in my life. I stopped taking care of my diabetes, and in combination with a failed insulin pump that I knew about but didn’t say anything about, I tried to take my own life by letting my blood glucose rise to 1,030 mgdl. I went into a coma, my heart stopped briefly, started again, and then I went into acute renal failure. According to my mom, I was about 5 minutes from being put on life support. What I remember during this time was being in this infinite white void. It was literal nothingness like I have never experienced before. I saw my grandfather who had passed just a few months before. I remember asking him where I was, and he just said “It’s not time, go.” I asked him what he meant and he said “it’s not time yet, go!” The next thing I remember is being pulled from that place and immediately waking up in the hospital and trying to punch a nurse (thankfully I was restrained because I was fighting before I slipped fully into the coma). Thankfully I came out with mostly no permanent damage to my body. I regret doing what I did, but the peace I felt when I was in that void was amazing. Please, if you’re experiencing thoughts of self harm or taking your own life, seek help. It’s not worth it.

To those who are sceptical about post death experiences, that's fine, as nobody can know for certain. However, the energy of our life, the part that animates meat and bone, must go somewhere. Some call it the soul, and view it as a separate entity to the slab of meat of our physical being. I like to think that, as what would be the purpose of the trials and tribulations of having to live in our bodies?

I never flatlined, but my nurses and surgeon did not know if I'd, "ever wake up again," after my small bowel perforated 6 inches wide in my sleep, and I quickly spiraled into septic shock. The experience was so hazy from morphine, I can heavily relate to story 18. I was barely conscious, but I was told that talked to people around me, even if sometimes just gibberish. I told my mom I wasn't going to go anywhere (which I do not recall saying, I was completely gone), and I saw and heard a ghostly figure comforting me- I have no clue who the figure was supposed to be. I knew is that she wasn't real, but it was still comforting nevertheless. I remember hearing my grandma flipping out about "What if she dies!" And my mom calmly telling her "Then I had the best 21 years with my daughter that I could have asked for." Mom thought I was asleep at that point, but I definitely heard her. It was really hard to fight said sleep. I was so tired, partially from the morphine and partially from my organs shutting down. I eventually stopped breathing on my own and was intubated. I heard loud white noise and let myself drift off, all while internally refusing that I'd let something like that take me down. I slept for an entire day after the emergency surgery, and when the nurses asked me to give them a peace sign to check my cognizance, I did just that, and they knew I'd be alright. ✌️ That was two years ago and I cherish life at every moment. I got some of the best quality sleep ever though, I swear, haha! It was profoundly deep, comforting, and refreshing. Something else I recall: a few years ago, my 15 year old cat, named Draco, passed in my arms from stage 4 renal failure. Throughout my hospital stay, when hazy, I would feel something laying between my legs, just like Draco always did when I was laying in my bed at home. I wholly believe he was there with me, watching over me just in case I was ready to cross the rainbow bridge with him and his brother. He was always extremely protective of me.

I love this channel. Really. Very often Reddit story readers present sad or traumatising histories, like it’s some kind of cool plot twist in new series, red by feelingless robot. I’ve always found myself disgusted by this manner. And here, there is always respect and understanding for other peoples stories, even with some comment or reflections from the narrator. Absolutely amazing job.

Hearing these makes me feel a little better about my own experience. At sixteen I got a really sudden case of appendicitis. Despite being rushed to the ER as soon as my symptoms started, and transferred to a surgical center within the hour, the doctors told my mother that with the speed my condition was declining, I probably couldn't get into surgery before my appendix burst. And if that happened, they said to prepare for the worst, because they weren't certain they'd be able to help me. Once I got into surgery, it felt like I'd been suspended in this black abyss. I couldn't see anything. Didn't have any discernible thoughts. But it was pleasant. Warm. Probably the best I've ever felt in my life. Eventually, flashes of memories sparked in my head. Glimpses of times I remember fondly, each of them bright, replaying through my own perspective. Then there was this knowing. Not a thought. Not a voice. Nothing tangible. Just a peaceful reassurance that everything was going to be okay, and I didn't have to worry. All I had to do was rest. Nothing went badly during the surgery, the doctors said. They managed to remove my appendix before it burst somehow (the thing had swelled until they had a hard time distinguishing it from my large intestine). So as far as I know, my heart never stopped or anything like that. The only thing I will say... my sister was there, and she has this infallible sixth sense went someone dies. No one ever has to tell her the bad news. As soon as it happens, she feels it, and she knows. She said she got that feeling while I was in surgery.... Makes me wonder if something happened that the doctors failed mention.

