The UK Daily Mail has been running a series on Dr Penny Sartoris new book The Wisdom of Near Death Experiences. It has prompted columnist Amanda Platell to reveal her own remarkable experience. Here it is; Day Heaven Sent Me Down to Earth After the Mail’s serialisation of intensive care nurse Penny Sartori’s book on near-death experiences, many readers found the courage to share their own stories. I say ‘courage’, because many no doubt feared that even discussing such a subject would invite ridicule. I know, because I’m one of them. It was the first week after my final school exams, just 17, heading out to a party in the old green Morris Minor our gran had left us. I remember my new dress, the excitement of going out after months of studying, the journey there — but hardly anything of the journey home. Because that night I didn’t get home. All I recall is being in the back seat of the Mini, coming over a hill and the headlights of a car driving at speed, on the wrong side of the road. I don’t remember much of the crash, or of being put in the ambulance — only my brother’s bloodied face looking down on me as he told me he loved me. I knew then I was dying. Although I had no outward signs of damage, I was haemorrhaging internally. My spleen was ruptured, an artery pumping blood into my abdomen. But there was no pain, no fear, only a strange sense of peace. I was wheeled into hospital, where my mother was waiting for me, weeping. Then everything faded out and I wasn’t lying there with her beside me any more. I was suspended high above the bed at the opening of a white tunnel of light. From a distance I heard the nurse telling her to say goodbye. Mum pleaded with her to wait until Dad arrived, but the nurse insisted they had to rush me into surgery. I remember looking down on my unconscious body and being cross that they couldn’t wait for Dad. And that they had removed my red nail polish, cut my new dress, and put my hair up in what looked like an onion bag. Only much later would I learn that I was unconscious, close to death, and should not — could not — have known these details. Back then, I was just floating away into a soft welcoming white tunnel of light. No fear, just a pull so strong I could not resist it, nor wanted to. Who knows how long it lasted or what it meant, but I believe I almost died that night and was somehow dragged back to life. Then the coma, the months of recovery, the pain that has never completely left me. To this day, I can’t quite make sense of any of it. All I know is that it wasn’t a near-death experience, it was a near-heaven experience and that for some reason I was sent back. I have never feared death since.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 13:38:00 +0000
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