ABSTRACT

Is there such a thing as life after death? Scientists argue about the known tunnel-effect, and its causes. We can only speculate about it though, as no one has yet returned from the dead and actually proved it to be true.

Working with this report has been most interesting and rewarding, as it makes you realise that there is so much yet to be discovered beyond our own known world.

My own experience

HISTORY

As a child I grew up with some special skills, such as being able to tell in advance if someone was coming to visit us, or if someone was going to call us. I did not think much of it until I reached the age of fourteen, when I realized that those skills were not quite normal. Somehow or therefore, I then also lost the gift.

I got involved with the church through confirmation, but after a few years of working with children groups and as a confirmationleader, I realized I did not believe in the same kind of God as our church did. In fact, I did not think I believed in God at all. Time went by and work took over. I was working hard, never thinking twice about what life had to offer or what I could do to change my situation that I truly disliked. I realized working with economics, as I did, was not the right thing for me to do, even when doing so in the position as a manager.

In spring 1991 I got a slipped disk, or a lumbagoproblem, as the doctors first thought. Six weeks after that, I was still trying to manage work while walking around with crutches. Not an easy thing to do as I was working in construction business as a controller, and part of my work was outdoors.

THEN CAME THE DAY....

that changed my life. I was easily irritable at work, having an upset stomach. I decided I had better go home. I went to sleep pretty early that night thinking it was probably just the flu. I woke up in the middle of the night shaking in my whole body. I had the worst diarrhoea you could possibly have, and I was throwing up. Running to the bathroom in my condition, and with a leg that was "gone" was not the easiest thing to do, believe me! Sitting on the toilet all of a sudden I knew I was going to die. I started, without even a reflection of what I was doing, to pray to God to help me, over and over again. I dragged myself over to the phone and called my mother and father (thank god for the memory-storage-button on the phone we have nowadays) managing to get them down to help me as soon as possible, and they in their turn called for an ambulance. (Do not ask me why I did not dial directly for an ambulance, I have asked myself that question many times)

Anyway, during the whole trip to the hospital I was still praying to God to help me. I know I reflected on this, as I distinctively did not believe in a God or at least that was what I thought!

The hospital had only an assistant surgeon on duty that night, and while he examined me, he told me he thought I was too tense - he wanted me to relax! Relax, my foot! If I had had the strength I would have knocked his teeth out! Unfortunately(?) I am not the kind of person who takes violence nor is it the easiest thing to do, when you are having a flood of diarrhoea coming out of your body from both ends.

Anyway, at seven a m. I was told by the assistent surgeon that I would have to stay in hospital for about a week, as I probably had a pancreas inflammation. Loyal to my work as I was, I called up saying I probably would not be in this particular morning.

At that time I still had not been given any analgesics for my severe pain, and I was just about to think that the dear God above, was not so dear to me after all. Just after these thoughts, the chief surgeon came walking in together with the rest of the staff. When he was told about what had happened to me, he truly told the assistent surgeon off in front of the whole staff, and me. The assistent surgeon defended himself by saying that he had not believed in the test results that had been taken earlier that night, as the scores were too high! If they had been accurate, I would have been unconsious! At that time I sort of drifted off into my own world. I remember, briefly, fragments of the hospital-corridor as they took me to the intensive care.

I WAS FLYING HIGH....

I slowly moved up to the roof. I did not understand why there were a lot of TV-screens on the wall. Then I saw this little being lying there all by itself, on the bed with a lot of things attached to it through its nose, arms and heart. To tell the truth, I really did not pay too much attention to it, nor did I feel particularly attached to it either. I decided It was much more fun moving into the next room instead. There was a lot more activity going on there. In the room there were six patients lying in their beds and some nurses were there too, checking on them. I remember feeling sorry for them as I slowly moved upwards through the roof, and into the night being one with the stars, sky and universe. I found out I had the possibility to see and move to wherever I wanted to see or go within a split second, and the relief of not having a body to carry around was incredible. I found an enormous peace and silence around me, and most of all, this feeling of total complete love and harmony.

During the following days I did a couple of more trips like this. On my next journey though I found out I had been moved to the room next door, to the room with six people in it. "My" room (the room for only one person) had been "taken" by a young man instead. I could hear the doctors and nurses call him Håkan, and talked about the terrible car accident he had been in. I once again felt so sorry for him being so young and having to go through so much. Never for a moment did I realize that I too was going through some hard times. I just loved my trips to the sky being free to travel around as I pleased!