This brings so much comfort and closure. Its quite beautiful. If this is what death is like, than I will embrace death when my time comes.

I have almost drowned by my now ex friend trying to krill me it is very peaceful there isn’t really any memories it was peaceful. I don’t know why but in an instant I sprang back and was furious, the angriest I have ever been. But it’s very peaceful. I don’t know why I came back but I think it was an abundance of adrenaline explaining why I got stupid strong suddenly

i find it cool that some of these are the same (the calm sleep thing) and others of seeing dead ppl

Went into anaphylactic shock when I was about 14. Passed away briefly in the hospital for about 30 seconds. Cold. Black. Dark. The only way I can describe it is like being on the top of a mountain at night and feeling shards of ice graze your skin. Not painful. Relaxing. When I came too my mom was crying in the room. They never made her leave. They let me stay home from school the rest of the week. It was Tuesday. When the school called and started ringing my mother out and she told them what had happened they didn’t say another word about it to her. Edit: it wasn’t scary. It was peace. A peaceful tranquility i haven’t felt since. Imagine being in a sensory deprivation chamber except the water it ice cold and swirling.

I was clinically dead for roughly ten minutes and it was probably the most peaceful I'll ever feel (until next and hopefully last time). For me it was like the first (?) story, black, blank, nothing. Like being asleep without dreaming, just unconcious and unaware. I feel a bit scared talking about it because I'm worried it might bother someone and make them feel uneasy. But death is nothing to fear in my opinion, those who go will be at ease and in peace.

I drowned when I was 4, yes I remember, & i remember earlier than that. I know it isn’t common to remember that early. But yeah, i jumped into a pool yelling I can swim! Before going under. My dad had gone to the bathroom & i was super obedient, so me jumping in the pool… I don’t know why it seemed important to me. I was drowning, breathing water hurts, but then felt a pop & music started. It was like an enormous symphony playing & getting louder & louder. I lost my vision when I saw bubbles around my dad diving in. The music was amazing & it continued to play until I woke up, puking out water as my father pounded on my back trying to get me to breath again. I wasn’t breathing for minutes, though no clue how long. Really don’t fear dying, it was oddly beautiful, but i won’t leave this place until I am forced to. This existence is wondrous & ever changing. I truly believe every minute counts. I don’t want to leave anything behind until it’s my time.

I had a similar experience of peace and blackness. It was a feeling of nothingness and when I woke up I was so confused and angry at everyone and everything. It was scary coming back into consciousness though - my first thought was “where am I going after I die? I can’t die, I haven’t decided where I’m going yet.” Time meant nothing during the experience. It gave me a whole new outlook on life.

my best friend passed away 2 years ago. i could only get halfway through this video. thank you for making it, it made me cry very hard but in a weird way it gives me some peace to know that they may be at peace and it wasn't just...pain. idk how to express this in words. thank you

This is probably the best channel in this genre I’ve seen

Story 2 and 3 quickly summed up my experience to the other side….so peaceful, so difficult to wait until I can go back and stay - this time.

I lost someone in September of last year, more specifically, my dog. I won't go into too many details, but hearing these people's stories... kinda helps make it not so bad. As long as he's happy and I can see him again when it's my turn to go, I can find the will to accept what happened

Convinced from being near people in nursing homes (not a nurse but i worked with food) at one point that people who say they see nothing when they have NDEs are just being told by their body it's not actually time to go. Personally witnessed too many elderly being in pretty good shape for their age, them saying that someone was picking them up, and then they passed shortly after.

