What happens to us after we die? It’s an issue that has exercised humanity’s finest minds since those humans have been around to have them – and has been recently the topic of quite a few groundbreaking scientific studies.
Now, a web based forum has posed the query specifically to those that have been clinically dead after which revived, and has received a whole bunch of responses.
Though the veracity of the answers needs to be taken with a small pinch of salt, the answers from what essentially amounts to a big survey on the topic may be broken down into three categories.
There are those that felt nothing in any respect; those that had an experience of sunshine and a few interaction with one other person/being; and people who felt they may watch what was happening while they were “dead” without with the ability to do anything.
The primary group corresponds closely with the answers of a single Redditor who officially died twice and recently invited questions on the subject from other users.
The latter group, meanwhile, appears to agree with the work of Dr Sam Parnia, who sought out cardiac arrest patients and located that just about 40 per cent described having some type of “awareness” at a time after they were clinically dead.
Here’s a taster of a few of the Reddit users’ responses – which don’t appear to have produced a consensus on the subject just yet:
“I used to be getting an angiogram done, wide awake watching the screen and talking to the doctor. Alarms began to go off and everybody became panicked. My world became soft and foggy and every part faded to black. Next thing I remember was opening my eyes and hearing a Dr say “we got him back”. It was really a peaceful feeling greater than anything.”
“I collapsed during a category presentation someday. All respiration and blood circulation stopped. I felt as if I used to be plummeting down an infinite hole while my peers cried for help. I used to be revived and still don’t have any memory of the little little bit of time before and after my death.”
“Overdosed on heroin, EMTs said my heart stopped. Didn’t see anything, identical to sleeping with no dreams.”
“I collapsed at a piece meeting in February 2014 and had no pulse or cardiac rhythm for about five minutes. My last memory was from about an hour prior to the incident, and my next memory was from two days later, after I emerged from a medically-induced coma.”
“I flatlined for around 40 seconds. It was like falling asleep without dreaming, no sense of self.”
“Pure, perfect, uninterrupted sleep, no dreams.”
“I do remember a bit of little bit of the ambulance ride, but not from my very own body. It was seriously the strangest thing I actually have ever experienced. It might have been a dream, but I saw my very own unconscious body, completely flatlined, within the ambulance. I remember the EMT who was within the ambulance with me (whom I didn’t see before I passed out) had mint green hair and I could not remember his name, but I asked for him after I regained consciousness about three days later.”
“I used to be standing in front of an enormous wall of sunshine. It stretched up, down, left and right so far as I could see. Form of like putting your eyes 6″ from a fluorescent lightbulb. The subsequent memory I actually have is waking up within the hospital.”
“I used to be standing somewhere. There was a fog throughout me, and I saw my best friend (who on the time I’d been fighting with and he’d stopped talking to me) come out of the mist. He told me that I could not go yet, that I actually have to maintain trying, and if I promised not to provide up, he’d see me back on Earth. I wordlessly agreed, and I used to be immediately pushed (into?) my body.”
“I see a vivid “flashback” of myself within the ambulance being taken to the hospital and I’m stood within the ambulance looking down on myself / others within the ambulance.”
“After I coded, I do not remember a sensation of floating, but I used to be in a position to recall things intimately that happened while I used to be ‘dead’ on the opposite side of the room. No white lights, no dead relatives, no one telling me to return, but I used to be definitely in a position to see things that were under no circumstances visible from where my body was. I remember speaking and being offended because no one would answer me. My mother told me ‘you didn’t say anything, you were dead’.”
“I saw nothingness. Black, long empty, but I had a sense like every part was great and nothing was fallacious in any respect. Imagine how preexistence felt, much similar to post existence.”
[This article was originally published in October 2015]