Steffan H NDE

Experience Description

Hello!! I recently posted about my NDE on Facebook and Reddit and a fellow user asked me to send this to you. I’m just copy and pasting it from my Facebook page but if you have any questions, please let me know.

I’m sure you might be curious as to why I got shot 7 times so I’ll answer that now. In brief; I had a flashback or nightmare of an exact situation that happened to me in Iraq, I fired my gun at the ground as a warning shot inside my condo, ran outside 5 minutes later seeking help, was shot by the cops. I attached a small clip of bodycam footage.

http://www.nderf.org/audio/steffan122921.mp4 I’m not trying to preach or sway anyone; I’m just going to tell the truth. I got shot 7 times!! Seven! Should’ve been more but bad aim helped. I clinically died at least 3 times. What happened during that time was pretty intense. I'll try to sum it up in a few paragraphs, but words don’t really do it.

I saw myself from an outside perspective, flying through a dark tunnel. I was a ball of light and energy, flying super-fast. This is all I could recollect for days: me flying through this dark tunnel but nothing more. I was having flashes of what was soon to become full memory, but I pushed them aside as just the morphine messing with my head.

On the third day I was in the hospital and a surgeon came into my room. He asked me if I remembered waking up after they shocked me and pumped me full of adrenaline. I had no recollection at all. He said that I came back, went back down, then came back again screaming “No, no, let me go!!” I still didn’t remember what happened. He asked me again in a different tone, telling me he’d seen it before and was curious. He said they had to restrain me even though I was shot twice in the chest and had a jaw and shoulder in pieces. I was fighting hard for something. As it started to come back, I denied remembering anything again because I didn’t want to sound crazy.

I’m not crazy.

After the tunnel, I was all of a sudden in the most beautiful blue water I’d ever seen. I describe it like a coloring-book blue. A shade of blue that only a child might know such as the last time I played with crayons. On each side was grass that was just as beautifully colored as the water. There were people lined up on both sides, though I didn’t pay attention to them much, I’ll never forget the smiles and the love I felt radiating from every direction, especially right in front of me.

At the end of the water was the most beautiful light I’d ever seen. I was like a sun that I could stare directly at with no negative effects on my eyes. With all of my heart, I felt like I had to get to it because I needed it. I don’t know why, but it was my entire life wrapped up into one mission – I needed to get to this beautiful light.

My memory gets blurry here. But I remember being right there in front of the light and feeling an unearthly ecstasy. There’s no word in the English language to fully explain it. Apparently, they shocked me. I came back to consciousness and then lost consciousness. That part I kind of remember.

It was then that God spoke to me. The words hit me right in the chest as he said something along the lines that 'it’s not your time' or 'I’m not ready.' It wasn’t communicated in words, but rather energy being passed from him to me.

The second time the surgeon asked me, I quickly remembered everything that happened. I remember not wanting to leave. I remember the love, the light, and the ecstasy of what 'home' really feels like. The fight I put up was indignation expressed in the words, 'How dare they take me from there!'

Consider, next time that you leave work, a friend's home, or a restaurant and say you’re going home; just remember that while 'home is where the heart is', you’re not home yet. The other side is nothing to be afraid of. When we cry at a funeral, that’s us being selfish that we didn’t do this or that with the person. The person that passed, did just that, passed the test of life and is now full of more love than can imagined. I would recommend to be happy for them and pray for the day you’ll see them again!