Unfortunately I haven’t got any stories for myself since I haven’t passed away yet

My grandma died a year ago, in her sleep, because her heart stopped. And knowing that she must’ve felt at peace makes me not just happy for her, but also less scared of death. I will embrace it once it’s my turn. These stories also reminds me of the “loving reaper” comics because there the Reaper/Death is portrayed as a calm, peaceful fella whose job is to take in souls and guide them when they die. Edit: My grandma used to work at a hospice and she has seen people dying a lot. And when those people were still conscious enough to communicate, they would say things like “look that’s my (dead person they know)”.

I was never clinically dead, but got really close when I nearly bled out when delivering my first (stillborn) child. My blood pressure was almost nonexistent and I literally said my goodbyes to my husband. Can relate to the "peaceful" feeling. There was no anger, no fear, no resistance. Just acceptance.

death was my biggest fear, just you dont know that feeling of nothingness, but now that the majority of these story say that they feel at peace with it then it makes it much better. im still gonna be horrified whenever im gonna feel my conciousness slip away and just me be gone but i will fell better about it now, thank you undersparked, this pretty much made me face my biggest fear. so thank you.

So on the religious aspect. I believe it can affect what happens, but at the same time, I've experienced something while dreaming I can't explain and I'm non-religious. I had a "dream" where I was in an alternate reality. I remember *feeling touch!* It doesn't end there. I talked to that reality's sister, my sister. She figured out that I was not like *her* sister. We compared realities, where the only thing that stayed the same was that she was with her fiance. In that reality, my mom was still alive but was a druggie who abandoned us and didn't care for us. In that universe, both parents had abandoned us to my grandfather and my grandpa was a lot nicer in that one. I told her that in my universe our mom had died, but that she loved us very much, that our grandfather isn't a very nice man, and that she was with her fiance even in my universe. I felt so excited to compare what was different and similar and I felt... Happy. Because in her universe,other than our parents, we had lived good lives.

I’d personally be most chill if I could float around and be a ghost

I almost drowned when I was 7. It was genuinely painless and peaceful. I saw a light I went towards and couldn’t reach, as I kicked harshly but wasn’t moving anywhere, and I could breathe fine despite being underwater. My cousin saved me and I coughed up water painfully. He was sure I would make it because I had sunk straight to the bottom of the pool when I lost hold of the floats I had, but I was kicking.

I got really close via a close accidental drug overdose. I saw black, nothing. But it was the most comfort I’ve ever felt. I wasn’t alone. Idk how I knew but I felt totally connect and loved and my husband who was experiencing this with me, felt the same. I felt him there and there was no speech, but we knew what each other was feeling and kind of what they were thinking. We were connected to each other and something else. I couldn’t see or hear anything. I can’t explain it with words. I’m agnostic. I don’t even pretend to know what or if anything happens when we die. But I hope it’s like that. I also get scared when falling into a deep sleep when I’m super tired. I can’t tell the difference and it’s terrifying just because I have people that absolutely count on me. It’s not scary to experience, just scary to leave people that need you behind. Another thing to remember is when your heart stops just cause we consider that clinically dead you’re not really dead. Your brain survives for a while with the oxygen still stored in the blood so these near death experiences might honestly just be the same as losing consciousness when you get choked out. If there is anything else out there, that could be why nobody sees it or people see it when they go in cardiac arrest. I’m not saying this is what’s happening. I’m just saying something to keep in Mind.

I've had a near death experience and I can definitely say at some point I felt nothing but peace. It was when EMS finally got to me and started taking me away. I could still comprehend everything but it became harder and harder to pay attention to what they were saying. I had been in agonizing pain for almost two hours beforehand and it all stopped abruptly and was finally replaced with nothing but peace

Story of the tilt table test reminded me of my then 15 year old son. Similar symptoms - dizziness and blackouts. When the tilt test was carried out I was told to go get a coffee as it would take about 40 minutes. When I returned it was to discover that my son had blacked out almost as soon as the test started as his heart rate plummeted and the crash cart team had leapt into action. Good news was that the problem was quickly identified (vasovagal-syncope) and taking a travel sickness pill morning and night returned my son's life to normal.

