Ed McConnell

This may have been an out-of-body/near-death-experience; it was so spiritual that the only memory of it was Love.

Near Death Experience

When I was 23 years old I was in an auto accident and awoke in the hospital higher than a kite. Lying flat on my back with a blood soaked cloth propped against my right eye, the room looked sunny and bright. I was very relaxed.

As thoughts began to surface I thought "they must have already given me morphine", that would explain why I felt so good at a time like that. (Later I found out that they don't give morphine to unconscious people.) I felt no pain, only great peace.

I had no memory at all of what had happened since I'd seen the fast moving car that was about to hit my car. Although I had no idea of the extent of my injuries, I felt so good that I was not at all concerned. I was not at all concerned that my new car was probably wrecked beyond repair, and my insurance only covered the other guy (accident was "legally" my fault).

This may have been an out-of-body/near-death-experience; it was so spiritual that the only memory of it was Love. The after affects of that mornings heavenly vibration easily soothed my subsequent three week stay in the hospital. I suppose that it had some residual lasting presence thereafter too, although I never really thought about it then, or later.
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_Two years later, I was relaxing in bed and about to fall asleep, when I imagined, or sensed, or daydreamed, that my 74 year old boss, who was in the hospital for routine testing, was outside his body struggling in great fear high above the earth. In that dream-like state I felt like I was up there with him, feeling his terror and extreme attachment to saving his earth body. I felt like I was being sought for help or advice. I told my boss (telepathically) to just relax and let-go and it would work-out for the best. I told him that his struggling or resistance was the only problem.

Then I fell asleep.

The next morning I thought nothing of it; I had entertained wild imaginations from time to time anyway. When I got to work I was informed that my boss had unexpectedly passed away at almost midnight the night before. It was 11:35 when I had gone to bed the night before!

I hadn't heard of much concept about this sort of thing before. I had simply felt his predicament, and in the heat of the moment my instincts knew exactly the solution. For all I know my boss may have invited me to his event to teach me something, or it may have worked both ways. Either way, I learned from the experience. And I sure haven't forgotten him.


About four years later, my mom was about to have heart surgery in a few days. Normally she wouldn't be willing to discuss the subject of death, but now she was somewhat open to it. After telling her my inspired view of simply trusting the unknown, and my guesses or theories as to the benevolent nature of what is to come, she uncharacteristically bellowed right out; "Eddie, I want you there when I die".

Ten years later, and just after over two years of severe health problems, my mom was getting very weak. It seemed her time to go would be fairly soon. I stopped at her hospital room for a short visit on my way home. While talking to her, I noticed that she was glowing; her skin was radiant and she looked "Spiritual". I thought "wow, here this gal is in the absolute weakest physical condition I've ever known her to be in, and she looks the best I've ever seen her look!" (That was the only occasion I ever saw her look like that.) The next morning she weakened further and could not even talk much. She then knew for sure that her time was near, and she began praying unceasingly.

During the next week it seemed that she left her body several times, and kept coming back. One morning she told one of my sisters that she had been somewhere, but could not find any words to describe anything about it. She was in her bed and told me that no one believed that she was dead. That was the only concept she had for leaving; she had no concept for coming back. She didn't let the fact that she still had a physical body sway her opinion.

Near the end of the week when I was by to check in on her, she was "out of it" (sleeping or out of the body most of the time now). Sitting at the foot of her bed, I prayed for her guardian angels to watch over her. As I prayed the room became very peaceful, so peaceful you could have cut it with a knife. Hours passed by. I was engulfed in the presence of more Spiritual peace than I could ever remember being in before.

The next morning I went to the hospital and stayed all day. There was no logical reason to think that this would be her last day here, yet I behaved as if it were. As the day progressed, other family members were "drawn" or guided to show-up. Some of those that didn't show, later said that they'd felt being drawn. It seemed that mom was in and out of the body all day (you could tell because she would have a weird expression on her face while apparently sleeping, when she was really just sleeping she had a much more normal expression). The whole day was very peaceful, even though I had things to do, I could not leave. It felt like a very special holiday. Like the night before, peace was simply in the air.

Finally that evening my mom lost blood pressure and time was very short for her. Two more family members were summoned and arrived in about 10 minutes. One of them, her youngest of eight kids, just happened to be nearby on his delivery route. A priest asked for permission to join us and I said "no". We already had God in the room. I watched with family members as my mom took her last several breaths, and then she left. Her lungs had one exhale to go, but she was already gone. She may have been still in the room, but she was gone from her body for good.

