Near Death Experience Do you have a fear of dying?
The Writer as he was when he had his NDE
Near Death Experience - Fear death? I did - once
Fear death? I did. Then something happened which removed that fear forever. It happened back in 1977. I was with Australia’s Antarctic Division in those days on cold, windswept MacQuarie Island. I had a near death experience.
I was hiking, alone, twenty miles from the base camp and, in my approximation, around half a mile from my destination: a tiny hut at Lusitania Bay. But I was lost; completely disoriented. The sun, which should have been going down on right, was going down on my left. After trudging south from 3 O’clock in the morning, at 9 O’clock in the evening I was walking back to where I came from!
Then the quicksand!
Fear of dying came on quickly. Suddenly it was all very real
Mud to the thighs, a heavy pack on my back. Nothing nearby with which I could extricate myself.
First thought: “How ridiculous. This can’t be happening.”
It was happening. The ooze was deep. I tugged. I heaved my legs. The result? I sank deeper.
Incredulity gave way to dismay then gave way to panic. I floundered. I cursed. I yelled to the wind. The whole landscape around me, the sky, rocks, the tussock grass – this last too far away to reach – seemed to mock me with an almost tangible malice.
There was nobody near. I was alone.
My NDE started with fear, absolute fear
Panic gave way to anger. “Why me?” “I’m too young to die.” Pleading. Praying. Nothing seemed to help. Then, at last – after what seemed to be an eternity but was probably only ten minutes – acceptance.
I wasn’t going to get out. I was finished. As if sensing my vunerability, Skua gulls began to settle on the nearby rocks. These eagle-beaked scavengers could sense my plight. I’d seen what Skuas could do: strip a three-ton dead Elephant seal to a skeleton in half a day. A human’s body wouldn’t last more than an hour.
Strange as it might seem, one can only fear for so long at that high-intensity rate. When acceptance came there also came a sort of peace. I was doomed. No point in fighting it anymore. My only emotion now was sadness; sadness that I would never see my darling wife again, never see my children.
Fear of dying faded; all I felt was sadness
My mind grew still. There was nothing. No verbal chatter; no visualisations. No- anything. Just silence; blessed silence.
That was when I heard the voice.
It wasn’t any old voice. It wasn’t a comrade. It wasn’t anyone outside of myself. It came from within. To this day I can only assume that it was my guardian angel. The voice was clear, succinct, the message absolutely understood. It said:
“Spread the weight.”
The meaning was unmistakably clear. I had on my back a heavy pack affixed a broad, aluminium frame. I took this off and spread it before me. Then I unzipped my windproof parka, spreading it wide, so that the inside of this coat could be laid atop the ooze. I leaned forward, my bearded chin all but immersed in that stinking, squelching, mud.
NDE - Oh, God, my life isn't over
With body spread out, and lying almost flat atop this bog, I heaved one leg with all my might. I felt the boot, laced to the knees, being almost sucked from my foot.
But it gave! It moved! Oh, only an inch or so, but an inch is an inch. And it didn’t sink back. I tried the other leg. It did the same.
“Oh, joy! Oh, God! I can get out. My life isn’t over…I can…
Half crawling, half swimming, I slowly raised myself and moved towards the only area of safety: a clumb of hardy tussock grass, some of which hung out towards me. These long blades of grass had been so far away before. Now they were a few feet…a few inches…
I was free! I was alive!
I hauled myself out. I was free. I was alive. The “longest day” in my life was still not yet over, and other adventures awaited even on this particular day. But the story of my near death experience ends here. From that moment on the fear of death, the fear of dying, was removed from my life forever.
I hope you enjoyed reading Near Death Experience ( NDE ) Do You Fear Dying? But I hope even more, that I have removed some of your fear.
May you be happy,
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