The night I drove some friends up to Rincón, from Boquerón, Puerto Rico, I miraculously lived through a near-drowning, near-death experience, in a post-hurricane sea! Swept away by a wave, I was pulled out in a riptide and into the fathomless, dark, lonely ocean before midnight on September 9, 1995.
I swam and fought for my life, until I was too exhausted to move any parts of my body. At the point I became aware of which wave was going to send me to my drowning death, it stilled over me, and had sparkling, rainbow colored drops, falling from its crest. That is when I had a near-death experience!
My spirit left my body and was taken to space, which I remember, for I was still alive, without my body.
During my visit to 'the other side', I was taught many things about life after death. The first thing I learned is that I am a spiritually immortal being, as are all things living.
I was given information about my loved ones, the ways of the Universe, and how we were created at the very moment that creation was created.
I understood profound, esoteric knowledge, from a place of oneness with God.
As I realized I was floating above the Earth, God spoke to me with a voice inside my head, saying,
“Every living being lives somewhere, in other dimensions, at all times.”
“There is always more life, especially without a body. Every living being lives forever.”
“The living beings on Mother Earth are on individual paths, to learn about themselves. Each spirit is to contribute their personal gifts and talents, so when leaving the world, it is a better and more enlightened place than when they arrived.”
“There are souls who will never be born in the physical realm, for many spirit beings live in various dimensions.”
Then I understood that when a spirit gets to go to Heaven, then and only then, does a spirit get to live in eternal peace, constant comfort, and within the timeless grace of God's unconditional love.
As more eternal truths poured into my conscious, thinking mind, I realized there was a 'bubble of love' over to my right. It was literally emanating unconditional love and comfort. I tried to get closer to it, knowing it was the entrance to Heaven.
When it was within reaching distance, I felt happier than in my whole life.
I was almost to it, when all of the sudden, I tumbled down from space!
My spirit began descending and became about the size of a pinhead. I kind of went straight down through the atmosphere, the sky, and then into my body!
As I reentered the physical realm, I realized that the blast of the last wave had forced my spirit back. The weight of the last wave was pushing me down, to my drowning death.
I was still thinking, which had never really stopped, that at least when I drowned, I would get to go back to 'the other side'. Then I would go to Heaven! This thought filled me great peace, as my spirit began to detach from my body, again.
Then, a hand grabbed me!
I grabbed back, felt a neck before my hands were placed on elastic of shorts (I remember consciously acknowledging that in my mind).
Then I died!
When I forced to awaken, I was on the beach, resuscitated back to life with cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR).
Upon realizing that I was alive, my first thoughts were of of being upset that God had made me return to life!
I immediately began questioning why God would want me to live.
I was shocked that I was alive, especially when I so did not want to be!
Upon some very traumatizing events that transpired after I was made to live, like almost dying again, from secondary drowning.
I became very ill. When I finally made it to the big hospital in Mayaguez, Puerto Rico, I was admitted into the Intensive Care Unit. I had to stay there for a long week while my life was saved again, before I made it back to my house.
It took six months physical recovery to work part-time and another six to work full-time. By then I had lost my friends, my mind, and the will to live. Not only did I lose the ability to make a living, but I no longer had the familiar ambition that had made working easy for me. I burned through my savings quickly and became unable to take care of myself like I used to before my near-drowning.
All I lived for was to go back to the place I had visited, during my near-death experience. Everything on my mind and on my lips were the still fresh memories of God's unconditional love, which consumed me.
To everyone else, it looked like I was in my body, but my spirit was still on 'the other side'.
Years went by as I learned the new me and how to survive in a world I didn't want to live in anymore. I existed through time, not caring what happened to me, nor did I have the mental faculties to make money, save money, or maintain a home.
This naturally happens, sometimes, to those who have had near-death experiences. The proper term for the special grief that a near-death experiencer suffers, after being returned to life, is called,
This is the state of existence that a person lives through, aware of their very own afterlife, yet is forced to live.
The yearning for Heaven compromised my abilities, body, and mind, in this physical realm. When I began to feel the intensity of my near-death experience begin to wane, I tried to hold on to the feeling, as long as possible, and was sad when I realized that I was going to have to let go of some of the intensity from my trip to 'the other side', in order to integrate my body and mind, back into daily life.
The only thing that mattered to me was living until I was allowed to go back to Heaven. (Suicide was never an option: it is against my core beliefs, plus I learned that it is a privilege to live through our problems.)
At about the five-year mark after my near-death experience, I awoke one morning, shockingly happy that I had been returned to life!