Thank you for this video. It really eases the fear of death knowing that most people experienced peace and no fears and no worries

An old schoolmate (uni) of mine died earlier this year. He had a type of cancer that kills less than 1% of people that get it and he was unlucky. He was taken to a hospice in Eldoret his last days and stated a DNR but doctors wouldn't listen... it took him 3 tries to die. The first time the doctors rescucitated him he pointed out the assist and told him not to do it again and his wife he liked it the other side, the second time a while later he sat up pointed at the asshat and snapped at him to stop it and the final time just long enough and fast enough to slap the asshat's hand and machines away. Some doctors need to listen goddammit.

To the person who got electrocuted, I went through similar. But not to that extreme. I understand the trauma and I’m glad you had a good outcome.

The character voices you talk about at 22:42 were good in my opinion, they didn't take away from the seriousness and it was easy to know who said what. I love how clear your voice is in your videos, it really helps me that there's text for your comments as well since I'm hoh. I do notice the text having minor hiccups sometimes but they're few, far between and easy to ignore. Your comments on stories is why I like listening to these videos instead of just going and reading it all on reddit by myself, they add a lot!

I really like this one. A lot. I have had a recent death of a pet i loved so dearly, who died due to a blockage in his urinal track so he was medically euthanized while he was already dying. I like to believe that even animals get that peaceful and happy feeling that so many people described here, and I hope he was happy and felt only peace. I miss him greatly XD I actually picked this video to take my mind off of other troubles, but it really just made me sob thinking about him 💀

I have had a couple NDE medically growing up. The one I remember the most was when I was T-boned while attempting to make a left turn across a highway (speed limit 75mph). I should have died. I was in a 98 honda civic and was hit by a 2010s SUV and was 5'3" and 110lb soaking wet. I was nervous and prayed for safety right before the turn. In my head, I made ithe turn and kept driving like normal, but everything felt weird. The radio stopped at one point I wasn't sure when, and the longer I kept going straight on that road, the blurrier everything around me felt.I felt like something was off but I wasn't fully aware of what and the more I tried to find what it was the worse the blurriness became. It blurred until everything seemed to become a uniform off-white/pale yellow color until I felt my consciousness "pop" suddenly as if I was teleported to an unfamiliar place laying down surrounded by 4-5 people. The only thing I could think to do was yelling "Where the hell am I?! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE?!” before I suddenly blacked out again. I know now that I in fact, did not make that turn and that blip after was me in the hospital surrounded by nurses and or doctors. The next thing I was consciously aware of was waking up in a hospital room with my dad sitting across from me. I calmly asked what happened. He calmly replied that I was in the hospital after I had a car accident. "Oh... Where are mom and my younger brother?" He replied, "They went downstairs to get food and will be back soon." I replied then to please tell them hi for me but I was really tired now so I was going to go back to sleep. All he did was say that was probably a good idea. To this day, the doctors can't understand why my injuries weren't much, MUCH worse than they were. I like to think it was God or my guardian angel hearing my prayer for protection right before that turn...

I dont remember if i was clinically dead,but im sure i was really close at least,when i was younger,anything between 6 and 9,i was in a beach,my uncle used to rent a bus and take people who paid a certain amount to some beach,almost never the same one tho,he liked variety or anything,anyone could go really as long as they paid or,in a kid's case,went in the lap of someone who paid,we used to have barbecues in the beach,the adults got drunk,just the usual fun,i really loved those by the way,good times,whatev,in one of those trips one of my older cousins and her friends went to a deeper part of the sea,i wanted to go too,but i was neither tall enough to just stand on the dark nor good at swimming,i went in anyway,i was getting close when the water got too deep to me and i sank,i flailed outside a little and fell deep,i saw my vision get blurry,i saw my arms flailing even tho i did no effort to move them(Unrelated but this reminds me of my only memory i had of when i was a baby,my arms flailing,my vision blurry,me crying in the bed and my mother holding me up to her lap and soothing me),i can only think that my lungs filled with water because it all went peaceful,i could hear myself screaming and my arms still flailing,but out of instinct if anything,because i felt peaceful and calm as i drowned,but,luckily,my cousing saw my arms flailing,i was able to hear her screaming my name just as my eyes were closing and the last i remember was she pulling me out of the water,i think i either just dont remember or passed out at this moment,next thing i remember i was already out of the water and safe,drying my self off,i was told that i should stay out of the water and that'd be best,but i ate lunch and went it again because i loved the sea(still do,never had any trauma because of it),but this time i wasnt dumb enough to enter the deep parts of it,overall i think i dont thank my cousin enough for saving me that day,i really think I was a few seconds away from dying

