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was anyone here close to dying?

Several times, from excessive drug dosages in OD amounts.

My 2c-t-2 experience, I died and came back to life.

My MXE experiences, I've gone so far into an M-hole, my body vanished and I no longer existed. This, of course along with coming dangerously close to overdosing on pills and other such things.
 
DOB said:
excelent post,wait,if you was knocked out how did you knew you flew out of car and back? seems kinda like,I am not saying its not possible but really,having car crash at 100kmh,flying out of car and then getting into car back split second later? thats little bit hard to image,glad you survived bro :)ˇ

how was this self destruction entity?
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Hey there, thanks for the reply.

I'm not really sure, this is just what the witnesses said happened (it was a busy intersection). Hitting the other car at that speed was enough to throw me full force into the windshield, BUT windshields are so tough that not all of your body completely gets out. Then the car hit a really tall median-strip which stopped it completely, and that was what pushed me back in. So the last thing I remember is hitting the car and flying forward with my left arm up to protect my head (hence why that got mangled) and this is what knocked me out cold. Everything else is just from what was told to police by the other people who saw it (they must've had a good view as they were waiting at the lights off to the side). Basically I woke up inside the car (it was now on its side) and some good samariatans kicked in the sunroof and managed to pull me out).

I was a very insane 15 year old, lol.

Oh yeah and that entity, far out I still shiver when I think about it. One of the intense "hallucinations"/experiences (whatever you wanna call it) was meeting up with two friends (one of which used to be very active and well known here on BL, lol) who are a couple in the city and without them saying anything I knew we were going to concert. So we're walking into the show sharing a joint and it's just like most other concerts I've been to, sort of dark but with blaring bluish light coming from the stage.

For some reason I decided to leave my friends and go exploring, and ended up backstage. There were musicians and groupie-like people standing around, and I was just talking with them when I noticed off to my right this one man sitting by himself and just STARING at me with the most disconcerting intensity imaginable and this evil smirk. I looked into his eyes and they were pretty much pure black, timeless, malevolent, souless... and he had these dark rings under his eyes with intensely pale skin and no hair. It was so fucking scary that after a few seconds I just ran for it. But when I was reflecting on it after I came out of the coma I suddenly realized the message behind it. I had a created this demon, he was the personification of my utterly wreckless drug use and almost suicidal self-abandonment.

This is the closest physical description I can give of him, but he was infinitely more malicious, spiteful, etc and certainly not comical in any way:

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So yeah, I still take that experience as a warning.
 
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DOB said:
tell me more,I never had any serious injury,not even close,how is it to be really fucked up?
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I'll make it short, so here it goes..

1st time- had an intense near fatal kidney/ut infection. Had a sustained fever of 106° for over 5 days and I was hallucinating from dehydration. Long story short I was hospitalized for a week strapped with 4 ivs at the same time trying to cool my body enough to prevent brain damage. I have irreversible kidney damage for life, along with a hereditary kidney disorder that reduces kidney function. I felt like I was having my brain broiled while having someone jab and twist knives in my kidneys for weeks on end. Supposedly I was the worst kidney infection the hospital had seen in 30 years. I had to be transferred to a trauma unit to get adequate care. I was more or less in a state of delerium for weeks.

Case 2: was surfing when I was about 14, when I was taken by the undertow and brought out 2 miles down shore and half a mile out to see. I swallowed so much water fighting my way to the jetti the I nearly choked to death. After swimming against the tide for about an hour I had to hold onto the barnicles and coral-like growth on the jetti in order to keep myself from being taken out to see again. It was high tide so I had to hold on for my life or be sucked 15-20 feet under the sea with every pulse of the wave. This continued for 30-40 minutes until someone heard my calls for help. I passed out from exhaustion and partial drowning multiple times. I had to climb up a 20fooy sheer wall of the jetti using just the barnicles as grips. My face, chest, palms, legs, and foot all had severe laser actions from the rock stuff and lost a substantial amount of blood.

Next time you want an adrenaline rush drop yourself in the ocean with no one around for miles and see how fun it is when you start drowning.
 
I've been dead before. And back alive again.
Quite interesting, to say the least.

Unless you like hearing about NDE's, I'd rather no go into details AGAIN.

People (that haven't had NDE's) think I'm full of shit.


Another time (not an NDE But a surf story accident...)
I had the ocean in HAwaii try to swallow me up also. That was not cool. I was trying to boogy board. All the sudden I notice all the surfers leaving the water, yet I'm moving backwards out to see. Got sucked way out there into the wave zone that was broken up by the coral reef. Had waves bashing me into the coral about half a mile off shore in HAwaii. Thought I Was dead for sure. Too me two hours or paddling like crazy and being bashed into rocks and coral reef to make it back in. Then I got a narly sunburn from it too. If I Didn't have brand new swim fins to protect me from the waves bashing me into the hawaiin coral, I'd be dead for sure. I still have those fins. They have 1/4" deep cuts in them from coral. They are solid plastic too.

