Well, it’s rather off-topic, but I’ll tell you (Lekatt) my reactions to the NDE writeup to which you linked.
I was disappointed that this person’s “NDE” did not take place in any instance where her supposed death could be verified, such as an operating table or the scene of an accident. Since, after all, that’s where NDE’s actually take place, so far as I understand it - when the person is actually, really, dying. (To her credit she does have a chronic illness, however it seems more painful than fatal.) To me is sounds like she sunk to the depths of depression and then started doing funny things with, and to, her mind. Perhaps she managed to trigger a soft-reboot on her brain, and entered a limited dream-state? Stranger things have happened.
It’s interesting to note that her NDE does not sound similar to what I had understood the ‘prototypical NDE’ to be like. There was no tunnel, no meeting dead relatives. Simply some sensations of movement (much like I’ve done to myself at times when half-asleep; I like making my bed ‘rock’; I’ve gotten it to slide and swing up over 90 degrees in each direction - severe rocking indeed! The room before my half-closed eyes never moved, of course), some amorphous images that coincidentally identified with her ingrained concepts of deity, and some powerful emotional sensations. Spiffy, I suppose, but hardly consistent with the stereotype. One supposes maybe there’s lots of different afterlives for various different people.
I’m surprised she didn’t kill herself immediately after the vision. God helps those who help themselves they say…and she did say she’d lost her fear of death. Not that I think she should have offed herself…but I sure as hell would have if I had both chronic pain and also absolute certainty in such a happy afterlife. I guess old habits of fearing the Great Heavenly Punisher are hard to break though.
…and then it turns into a magic happy esp story. Um. In retrospect it’s interesting to note that she remarked that some objects have sparkles…must be some bored angels out there. I note also that these angels don’t appear to ever actually do anything, except mug for passing sensitives. Though one supposes she perhaps she just hadn’t got around to seeing or mentioning cases where the angels supernaturally ward their charges from danger.
And she’s suddenly able to communicate telepathically with these spirits. Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar I suppose…
Now, to be entirely fair, she could be one hundred percent correct about everything; she could have actually died, gone to heaven, and felt the loving aura of God that he so lovingly protects us from experiencing in daily life, and then come back to life; and she might now actually in fact have mysteriously gained the ability to see and communicate with omnipresent ineffectual guardian angels. Of course if this is truly the case I should obviously kill myself and as many other people as possible, so as to be able to spread the joy of this heavenly other world to all. But somehow that doesn’t seem like a good idea. Probably because there’s a possibility that she’s merely kicked open the doors to her subconscious and now it’s happily feeding her fanciful sparkling images (and crafting them into the shape of people on request; I note that she’s the one who decides in which form these angels appear to her). If it’s a head trip, it sounds like a really fun head trip, by the way.
She also sounds like an obvious candidate to verify the existence of the supernatural right now. She can see these spirit things through walls, right? “From within cars, unfettered by physical barriers, I could see the glow and form of Beings around the occupants.” And she can tell the per-person spirits of different people apart by their looks, right? So put her in a room, and have different people walk by outside the (opaque) walls of the room. If she can tell where people are and when it’s the same person over again (by looking at and recognizing their per-person spirit) with high or perfect reliability (which, from her description, would seem to be a reasonable expectation) then she could prove her unique new insight for all the world, even scientists, to see.
Of course, she might not want to become a lab rat, even for the promise of a cool million (care of Randi, of course). And of course if the sparkles and spirits are the by product of a rogue imagination, then the last thing she’s going to want to do is prove that to herself. (Though she could probably just convince herself that the evil scientists scared away the spirits or something.) Hard to say, because lecture circuit or not, I doubt she’ll ever subject herself up for scientific testing. I wouldn’t if I were her, anyway. It’d be more fun to carry on tripping the light fantastic, without risking popping the bubble with the harsh needle of reality. (Just in case it’s not, you know, real.)
Say, do you see pretty sparklies? I seem to vaguely recall you did the same lie-down have-NDE get-up this woman did. (Perhaps that’s why you describe it as “typical”.) Does that mean you got the same mysterious powers? Sweet!
(Though if you do have such powers, I don’t want you ‘reading’ me. (Presumably the internet and possibly hundreds of miles are no impediment to such vision.) The thought of some invisible angel spirit stalking me and playing voyeur gives me the creeps. I mean, I take showers and stuff.)
Oh, and sorry if you feel I’ve been/am being inadequately respectful of your religion or whatever, if you happened to end up feeling that way. But then I never tiptoe around anybody’s religion, so at least I’m fair.