My heart stopped in an ambulance, and I thought, I can't be dead, I just heard them say my heart stopped. But I was in the back of the ambulance. I could see my self laying there, the woman kneeling next to me and my mother. My mother looked at my body and then looked at the door and I knew she was going to open that door, and hit the pavement at 90 miles an hour, so I thought, "I have to get back in that body and make it move so she'll know I'm ok", while I was thinking it I was back in the body. But it felt like it weighed a ton. I couldn't move my arm, so I tried to move my finger, and couldn't, so I moaned, to let mom know I was alive. I was out cold when the ambulance arrived and out when they wheeled me into the hosp. But I can tell you everything about the inside that ambulance. I knew that my grandmother's neighbor, a nurse, was the woman beside me but I was unconscious when she ran across the street and got into the ambulance with me. My aunt ran and got her.
I learned that we retain all of our information when we ditch the clay hardware. That clay weighs a ton, and that we indeed continue on after our bodies give out, and my mom's nuts.
The most convincing nd I have heard of was that of a woman, blind from birth, was found to have a brain tumor. They had to drain her blood and make sure there was zero brain activity. When she came out of the recovery room, she told the doctor exactly what the operating room looked like, described the others in the room, what his instruments looked like, the song he was singing in the operating room, and the COLOR of his scrubs. Amazing.
