Jeanie Dicus' NDE
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Jeanie's sense of humor
In 1974 the heart of the 23-year-old Jeanie Dicus went into fibrillation and her condition became critical. Jeanie had an NDE, published in P. M. H. Atwater's book Beyond the Light (1994). I quote here this brief and amusing report because, in its disarming simplicity, it offers a good example of how the mental tunings that are activated during an NDE also conform to personal orientations (source: www.near-death.com).
I was floating above my body. I saw green shower caps. The people in the room all wore those stupid caps. There were five or six caps and they were panicky. Their fear was so thick I could feel it. I kept thinking, «Hey, I'm okay, don't worry», but they didn't get my message. This was a little frustrating. I found myself in the right-hand corner of the room. I lifted my arm and stretched. I had been immobile for so long. It felt like I had taken off a body girdle, and it was so delicious to get out of that cramped body. I felt a wonderful feeling wash over me – a sense of peace and power. I felt love and a sense of wonder as I realized that any question I could come up with would be answered.
There was Jesus. I was stunned and said, «I don't believe in you». He smiled and said the etheric equivalent of, «Tough ****, here I am». Looking in his eyes, I asked, «You mean, you've been with me this whole time and I didn't know?». And his reply was, «Lo, I am with thee, always, even beyond the end of the world». Now, I wasn't into lo so I said, «Hey, man, this is the seventies and we don't say lo. Come on». He kind of grinned, I guess I was amusing him, and answered, «You want to be reincarnated?». «Hey, give me a break, – I yelled (only I made no sound). – I just died. Don't I get a chance to rest?». «Take it easy. It's all right. You can change your mind at any time». I gasped, «I don't even believe in you and now you want me to reincarnate? Help!». Our conversation continued. He even asked me to kiss his feet. No way. I gave him a bear hug and kissed his cheek. I got the equivalent of a belly laugh. I was so happy with him that words were no longer necessary. We then communicated mind-to-mind.
Light and love
Suddenly I was aware God was coming. I came to know that I had needed a human-looking Christ to relate to so I wouldn't be scared. The Light came and I was given a choice – I could remain trapped on Earth, seeing and hearing everything, but unable to help anyone, not even my daughter (I was told this was limbo), or I could stay with God. I chose God. The white light in front of me was sorta like a white light bulb only it was so strong. I remember thinking my eyes should be burning, but then I remembered that I didn't have any eyes to burn. God was love and love was light, and it was warm and it permeated every molecule of me. This was so delicious, I was crying with torrents of tears that didn't exist. It was so enormous. I was loved. I didn't feel irrelevant. I felt humbled, awed, and amazed. For a long time after my near-death experience, I ended my prayers with, «You are soooooo big!». It was my way of expressing appreciation.
The events of life
Then I was instantly zapped to a domed room with square screens up and down the walls, on the ceiling-hundreds of television screens. On each screen was a home movie of one event in my life. The good, the bad, the secret, the ugly, the special. Everything was going on at once; nothing was chronological. All was silent. When you look at one screen, you focused in, and you could hear what was there. Not only words, but your thoughts, your feelings, everything; and when you looked at the other people or animals, you could hear their thoughts, their feelings, too. And you made the connection between these and the event which ensued. You were filled with, not guilt, but the strong sense of responsibility.
God said to me, «I gave you the precious gift of life. What did you do with this gift?». I answered in a puny, wimpish voice, «I'm only twenty-three. I didn't know I supposed to do anything. I have a two-year-old daughter. I spend my time and energy on her». It wasn't a good answer, but it was the truth. I was the judge and I was satisfied. I guess that was what God wanted. But the next time this happens, I'm having a list ready. I now have a card on my fridge that says, «Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty».
The reality of time and space
I asked a lot of questions, about sin, murder, and such, and I got a lot of answers. I was told that before we're born, we have to take an oath that we will pretend time and space are real so we can come here and advance our spirit. If you don't promise, you can't be born.
Probably this oath is connected to a contractual clause for which time and space here on Earth become actually real, regardless of whether we believe it or not!