Never clinically dead, but was near passing (OD’d) but I can relate to some of these stories, it was an absolute calmness and lots of colors and then near darkness. A perfect nothing, I couldn’t hear anything or speak and I was losing my sense of thought, but I willed myself back

Had a friend who was in a really bad car accident. When he woke up, they already had him in the morgue with a toe tag. Needless to say, he didn't have a whole lot of faith in doctors after that. He was a character who joined the merchant marines at 14. He worked on ships his entire life. He had managed to get himself into some crazy situations. He spoke multiple languages. His wife told more of what things had happened to him or what he had done than he ever did. He never spoke of his own accomplishments.

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I was never scared of dying, just dying alone. Now I'm not scared whatsoever.

A lot of these storys reminds me what my mom told me about my littlist sister- how she knew all about our great grandpa- who was long dead even before I was born... I didn't even know anything about him nor did really any of my siblings. I've realized something... Most of these storys aren't truly of death- as I have experienced it yet i never died- an out of body experience as a simple observer with lack of feelings and just peace- i miss those days where i didn't have to be present in school to get good grades- in fact be able to even be distant like that... I would watch a kid that was dragged into the "calm down" room punch the walls, sit on the chair, jump on the mini tramp, or do what i did and hide under the bean bags. All while answering math problems in the main room... Though i never could stay watching for long time as i would keep getting bothered by things beinging me back to reality like realizing i was doodling instead of putting numbers

I died during a surgery. I can't say I remember it but the peace people are mentioning makes sense for why I just wanted to stay asleep after I woke up

During this video, I started crying. Out of fear, and out of realization. I want to die. I've tried to many times. But at the same time, I'm so scared. My entire life has been ruined by things out of my control, it is day after day of pain, and as many times as I've wished to stop existing... I also don't want that. I started crying because of how unfair it is, about how unfair it is I'll probably go to nothing. I won't get my second chance, all this suffering out of my control, permanently ruining my life. This is it. This is what I get. I don't get my second chance when I die, I don't get the opportunity to live better, or happier. This is just it. My body is almost always in pain, doctors can't help. Every person I've given my trust to just leaving me with more trauma than before. My own parents making my life a nightmare. Even if it all stopped, right now, right this minute, so much of my life is already ruined. And I'm being forced to accept that. That I'm just going to be nothing, I'm going to die unfulfilled and in pain. I have never been given the opportunity to exist or live. I feel like if I had, I wouldn't be so afraid right now.

My mother died twice (from seizures) and my uncle died once (OD). Both of them talked about it being the most peaceful thing they ever experienced, niether were scared of dying after that. They both passed about 2 weeks apart almost 2 years ago. Love them both and im so happy theyre at peace 💜❤️

I've never died, but some of these descriptions are pretty similar to just passing out from blood pressure Atleast I assume that's what it is, since occasionally I will get up and (probably from vertigo) nearly black out or black out. Since there is no obvious cause, it looks like I'm faking it, but my eyesight literally goes out and I lose all sense of direction and atleast lose my balance and at most completely go unconscious. It's like falling asleep but with the sensation of your leg falling asleep in your entire body and everything going red or black. Your sense of direction goes away and you can only feel where your body is relative to itself or where you are from sight. The buzzing mutes everything else and your entire body feels weak, like you just woke up and fell asleep at the same time, and also just took a run until you couldn't run anymore. You feel exhausted and anxious and then you just.. slump. And sometimes it just goes away, sometimes the effect stays after it passes, and you feel heavy. Or you suddenly feel super light from adrenaline, depending on how much you resist And once you pass out, there is no sensation of time or anything, it's like you fall asleep And it's not quick either, it takes as much as ten seconds before you actually pass out if you do

Honestly i think this video helped me be a bit less afraid of dying. Though im still afraid of the death of others and the void that will leave behind.