Not near death that time though, but very scared!

t still had the full sensation that it was attached, so my brain was telling me I was moving it when actually I wasn't. Very bizarre feeling.
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Phantom limb syndrom.
I have a motorcycle buddy who lost his leg who has this. Thinks it's still there sometimes, find himself trying to use it. I have another motorcycle buddy who crashed and now came back with prophecy from god.
My dog also has his tail shortened because of what breed he is. There is barely anything there but a lil hump and some hairs, but he still shakes it like it's there.
Phantom Limb Syndrome.
Can be quite painful I hear too.
 
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In 1984, when I was 17, I was in a firefight in the Shouf Mountains above Beirut, against the PLA, the pro-Saddam faction of the PLO, one of the factions that didn't evacuate to Tunisia. A round from an AK hit concrete and shattered and many dozens of tiny, almost microscopic brass shards entered under my chin, giving me micro-fractures in both my jaws and landing in my sinuses. Aside from the sinuses being an iota away from the brain the shards can migrate. Recuperating at Hadassah Hospital back in Israel I caught Sepsis and my fever skyrocketed well above 105 in American terms. They were torturing me with icebaths, making me lie naked in tubs filled with ice shards to try and cool my body. It took a week, during which I was delerious most of the time, but I won the battle.

7 months after I recovered I was just south of the Alawi River in the Western Sector when a 60MM mortar round impacted 20 meters to my right. Shrapnel entered in my right abdomen, left wrist and the top of my head. The worst wound, in my abdomen ended up causing Toxic Shock and got me another fun trip to Hadassah. That injury co-incidentally is what caused my addiction AND earned me my HCV via a dirty IV shunt.

In addition, I have nearly died in two heroin overdoses in the early and mid-1990s.

The 5th and last time was this past July when one of those brass fragments once again migrated and I caught sepsis combined with H. Pylori, a bug (bacterium) that infects the stomach, in Third World nations. It was only last month that I fully recovered. Life is precious.
 
rachamim said:
In 1984, when I was 17, I was in a firefight in the Shouf Mountains above Beirut, against the PLA, the pro-Saddam faction of the PLO, one of the factions that didn't evacuate to Tunisia. A round from an AK hit concrete and shattered and many dozens of tiny, almost microscopic brass shards entered under my chin, giving me micro-fractures in both my jaws and landing in my sinuses. Aside from the sinuses being an iota away from the brain the shards can migrate. Recuperating at Hadassah Hospital back in Israel I caught Sepsis and my fever skyrocketed well above 105 in American terms. They were torturing me with icebaths, making me lie naked in tubs filled with ice shards to try and cool my body. It took a week, during which I was delerious most of the time, but I won the battle.

7 months after I recovered I was just south of the Alawi River in the Western Sector when a 60MM mortar round impacted 20 meters to my right. Shrapnel entered in my right abdomen, left wrist and the top of my head. The worst wound, in my abdomen ended up causing Toxic Shock and got me another fun trip to Hadassah. That injury co-incidentally is what caused my addiction AND earned me my HCV via a dirty IV shunt.

In addition, I have nearly died in two heroin overdoses in the early and mid-1990s.

The 5th and last time was this past July when one of those brass fragments once again migrated and I caught sepsis combined with H. Pylori, a bug (bacterium) that infects the stomach, in Third World nations. It was only last month that I fully recovered. Life is precious.
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what kind of crap armor did you wear? seriously if you gonna get pwned by ak47 shatered bullet dust or small calibre mortar than hit way away from its effective blast radius you shouldnt fight.... I wouldnt if I didnt had proper full body armor
 
AminoAcid said:
Hey there, thanks for the reply.

I'm not really sure, this is just what the witnesses said happened (it was a busy intersection). Hitting the other car at that speed was enough to throw me full force into the windshield, BUT windshields are so tough that not all of your body completely gets out. Then the car hit a really tall median-strip which stopped it completely, and that was what pushed me back in. So the last thing I remember is hitting the car and flying forward with my left arm up to protect my head (hence why that got mangled) and this is what knocked me out cold. Everything else is just from what was told to police by the other people who saw it (they must've had a good view as they were waiting at the lights off to the side). Basically I woke up inside the car (it was now on its side) and some good samariatans kicked in the sunroof and managed to pull me out).

I was a very insane 15 year old, lol.

Oh yeah and that entity, far out I still shiver when I think about it. One of the intense "hallucinations"/experiences (whatever you wanna call it) was meeting up with two friends (one of which used to be very active and well known here on BL, lol) who are a couple in the city and without them saying anything I knew we were going to concert. So we're walking into the show sharing a joint and it's just like most other concerts I've been to, sort of dark but with blaring bluish light coming from the stage.

