Hi there. Here’s my take on NDE.
Now, I’ve had two NDE’s in my life. I’ve also been CLINICALLY dead for 48 minutes due to electrocution.
Here’s what I “saw:” My vision was filled with a ‘brilliant’ silvery flash at the point of ‘death’ in one of my NDE’s, which occurred from drowning, caused by a large Drill Instructor standing on my back in a foot and a half of water. A doctor related to me that this is what happens when a body is subjected to severe traumatic pain. The optical nerves are responding to the flooding of the body with various chemicals each persons’ body produces in response to severe pain. It’s like getting punched in the nose: the first thing you see is a bright flash…followed by ‘spots.’
There was no tunnel. No bright light. In fact, my sight was functioning. So was my hearing. These two things would carry over to the second NDE and my electrocution.
There were several ‘hallucinations,’ which as was explained to me, again, is a natural function of the body’s cessation of production of the chemicals which maintain the separation of our conscious and subconscious minds…which we all experience every night when we dream. However, since most NDE only last a few minutes, we don’t get the full affect as in a dream.
Also, when people awake from NDE’s, they are very susceptible to suggestion. When people ask “Did you see a bright light?” …their brains remember the chemical flash. “Yes!” they say. And they make up the rest from their suggestible brain each time they’re asked another question, plus, they’re responding to what they’ve heard about hundreds, if not thousands of times from other NDE experiences.
The second drowning was me being stupid solo-diving the limestone caves in King’s Head springs, in Crystal River, FL.
This one was different, because I knew I was going to drown and had prepared myself for the eventuality. There was no trauma, hence, no bright light. Luckily for me, a SCUBA class was standing on the edge of the 78’ precipice that leads down to the caves, getting ready to practice their ‘free ascents,’ a requirement for getting your SCUBA license. The instructor and a couple students dove in, seeing my body floating slowly downwards (I made it to within approximately 10 yards of the surface). I was rescued, they jumped up and down on me a few times and all was well.
No tunnel. No bright light. No relatives.
Electrocution happened when I was 16. Dead of winter. 3-4’ of snow on the ground. I was changing spot lights around our stable, wearing nearly nothing (I’m tough that way), using a metal ladder on a wet metal wall, reaching up to knock off what I thought was a piece of ice in a broken spot socket. It was not. ZAP.
This was a 440-volt commercial line. The electricity arced from my left big toe. I have a ‘hole’ in that toe nail that will not heal. I ripped the toe nail off once just to see (I was a young Marine). It grew back, but with the ‘hole.’
I fell almost straight down, my leg caught in the ladder, dropping half in and out of a drainage ditch full of ‘water,’ made up of melted snow and horse urine. I was covered from the fifth rib on my left side (facing up) to full immersion on my right. My head was under this slush.
Of course, the breakers blew in the barn, so we have a good timeline for how long I was a croaker. I was discovered by the family German Shepherd as my youngest sister and it came across the open fields between our home and the stables. The dog wouldn’t come when she called because he was investigating the ‘crispy critter’ he’d found.
When she found me she screamed. I know because the last thing to go was my hearing. It took me a while to figure out I was dead. There was definitely the ‘white light.’ Then that faded to sort of grayed out sight. Some light was penetrating the slush. I couldn’t actually make anything out. Sometime in all this my eyes shut down, as I guess the body was trying to conserve what little energy was left.
When everyone came running out of the barns, I could hear, faintly, the commotion that was transpiring. Before that, I’d had quite an experience with memories as my sub- and conscious mind got together. One of my favorite pictures was one of my new Father holding me as a week-old infant. I don’t remember that, of course, but I got a full-blown ‘memory picture’ of it from my baby’s eyes. Rather blurry, but I knew that was when the picture was taken. The rest of it was a jumble of memories and fragments all vying for attention.
Then, a slow fade to gray…then black. Then pain, as the emergency responders hopped up and down on me, zapped me a couple times, hit me with an adrenaline shot straight to the heart and zapped and jumped up and down on me a few more times. They got a pulse, things started back up in my body, and then I was transported to the hospital. I regained consciousness (opened my eyes) about 14 hours later.
I was told that a friend, an RN, saved me, by stopping people from pulling me out of the sub-freezing slush, which had kept my brain super-cooled, stopping the evacuation of oxygen which normally happens and stopped my brain from swelling into the skull, which we all know what happens then.
I was already hugely non-religious, having been tossed out of church with an angry call to my mother from the pastor saying “Come get your Demon-child!”
They couldn’t answer the questions about religion I’d forwarded…questions from a 10-year old boy. So I realized the idiocy of religion early on and was not influenced by it socially.
So when they asked me if I saw the usual BS people say they’ve seen during NDE’s, I was able to tell them they were idiots.
Anyways, if there is a soul, you have to be dead for longer than 48 minutes for it to leave. Either that, or Satan is inhabiting my body. 