All in all, I had to stay in hospital for more than a month that summer. I slowly recovered from my pancreas inflammation but had to be on sick-leave for yet another six months after that too, as they also did an operation on my back.

RETURNING TO "NORMAL" LIFE...

When I got home, I realized my life was never going to be the same again. All of a sudden my work was not important, and gradually I was changing into the person I am today. Completely in harmony with myself. After my experience in hospital I started to read all material I could get my hands on about life after death. Did life after death really exist? Had my brain just played a trick on me, being all drugged because of the severe pain I had? Had I actually been out of my own body? There was no end to my questions.

SCIENTIFIC EXPERIENCE

The more I read, the more I realized that even Einstein believed in a different world than we are used to.

Famous psychologists like Raymond A Moody and Helen Wambach had been doing several researches about life after death. Their results were stunning. When doing research in groups with experience of a life-after-death situation, they found that most of them told the same story:

First leaving their body, moving up towards a corner of the roof, looking down on their own body, often seeing doctors frenetically trying to save their lives, while they themselves were thinking: why bother? Then moving upwards to the sky, or into the beginning of a bright, white tunnel.

In the tunnel people claim they are able to see their lives pass by together with a being who sends out complete love. And even if some things the person had done while alive was a big mistake, they were not ever blamed for it by the being. Many of the people travelling to the end of the tunnel, also either found themselves greeted by dear dead relatives of theirs, or a Jesus-figure, all very much depending on their own belief and experience. They are then said to be "called back" as their time to die had not yet come. Some scientists explain the white tunnel to be the brains own "magic trick" caused by the lack of oxygene.

Through hypnotism their patients most of the time could also reach down to another life before they were born, very often reaching several lives while being down there.

IS THERE SUCH A THING CALLED REINCARNATION?

Well, even the Bible is said to have had a lot of material in it about reincarnation, but this was later removed in the 1400-century as church then wanted the power over the people. And if there were such a thing as reincarnation, well, then church was no longer able to control the crowds as they wanted to.

Reading through old religious material from Egypt, lndia,Tibet and other Asian countries, I, together with others, found that their belief in reincarnation in many cases was very similar to that of the old Indian cultures existing on the South American continent, such as the Incas, Aztecs and most of all the Mayas.

Archeologists and other scientists have today been able to interpret some of the old Maya cultures calendars, (among other things). What they have found is stunning. Not only have they found what is believed to be the DNA-code, but also that the Mayas knew about a fourth and a fifth dimension! Something that the mathematicians of today are only able to calculate and speculate in how it would look and work.

The Mayas are said to have explained our third dimension as a timetrap. We are fixed on time, and the body we carry around is more or less to be compared to a diving suit. After that (read after death) comes the fourth dimension. We are then still fixed by time, but no longer have a body. Our knowledge is greater and we are able to achieve more. The fifth dimension the Mayas explains to be the final. You are then no longer fixed by time, and able to "travel" between dimensions any way you like.

MY OWN OPINION

Today, I am convinced that traditional physics and metaphysics actually can work together hand in hand. And I do not think it is a mere coincidence that there are so many known physicists like Stephen Hawking that do believe in a God. Today I see life as a microcosmos in a macrocosmos consisting of an atomic-powered energy varying in different shapes, times and dimensions.

After some gatherings in meditation class, I surprisingly once again reached the level of higher knowledge, sight, love and harmony. The same pattern occurred as in the hospital, only this time it happened without drugs. I now got proof of the fact that you actually could reach a higher state of mind, or a fourth dimension as preferably called by physicists and mathematical scientists.

I believe we are fully responsible of our own actions in life. I believe in Karma, or to put it in the way the Bible says it; everything you do to others will be done to yourself. Today I see a pattern in every little detail that happens in my life, and even if I do not understand it at the time it happens, I know I will later. I am truly grateful to have this fantastic opportunity to live this life, and to see and feel the world around me. l love life with its nature, animals and people in it, and yet, strangely as It might seem, I can't wait to die either!

Oh, and by the way, I have been given back my old "talent" again, and a lot more!! / Annette.