Wendy Z's Shared Death Experience - Just NDEs Episode 1

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Episode 1:
Wendy Z’s Shared Death Experience

Source:
nderf.org

Set and Setting:
August 20, 2007

Event Description:
My maternal grandfather was fighting in WWII. He was hit by a train and sustained a head injury. His doctors claimed this injury is what caused his brain tumor some 60 years later. It was an inoperable brain tumor, so he started radiation therapy.

My grandfather was always working on or repairing something in the workshop or shed. I was one of his seven grandchildren and one of two of his female grandchildren. There was at least one or more grandson helping him. Being a girl, I didn't really care to be working on dirty machinery. So, we didn't spend a lot of time together and were not particularly close. But family, in general, was very important to him.

His radiation therapy appointments became a little taxing on our family. My grandmother never drove and his children and grandchildren worked during the day. All except me. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time, with my children in school for the better part of the day. I volunteered to help get him back and forth to his doctor appointments. It was during these trips that he and I got to know each other a little better. He would tell me jokes during the car rides. This went on for months.

At some point, we were made aware that the radiation wasn't helping shrink the brain tumor. There were more aggressive, experimental treatments available but my grandfather was done. He declined the treatment and settled on hospice care. Early on in hospice care, there were still emergency room visits to help maintain his condition and keep him as comfortable as possible. During one of these visits, my aunt mentioned his care becoming 'too much' and she wanted to look into a hospice facility instead of hospice at-home care. My cousin and I adamantly rejected this suggestion; and we both volunteered to take over his daily care. I believe this is why I was included in his death experience.

Another aunt and I ended up providing most of his care at my aunt and uncle's house. I live 30 minutes away from her. I was there every day for weeks. His death was clearly coming as all the signs the hospice nurses talk about were present. I decided I was going to spend the night. I phoned my husband to make arrangements for our children so I could stay. That evening the rest of the family headed home. I was standing on the front porch waving goodbye to my mother when I noticed the full moon and one single cloud in the night sky.

I don't know why this caught my attention, but while standing there I heard a very strong voice come from inside of me telling me to go home for the night. I argued with the voice, with my reasons for wanting to stay. More firmly, the voice told me to go home. So I do. I explain to my aunt that I've changed my mind and I'm going home. She seemed confused, but hugged me goodbye.

It was already late when I decided to leave. As soon as I got home, I showered and got ready for bed. It was a long, taxing day and I was exhausted. I fell asleep fast.

The next thing I know, I'm back at my aunt and uncle's house, standing on the front porch and staring at the single cloud in the night sky. My grandfather is next to me. I can't see him, as much as I feel him. I feel both of us get sucked into a tunnel along with my grandfather's guide in front of us. I sense him as male, although I see him as light. I can see 360 degrees around me. I can even 'look down' at me and grandfather. In the blink of an eye, we are moving at what I can only guess is the speed of light. The guide first, with my grandfather and I, side by side right behind him. We are moving incredibly fast and the tunnel is long and winding. You can liken the tunnel to being on a super-fast, winding rollercoaster. The tunnel is very, very long. At each turn, I think we will be at our destination, but we keep going. I remember feeling like a small child thinking, 'Are we there yet?' I can see the universe outside the tunnel walls and the stars look like streaks. It looked very much like warp speed is shown on 'Star Wars.' As I watch, I know what I'm seeing and that seems completely normal to me. I did not feel like I was somewhere I shouldn't be. I didn't think I had died. Everything that was happening and seeing was completely normal to me. But I was curious what was next.

After what felt like a long ride in a short amount of time, we came to an abrupt stop. We are still in the tunnel and I realize that I can no longer join them. I can't cross this point. I don't see a door, but I feel the tunnel ahead of us opens. My grandfather goes first, his guide goes next, and I feel the tunnel close. I'm suddenly very aware of how lonely and cold I am. I hadn't noticed the warm, comfortable light coming from my grandfather's guide until it was gone. A ringing phone draws me back into my body as I wake up feeling a buzzing sensation. I answer the phone, it's my mother calling me to let me know that grandfather had passed. I said, 'I know.'

I've always had premonitions in real life and in dreams, so this experience didn't seem strange to me. Although, I wasn't sure why I had it. I didn't know it was a shared death experience. Several months after this experience on a Sunday morning, that same voice told me to make dinner and take it over to my parents' house that evening. Again, I tried to argue with the voice. It insisted that I must make dinner and take it to my parents' house with my husband and children. I called my mother to confirm the plans. I did as I was told and took dinner and a cake to my parents' house. We all had a nice dinner and visit. We left around 9:00 p.m. and went home to put our children to bed. I received a phone call around two in the morning that my step-dad had been taken to the hospital for chest pain. I needed to meet my mom, aunt, and uncle at the hospital. It was a small-town hospital, and the paramedics decided en route to take him to a heart hospital over an hour away. When my step-dad was lifted into the ambulance, he was awake and talking. This change of plans was confusing to us. On the drive to the heart hospital, I had a vision of my step-dad lying in a casket. I knew he had died. He had actually died en route.