Story: My grandma had nearly died when she was young, probably around 11 or 12, all she could remember from when she was clinically dead was her “spirit” or smt being near like the ceiling of the hospital room, she watched her parents and the doctor, though she couldn’t see the doctor’s face from so high up, she then remembers blacking out and waking up in her own body

my dad got a heart attack near 2 a.m., and we rushed to the hospital and they were doing like those electric stuff thingies on him to wake him up idk what its called but he said it felt like a good afternoon dream and he was kinda like asking himself why are they trying to wake me up

This video is making me much less scared of death, honestly, thanks for this video.

My heart was forcibly stopped during an operation by surgeons when I was a baby so they could support it with a machine before restarting my heart, for reasons of I had wrongly connected arteries/veins meaning no oxygenated blood was reaching my body. I was clinically dead for under a minute, and of course I can't remember the experience I was only a couple months old when the surgery happened. I owe my entire life to these doctors.

Great job on 90k subs.

12:42 ive had sorta the same thought on death as well; its just purely on what you believe. For example, say there are three people about to die, one Christian, one Buddhist, and an atheist, right, and whenever they die, they go into the afterlife that they truly believed in. So the christian goes to heaven or hell and jesus n all that, the buddhist goes into nirvana or reincarnates n all that, and the atheist fades into blackness or turns into a ghost or whatever they think is after life. No right or wrong religions or beliefs, just whatever you as a sole human person believe in and want. idk, just a thought of mine

When I was 7 I got lifted up by my neck and I did feel something I had never felt before and I actually wanted to go because of how nice it felt. What I was feeling was this feeling of me like floating in the warm water which was all around my body and I started hearing some kind of music in the distance which gave me this feeling of peace and I wanted to hear it further. Also I do remember everything going dark and not sure if this part happened but I might have seen some light and that was from where the music was coming from. I don't know how to explain it but it was like a choir, a big one in the distance singing something and then I was back being held by the neck and dude just let me go. Supposedly I got very blue from what my classmates told me. Two things happened that day. I lost my faith in teachers helping because they were right there and saw everything(it happened in the hallway which was filled with people) and I got kind of excited about the idea of me dying.

this was oddly reassuring i’m glad there’s a good chance it will be peaceful

Not seeing the dr for three days after your appendix burst? Try a week. They couldnt figure out what was wrong with me because "it couldnt be your appendix, you wouldnt be able to be standing here talking to us." Hours of testing and ultrasounds and etc later and they threw me on a gurney and immediately into surgery for my ruptured appendix - and the only reason i lived was because i had been sick so long with appendicitis ( 2 1/2 months) that my body built a wall around it so when it exploded the poison was sealed off in this one space instead of killing me. Had a tube draining it out of my side for a couple months even after the surgery. Im assuming it wouldnt take as long to diagnose now as 30 some odd years ago. As an experience i dont recommend it.

You should check out Jimmy Akin's Mysterious World. He has a couple of podcasts on near death experiences. Pretty interesting.

got a story of my own for this. about a year ago, i woke up one morning and literally couldnt stand up. my legs would buckle out from under me within 2 seconds of trying to stand up. obviously something was wrong and i was taken to the ER, where we discovered that my heart was beating irregularly. their solution was to put the shock pads on me to tryi and give my heart the jolt it needed to fix it, instead, they lost me for about 5 -10 minutes, forcing them to do cpr. i dont remember a thing after they had told me what they were going to do, and woke up 5 days later in the ICU with a breathing tube down my throat. when i was told what happend to me that was one of the scariest experiences of my life

Oh man, I think I had 2 NDEs within a few seconds of each other near the beginning of the month. I had been sent from my GP to the hospital on suspected appendicitis. I spent about 5 hours in A&E that evening before being admitted for 2 days. While I was in A&E, I felt a sharp pain in my side and couldn't walk, so I ended up waiting in a wheelchair for a bit. The pain ended up being so bad they gave me morphine, but I could still feel it. The pain got so bad I blacked out and saw this blue-white light with a grate on it (similar to an old car's headlights) rushing towards me at high speeds. However, right before it would collide with me, I'd jerk awake in my chair. The black void was like experiencing nothing. Nothing but that light. This happened I think once or twice more, I'm not sure I was very delirious during it all, but each time, right before the light would make contact, I would jerk awake again. Never thought it might've been an NDE until I watched this and heard some stories reminiscent of my experience.