For some reason I decided to leave my friends and go exploring, and ended up backstage. There were musicians and groupie-like people standing around, and I was just talking with them when I noticed off to my right this one man sitting by himself and just STARING at me with the most disconcerting intensity imaginable and this evil smirk. I looked into his eyes and they were pretty much pure black, timeless, malevolent, souless... and he had these dark rings under his eyes with intensely pale skin and no hair. It was so fucking scary that after a few seconds I just ran for it. But when I was reflecting on it after I came out of the coma I suddenly realized the message behind it. I had a created this demon, he was the personification of my utterly wreckless drug use and almost suicidal self-abandonment.

This is the closest physical description I can give of him, but he was infinitely more malicious, spiteful, etc and certainly not comical in any way:

Lloyd_fester-740591.JPG


So yeah, I still take that experience as a warning.
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so basicly uncle fester/lord voldemort :D
 
I almost died of an obscure medical condition a few years back. After the doctors were able to bring me back, I just felt very numb and very far away from life... though I was grateful to stay alive. A few years before that, I slipped on some ice and got a nasty concussion which lead to extreme nausea, amnesia, and difficulty walking. Not so much different from a bad DXM trip ;) When I came back from that, I realized how great a functioning memory and motor system or whatever were. And again, I felt heavily dissociated for a while. Not to say that's bad -- I've found myself a lot more tolerant and loving of others once I'd learned the value of life.
 
Let's just say, when it says 3mg is a good dose for DOC, they mean it. I took 30mg. I don't remember much, but I specifically remember the point going from not breathing to going through a very intense experience strugglin to get my breath back (not sure how, determination of will?)
 
rangrz said:
I had been injured already by a RPG fragment. Fire support was requested to expedite evac by helo by clearing up the OPFOR.

As for pacifism, if I try to rape your friend, will you not resort to violence to stop me? Will you look down on someone who does?
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Pacifism doesn't make sense in an individual context. It applies to nations declaring war.
 
I nearly died from Cancer, a few times actually during that period of my life. Sometimes I wish I did. I have also overdosed on heroin twice and methadone once. I didn't see any white light, no angels singing, no nothing. Just blackness. Every time. Then I woke up.

I've gotten in a car accident where I only ended up shattering my ankle, broke some ribs, and cracks my sternum. They were genuinely surprised I didn't die.

I've had a gun to my head and forced into the trunk of a car, patiently awaiting that bullet to the head. Luckily i escaped that situation.

I honestly do not know why i am still alive.
 
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medical/surgical: helpless. accept that you are now dead, and any further time is a bonus.
drowning: oh fuck this sucks.
cars: im a fucking moron.
gun to the head: do it motherfucker. rage.
 
About 2 years ago I had really bad pneumonia. I didn't know it was pneumonia at first and I ignored it for about a week thinking it was just the flu, but it kept getting worse and worse. I woke up one morning and could barely breathe. The smallest movements would put me out of breath and I found myself gasping for air. I called 911 immediately and was rushed to the hospital. When I got there they immediately put me on oxygen but said that my Blood Oxygen level at the time was 57. They said if I had waited any longer I could be dead or may have suffered severe brain damage. I caught it just in the nick of time and came out OK after spending 4 days in ICU.


Needless to say, there was one small moment there when I though I was going to die. Nothing "spiritual" happened for me. I was a little scared, but was mostly thinking about my son. It actually got to one point while I was in the ambulance that I didn't even care anymore. A steady calmness came over me and I was ready to die. Although honestly, it was probably just my brain trying to shut down from lack of oxygen.
 
^I experienced a near identical situation. When I first foudn out I had cancer, the only real symptom I had was severe shortness of breath, to the point where taking 5 steps would make me nearly collapse. I went to the hospital thinking I had pneumonia or something of the like, only to find out otherwise. I found out I had a large amount of tumors all over my body, as well as a collapsed lung and fluid around my heart. My blood oxygen level was 51%. They said if I didn't make it to the hospital that day, so they could drain the fluid and restore my oxygen level, I would have certainly died. They proclaimed it a miracle that I was even able to walk into the hospital. Scary.
 
Unfortunately yes. I still suffer to this day because of it.

I went 70 miles an hour directly into a tree. It was a very surreal moment. One minute I was laughing, the next I was crawling out of the car with blood pouring out of my face from the broken glass.
 
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existentialcrisis said:
Unfortunately yes. I still suffer to this day because of it.

I went 70 miles an hour directly into a tree. It was a very surreal moment. One minute I was laughing, the next I was crawling out of the car with blood pouring out of my face from the broken glass.
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what car you was in? how big was the three?? was it one of the harder woods? ( lol you naughty mind )
 
BrokedownPalace said:
^I experienced a near identical situation. When I first foudn out I had cancer, the only real symptom I had was severe shortness of breath, to the point where taking 5 steps would make me nearly collapse. I went to the hospital thinking I had pneumonia or something of the like, only to find out otherwise. I found out I had a large amount of tumors all over my body, as well as a collapsed lung and fluid around my heart. My blood oxygen level was 51%. They said if I didn't make it to the hospital that day, so they could drain the fluid and restore my oxygen level, I would have certainly died. They proclaimed it a miracle that I was even able to walk into the hospital. Scary.
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how did you survived that? you are lucky man
 
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