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Episode number X:
Wendy Z’s Near Death Experience

Source:
nderf.org

Set and Setting:
08202007

Event Description:
My maternal grandfather was fighting in WWII. He was hit by a train and sustained a head injury. His doctors claimed this injury is what caused his brain tumor some 60 years later. It was an inoperable brain tumor, so he started radiation therapy.

My grandfather was always working on or repairing something in the workshop or shed. I was one of his seven grandchildren and one of two of his female grandchildren. There was at least one or more grandson helping him. Being a girl, I didn't really care to be working on dirty machinery. So, we didn't spend a lot of time together and were not particularly close. But family, in general, was very important to him.

His radiation therapy appointments became a little taxing on our family. My grandmother never drove and his children and grandchildren worked during the day. All except me. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time, with my children in school for the better part of the day. I volunteered to help get him back and forth to his doctor appointments. It was during these trips that he and I got to know each other a little better. He would tell me jokes during the car rides. This went on for months.

At some point, we were made aware that the radiation wasn't helping shrink the brain tumor. There were more aggressive, experimental treatments available but my grandfather was done. He declined the treatment and settled on hospice care. Early on in hospice care, there were still emergency room visits to help maintain his condition and keep him as comfortable as possible. During one of these visits, my aunt mentioned his care becoming 'too much' and she wanted to look into a hospice facility instead of hospice at-home care. My cousin and I adamantly rejected this suggestion; and we both volunteered to take over his daily care. I believe this is why I was included in his death experience.

Another aunt and I ended up providing most of his care at my aunt and uncle's house. I live 30 minutes away from her. I was there every day for weeks. His death was clearly coming as all the signs the hospice nurses talk about were present. I decided I was going to spend the night. I phoned my husband to make arrangements for our children so I could stay. That evening the rest of the family headed home. I was standing on the front porch waving goodbye to my mother when I noticed the full moon and one single cloud in the night sky.

I don't know why this caught my attention, but while standing there I heard a very strong voice come from inside of me telling me to go home for the night. I argued with the voice, with my reasons for wanting to stay. More firmly, the voice told me to go home. So I do. I explain to my aunt that I've changed my mind and I'm going home. She seemed confused, but hugged me goodbye.

It was already late when I decided to leave. As soon as I got home, I showered and got ready for bed. It was a long, taxing day and I was exhausted. I fell asleep fast.

The next thing I know, I'm back at my aunt and uncle's house, standing on the front porch and staring at the single cloud in the night sky. My grandfather is next to me. I can't see him, as much as I feel him. I feel both of us get sucked into a tunnel along with my grandfather's guide in front of us. I sense him as male, although I see him as light. I can see 360 degrees around me. I can even 'look down' at me and grandfather. In the blink of an eye, we are moving at what I can only guess is the speed of light. The guide first, with my grandfather and I, side by side right behind him. We are moving incredibly fast and the tunnel is long and winding. You can liken the tunnel to being on a super-fast, winding rollercoaster. The tunnel is very, very long. At each turn, I think we will be at our destination, but we keep going. I remember feeling like a small child thinking, 'Are we there yet?' I can see the universe outside the tunnel walls and the stars look like streaks. It looked very much like warp speed is shown on 'Star Wars.' As I watch, I know what I'm seeing and that seems completely normal to me. I did not feel like I was somewhere I shouldn't be. I didn't think I had died. Everything that was happening and seeing was completely normal to me. But I was curious what was next.

After what felt like a long ride in a short amount of time, we came to an abrupt stop. We are still in the tunnel and I realize that I can no longer join them. I can't cross this point. I don't see a door, but I feel the tunnel ahead of us opens. My grandfather goes first, his guide goes next, and I feel the tunnel close. I'm suddenly very aware of how lonely and cold I am. I hadn't noticed the warm, comfortable light coming from my grandfather's guide until it was gone. A ringing phone draws me back into my body as I wake up feeling a buzzing sensation. I answer the phone, it's my mother calling me to let me know that grandfather had passed. I said, 'I know.'

I've always had premonitions in real life and in dreams, so this experience didn't seem strange to me. Although, I wasn't sure why I had it. I didn't know it was a shared death experience. Several months after this experience on a Sunday morning, that same voice told me to make dinner and take it over to my parents' house that evening. Again, I tried to argue with the voice. It insisted that I must make dinner and take it to my parents' house with my husband and children. I called my mother to confirm the plans. I did as I was told and took dinner and a cake to my parents' house. We all had a nice dinner and visit. We left around 9:00 p.m. and went home to put our children to bed. I received a phone call around two in the morning that my step-dad had been taken to the hospital for chest pain. I needed to meet my mom, aunt, and uncle at the hospital. It was a small-town hospital, and the paramedics decided en route to take him to a heart hospital over an hour away. When my step-dad was lifted into the ambulance, he was awake and talking. This change of plans was confusing to us. On the drive to the heart hospital, I had a vision of my step-dad lying in a casket. I knew he had died. He had actually died en route.

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