The days peace by that time had grown to the point that I was feeling monumental spiritual influence unceasingly. It seemed like I was feeling the spirit that was my real mom, and my real self, and the guardian angels, all at once. There really was no distinction, we were one.

I walked out of the hospital looking at the sky, feeling absolutely bowled over with great Spiritual Love. And it continued almost nonstop for days.

The following afternoon I felt burst after burst of emotional cleansing rise up from deep within me to the surface, and release. Each time releasing just before I felt I would start crying, all the while under the influence of great Spiritual presence.

That evening I took a drive to the countryside as I often did anyway, just to relax and look at the beauty of our biosphere. As usual, I let the sky's beauty give me my directions. Navigating in this manner I never knew where I'd end up, and didn't care. Thirty minutes into the drive I found myself in my moms childhood home town. Only once before had I ever "ended up" or passed through that small town.

I felt that my mom was in that small town, maybe processing some of her childhood, and just loving the place. Although I felt some sort of communication was already happening between her and I, I felt an urge to talk to her. I wasn't sure if it was possible, but it sure seemed like it was, and I had nothing to lose. During the 18 months or so before this event, I had been experiencing great inspirational growth, but could not share much of it with my mom in a conceptual manner. She wasn't interested in that sort of dialogue when she was in her body, now I figured she was. By this time I'd found myself parked in a nearby county park, overlooking a river.

I told my mom of my great optimism for humankind. I told her to move on when it's time—us survivors would be OK. It took about 30 minutes and it felt great.

A few days later, after the funeral, I told two of my brothers that my life may never be the same after what I'd very unexpectedly experienced during our mother's transition. As the ultra increased Spiritual influx waned, I could tell that my on-going inspirational growth had been very positively influenced by the whole experience.
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_A year and a half later it was my grandmothers turn to go. Because she had been in the room when my mom departed, she knew I had a positive attitude about the mystery of death. A couple of months before she left I was allowed to tell her of my great optimism on the subject of death and life. When finishing I looked up at her across the table and she was lit up with great inspiration. She in turn inspired me to a greater level. I'd never seen my grandmother inspired like that before. It was great to see her so much like her real self. We shared our souls intimately, in One Light that just danced in the air—timeless, eternal moments.

I called her three days before she departed. After I'd hung up from a very brief conversation, I realized that I had just heard the voice of an innocent little girl. Even more so than that of any little girls voice I'd ever heard before!

A couple of nights later, after the doctors proclaimed her heart to be in good health, she was in the hospital bed very relaxed and very peaceful and told one of my sisters that she was ready to go—she had "did her job". The next day she went into the shower room, where the 'doctors' normally did not have permission to be, took her clothes off, and died of a massive heart attack. Leaving her body behind naked—just as it was when she took her first breath here.

One hour later, not having heard anything about my grandmother's recent passing, I prayed for her just before doing my usual meditation—the first time I'd ever felt inclined to do so.

At her funeral I felt I could sense that she was there; a young, playful, loving, carefree, innocent, Dutch girl. I could sense that even though her huge family was preoccupied with grief, they were being fed the same message from her on a subconscious level.


In the six years since, I have been with a few others near their respective times of so-called death. As in previous encounters, I was able to provide an example of trusting in the hereafter, as they educated me in trusting the same Spirit here on earth. I'm extremely grateful to those who are gone. They have helped pave the way for us who are still here to allow what history has been crying out for all along...God's Love. And that time is now.

Note (2001):_This and all stories were written in a very condensed fashion in order to limit the length to a reasonable degree (especially this one). Everything here in Death Story could have been elaborated on and at least a few more events could have been included also.

If I had the luxury it would have began a few years before the auto accident with an account of my son as a baby facing death from pneumonia that I contributed to by not fixing a car window before traveling in anticipated warm weather that turned-out to be cool as we progressed.

Incredible peace and confidence was given to me (which I think rubbed off on my wife) while facing the situation in a Albuquerque hospital emergency room awaiting the verdict. (Boy is now 31 years old.--Girl that came next is a couple of years younger.--Both have kids.--Wife now ex-wife for many years.--Me, I'll be 52 soon if I'm still here that long.)

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