My dad claims that he died, I'm not sure if he was clinically dead but this is what he saw (ps there is probably some details that I am leaving out, and this is from my understanding of what he told me) so first with some backstory, he was drinking a large bottle of whiskey and in his drunken stupor he stumbled backwards and hit his head (on the ground or a rock) and he was semi- religious he was like one of those guys raised to believe in God but science just kinda disproved it. So anyway this is what he saw when he claims to have been dead: gods Disciples (I think he said there was 4 of them) and they were communicating but it wasn't with words or in any language, they just understood each other and they were essentially saying "it's not your time yet" and I'm pretty sure my dad was trying to argue that he was ready to die and to let him in to the gates of heaven (I think) anyway they refused and my dad described these Disciples and God himself as these glowing orbs of pure white light and they didn't communicate through any language they just understood each other. And like in this thread my dad felt pure bliss, he was ready to leave me, my sister, and our family behind because he felt pure bliss (my dad is severely depressed and is a functioning alcoholic and he refuses to acknowledge either) so I think all of the pain he was feeling both mentally and physically just went away and he was ready to die. So when he came out of his coma (I think it was medically induced) he was raging, fighting everyone in sight, and with his traumatic brain injury, he was winning and the doctors and nurses had to strap him down, and his visions could have just been a drug trip from the coma! So yeah that is my dad's story (I probably did leave some things out) but thanks for reading!

I haven’t died. But have done DMT and it sounds similar to a lot of these stories. Peaceful. Weird. But beautiful. Overwhelming but not scary at all

It was a weird experience for me. My experience was similar to the first ones. Just black nothingness. Couldn't feel anything. Though could only hear what was around me. Just heard my father. When I was resuscitated, my dad was next to me crying calling my name. He said my eyes were all glossy and my body stiff. Honesty it wasn't scary for me. It was peaceful, just hurt a lot when i came back since I hit my head when I went down.

Today would have been my mam’s birthday but she passed when I was 14. This is oddly comforting knowing that she is/ was peaceful

These peaceful stories remind me of my brother being killed he came to me in a dream saying,"I don't want to be there anymore". His life was stressful when he was killed ✨💫

I have fainting spells. The first time it happened it was Christmas morning and I was hugging my dad. All I remember thinking as he was panicking and carefully placing me down on the floor was "Damn.. this is very cringe. How will I explain this?". Tbh kinda funny how fainting being cringe was my only thought

I've had intense vivid dreams that were like NDEs. I also experienced my dying Mom's NDE 3 weeks before she died. The first was beautifu and about the heavenly cityl and the second was so sad and tragic. It was like I was in my Mom's body as she astral projected to her church at night to cry at the altar. Then she laid down and I rose out of what I thought was my own dead body into blackness...and then I woke up. The worst was that Alan Parsons Project song Time was playing throughout. The heaven dream what I thought was God's voice told me "child, don't look back" when I slammed into an invisible wall twice trying to run towards it. Above it were flying multicolored stars and beautiful singing coming from it.

“Dying just make me mad!” -The Heavy

To your comment on Story 2.. I kinda feel the same. The scariest dream I had was in some kind of liminal space, endlessly high concrete cylinders all next to eachother, like a bit over 5m in diameter, with metals pipes running through them and filled with water. I was swimming in one when it started to collapse, I climbed up a pipe and jumped from one cylinder to the next, all starting to collapse under my feet until I reached a stable one and jumped inside, but it was empty so I fell and screamed.. until I stopped, once I realized I was going to die. Then I woke up. The feeling in that moment was scary and similar to what I imagine this bliss to be. I knew I was dreaming, but the feeling felt real

The idea that having either an afterlife with bliss or just peaceful oblivion without any suffering eases my worries.

