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Accident OBE
by W. Lawson

It was the morning of August 31, 1986. I had overslept due to the fact that I had been over indulging on PCP and marijuana the previous day while conducting business (I was the enforcer for a local drug dealer). I loved my legitimate job in which I was a parks attendant for the City of Airdrie, but August 31 was to be my last day as I had arraigned to go back to school to be an electrician and I was also enrolled in the Hart wrestling camp starting sometime in September. I had been depressed most of my life as I suffered from bi-polar 1, and borderline schizophrenia. Those diseases were just the surface of my sick shell as I hated my family for all of the abuse I had endured while I was growing up. To top it off, I was heavily involved with a drug ring in Calgary and I saw no way out of that short of death. So, I pushed the snooze button (they should outlaw those damned things) on my alarm that fateful morning and finally woke up at 8:20 a.m. I was fortunate that I was so stoned the night before that I slept in my clothes so at least I didn't have to worry about getting dressed. I packed a quick lunch and was out the door and on my bike (1973, CB 750) and speeding like a mad man to work. While still on the north end freeway in Calgary the event that changed my life forever was about to happen. 

I was doing at least 80km/hr when the car in front of me got cut off at an intersection. He slammed on his brakes. I was at least half a block being him so I definitely had time to avoid him, but I made a split second decision. It's funny... everything was happening at an incredibly fast rate, but the memory I have is in slow motion. I saw the car, was panicking at first, but then a strange calm came over me as I simply decided to speed up and go straight for him (I actually thought, "Speed up, no pain, no regrets.") It was a little sports car (Camero or something like that) and as my front tire touched his bumper I and my bike were catapulted forward and up into the air. Strange thing was, as I was flying through the intersection, I left my body. I was actually hovering in the air about 10 feet away watching my body sail through the air being followed closely by my bike. Just before I rammed head first into the stop sign across the street, I re-entered my body. I remember hitting the sign and collapsing to the ground, but I don't remember any pain. As I lay there, my 900-pound bike landed and bounced off of me. I was fortunate as a paramedic that was on his way to work was right there. He screeched his truck to a stop and ran over to me holding what looked to be a big tool box. In fact, what he had in his tool box was plenty of medical supplies. As he was working on me he had to perform an emergency tracheotomy. While I was in the ambulance I again left my body and hovered in the air while watching them work on me with fascination. I entered my body again as they took me off the ambulance and started pushing me down a hallway of the University Hospital. It was like a scene out of Robocop. My vision was red as my right eye lid had been ripped off and was dangling on my cheek (thank God it didn't get lost) and I could hear them. They pushed me into a room where they proceeded to cut off my clothing, suddenly I just sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed and hopped down. Once I had taken a few steps I realized that my injuries were gone! Not only that, but I was buck naked! Puzzled, I turned around and saw them working on me. I don't know why, but I felt a compelling urge to walk away from my body. As I was walking, I could hear someone exclaim, "His heart rate is dropping!" Not being concerned I continued on. Suddenly, I started to rise in the air towards a tunnel of light! I want to tell you what went on more, but it will take several more e-mails.

The light coming out of the tunnel was very warm (a loving warmth, not heat), and very bright. It was very inviting, so much so that I entered the tunnel. After I entered the tunnel but before I continued on, I turned around to take a last look at my old self. As I saw my crippled, dying self lying there a pain of regret shot threw me. I felt pity for that poor soul lying on the table. I felt sad that no one loved him. After I'm sure was only milliseconds but felt like hours, I turned around and eagerly looked forward to my new existence. As I hovered down the tunnel the love and warmth that I felt was so intense that I lost all previous shape and formed and became a ball of pure energy. As I went further and further down the tunnel, I could see and feel other beings of energy around me. I knew that this was it. I was very excited as I knew I was going to a far better place for all eternity. I could hear a woman's voice behind me screaming out, "Pulse slowing, blood pressure dropping. We're losing him. We're losing him!" A man's voice, "Ok, 50 mills adrenaline, and shock him." All of a sudden I stopped. I had come to a complete stop and was even pushed back a little. Stunned, I was trying to do everything in my power to surge ahead. Another shock and I was no longer a ball of energy, but I was still in the tunnel. I knew what they were trying to do! I knew and I was angry. I did not want to go back. In a flash I became filled with the most horrible, sick thoughts that I had ever thought I'm sure in all of my existence. 

That's when it happened, I was plunged into an existence of complete loneliness and despair. I was the only creature of any form there. A great fear over took me as I thought that I was gonna be alone for all eternity. I'm sure that in reality the experience was over quicker than you cold snap your fingers but time did not exist here. It felt like I had always been there and I had never left. Scared out of my wits I started to weep and pray to God for all I was worth. At the peak of my despair I again heard a man's voice, "Clear." A set of invisible hands yanked me out of the darkness and I was once again in the tunnel. Before I could be happy or sad I was once again on that table and in horrible pain. I woke up three months later. I spent three months in a coma, and two years in the hospital. I don't know why I lived as until very (and I do mean very) recently I have hated Life and God with all of my heart. I have tried to kill myself many other times since then, have done four years in a medium, maximum, and super maximum security prison. I have envied the people that while I was in prison have died in front of me. Have done very serious damage to my body in past suicide attempts yet I'm still here. Now, I'm starting to find Jesus and I'm finally pleased with life. So much so that I now have a wife. Still, I am confused. Why me? How come I'm not dead?

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