while I was in that whiteness and feeling that most wonderful exhilaration (and not hurting or cold or hot) I heard someone on my right side saying, "Mrs. Jensen, Mrs. Jensen" and then I felt myself zooming back into my body.
I had a cardiac catherization at
Stanford Hospital in the morning. That evening my family came to see me
and my husband had already started leaving the room and my daughter was
saying goodbye to me when I got a sharp pain on my chest. I told, Toni,
"call the nurse and go with Popi". By the time the nurses came in my
pain was so severe... Then I stopped hurting and I felt myself floating
and I could see the doctors and nurses around my body and they were
saying, "no pulse, no pressure" and I just went into the most beautiful
"whiteness" (no where on earth had I seen the whiteness that I saw all
around me) we do not have the vocabulary to describe the whiteness or
the feeling of exhilaration that I experiencing. I could not feel the
nurses and doctors touching me, it was as if they were working on
somebody else.
Feelings that I want to go back again when things are going bad in my
life. (As if I could just close my eyes and wish it again.) Also, the
experience wasn't like fainting or sleeping or dreaming. It really
upsets me when people say that its all in my mind or that it was because
of my religious training or beliefs. How do they explain the fact that
they couldn't find pulse or blood pressure? I heard it so plainly when
the nurses said that and they did not mention it to me afterwards and I
didn't ask. I have tried to get the records to see if they recorded what
happened on that day. I did not talk to the ladies that were in the ward
with me, but afterwards they said that they (four ladies) thought I was
a "goner" and one of the ladies grabbed her rosary beads. To get back to
that moment; while I was in that whiteness and feeling that most
wonderful exhilaration (and not hurting or cold or hot) I heard someone
on my right side saying, "Mrs. Jensen, Mrs. Jensen" and then I felt
myself zooming back into my body. After, I had the feeling that this
really affirmed all my beliefs in God. And I have felt sorry for people
that don't have faith in God. He has always helped me and has been at my
side, but afterwards I wanted to live by His Commandments even more. I
try not to hurt anyone and to be a good person and help others in anyway
I can. I am not afraid of dying (the word is wrong, I felt more alive
than I do now.) We always thought that "dying" was so undesirable but
now its wonderful. When people "pass on" I feel happy for them but sad
for the ones that are left behind to miss them. I was in my early
thirties when that happened now I am 64 and I am not ready to pass on, I
want to enjoy my Grandchildren and my family a little longer. I did
change some after my experience, I can foretell some things before they
happen and my great belief in God. I have read some of Sylvia Browne's
ideas of near death and my experience seem to be just the beginning of
our passing over.