I've had a few of my own NDE's, and I can say that I was sceptical for a long time, but the more NDE's I have experienced, the more I know it to be true, what comes ater, and there are reasons for each of the types of NDEs. They are to help prepare us,/help us find our path. The last type, where you learn so much, and retain some of the information, it is because we have been "uploaded to the collective" and by coming back, we can take what we learn and lead a better, life. Part of me is afraid that I won't have that much longer left, but I'm continuing my path until it is my time. There is some choice in the matter, but what will be, will be. It feels like there is only so much I'm allowed to say, and I have to respect that. Humanity isn't doomed so much as needing to continue to evolve and make the best choices we can with the information and capacity we have at the time. I'm not so much scared of death, as much as leaving those I love and feeling like I may not not get to finish all the things I get started, but I know that when I die, I'll be able to see my loved ones and watch over them, and that my work will be continued, as it is not just my work, it's a collaborative effort, it's all our work. This includes revitalising the earth, possibly terraforming new places, and continuing the work of the entire universe and beyond. If you have reached that type of NDE, you'll know all I have said to be true.

First seizure I had caused me to be dead in the ambulance for 5 minutes, but I came back. I don't remember of what happened when I was pronounced dead, nor before my seizure. I woke up in the hospital bed. I was around 11. I have made the joke that death didn't want me taking his job yet. XD

This is giving me anxiety 😢

overdosed on fentanyl at 16. died for three minutes. i dont remember much but all i can say is it felt peaceful. it wasnt dark it was just nothingness. made me rethink life and how i want to live. 1/10 would not recommend drugs

You guys should look into what happens in our brains when we die. It's incredibly fascinating. So many chemical reactions. I would liken the peaceful feeling to the feeling of adrenaline that people get when they experience a chatastrophic event. Many people say a sense of calm comes over them due to that rush of adrenaline in that moment. Just thinking about how everything we experience is a chemical reaction inside of ourselves is amazing. Idk it's a niche interest of mine lol

i imagine that dying peacefully would feel like going to sleep after being awake for an ungodly amount of time because you lay there comfortable with nothing to think about as your brain 'shuts down' and then you forget everything then you just wake up the idea of pure comfort is aching, worrying, scary... i feel like if it happened to me, i would get sucked into addiction

A family friend was pronounced dead for 8 minutes. He said it was nothing but black silence. No god no relitives no satan heaven or hell. Just black.

My stepdad OD'd when he was around my age (25) he said it was Peaceful and wasn't afraid of dying. He was clinically dead, heart wasn't beating, nothing. He's now 56 I think, he has cancer, but he's fighting it with all he has. Still goes on little family trips with my mom and my niece every week or so since he's out of work due to his medical issue, that and northern Ontario doesn't have many job opportunities in his class..but hopefully the payout my mom and I are getting this year (hopefully) from treaty, should help them get along. But I plan on getting a job as soon as I land there if my city in the north gets evacuated again due to wildfires.

To me, it felt like a warm bath. There was no pain, no more suffering. It was calm and dark. I was kind of mad when I was revived and had to deal with the price that came with reviving me.

Not clinically dead, but near death experiences 4x, pretty sure this is standard for ex military people, it was the shear emptiness

I've never actually died, but sometimes imagining myself dying helps me fall asleep...

NDEs are fascinating to hear about. Been watching a bunch of videos about them recently. One talked about a study where they found children under 5 would describe very similar experiences to what adults were having despite not being knowledgeable about a lot of belief systems, if any. Another video I watched discussed the similarities and differences between NDEs and high dose psychedelic experiences. Very intriguing stuff!

I was severely neglected when i was young. But i remember one time i got really, really sick and I'm sure was a high and dangerous fever. But instead of taking me to the hospital or giving me medicine, i was told to just go lay down and sleep it off. But i remember being in bed and floating to the ceiling and being pulled back down again over and over again. I remember how swollen my hands felt. Pretty sure my brain was being cooked. But i don't remember anything after that.

to be honest my beliefs is that whatever you believe happens when you die, will happen to you. that there is no punishment for you actions but only consequence, that death is a place for relaxation getting away from the stresses of your life. I've never been afraid of death, the only thing that i have been scared of around it is that things just go all black, for eternity... eternity is what scares me... not death

i have a friend who had to be resuscitated and said it was all black, nothingness, no sound or visuals, but still totally peaceful. No fear or pain.