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There are many moving accounts, and many folk have experiences. Indeed experiences are so frequent that there are either a lot of very deranged people walking around, or there is more than our present understanding, perception or paradigms can account for.

Some people in our western materialist culture seem to bump into 'weird' stuff all the time, others have one, often lifechanging experence. Though a 'skeptic' in the positive sense, I (and my wife & three children) fall into the former category.

For the purpose of this thread I shall relate events that occured over a couple of weeks in the Autumn of 2004.
I was rushed into hospital as a result of colapse due to complications arising from treatment for advanced bowel cancer. I recall the first hour after admittance having been given morphine which mitigated the intense pain, but the world faded, glimpses of my wife beside the bed, recollections of crises due to organ failure, then drifting, peaceful and a conversation between the consultant onctologist & medical admissions consultant in whose isolation room I was located. "blood test results show him to be neutropenic, not responded, blood transfusion option?""I do not think we will get to that, Suggested his wife stays with her sister nearby in case we need to call her in" A Douglas Bader moment. In the morning blood test had first stirrings of white blood cells & woke up fully for first time in over a week. It is from here the experience begins, after three more days, although with a still low white blood count, the Medical Consultant thought I would be safer at home with antibiotics than in hospital. So there I am, clothed, sat on the bed waiting for my wife to arrive to take me home, afternoon sun shaded by half closed blinds, and the side room out of the hubub from the main ward. I had my eyes closed & became aware of three white figures one distinct two behind on either side indistinct. The front figure had an andrgymnous beauty. I opened my eyes, empty room, closed them & there they were, as a thought "are you my guardian angels" as a thougt "that is a way of understanding" "so where is the light""it is not yet your time" & I knew that that was all on that subject," so is there a hell?" I am floting in front of a rusty container on jacks in a back parking lot in Brentford (round corner from where son worked at time) the doors creaked open, I floated in & they closed behind, empty blackness. And there were my three 'angels' and a feeling all was well, I opened my eyes, but shut, they were gone. Overwhelmed with emotion I cried. Now this may well be explained by having been on large doses of morphine, however strangeness continued. That night, at home in bed I thought I was hallucinating, for sat on the bottom of the bed was a red 2' high manakin complete with horns (archtype!). My wife whispered "am I imagining..." I swore at the apparition to #### off and kicked up, toppling the figure backwards with a plop sound (rotten pumpkin/marrow dropped onto floor sound). Both my wife & I then experienced a rush of people across our bed as though cimbing an invisible staircase an disappearing through the ceiling.

These were clearly not NDE, as for me they could well have been drug induced, but my wife experienced the night 'visitation' as well. The 'visitations' are consistent with other apparitions we have both experienced jointly. I do not fear death as an end, but would hope to avoid a repeat of the physical pain along the journey.