I’ve died over 1,000 times!
I know I’ve died thousands of times
Staring down, I saw myself lying in bed. Whatõs happening? I panicked, floating above my body. It was 1987 and I was 22.
I’d had two similar experiences before, assumed they were dreams.
Only this time, as I’d slept, I’d felt my spirit catapulted from my body.
Then suddenly, a force sucked me back into my physical self.
I woke exhausted, heart pounding, headache.
I’d never been spiritual, but it felt real. Months later, it happened again. This time, my spirit was guided up a spiral staircase into bright light. The next time, I met my father. ‘Dad,’ I cried, a feeling of love coursing through me. ‘Learn to do as you’re told,’ Dad said before I was pulled back.
over, I realised – my dad had died in 1982. Terror struck. Had I somehow escaped death? ‘I think it’s my time to die,’ I sobbed to my friend, Susan.
‘No. You’re having an outof-body experience,’ she said.
Her words soothed me, but about five times a year, my heart would stop as I slept.
I’d be yanked from my body into the spirit world.
In 1989, I was rushed to hospital after having an episode while eight months pregnant. In A&E, I flat-lined. Doctors jump-started my heart, but I couldn’t feel the baby moving. ‘We need to induce you,’ the specialist said. Thankfully, Oliver arrived safe and sound. But after my second son, Westley, in 1991, the episodes became more frequent. Medics were baffled. I had brain scans for tumours, endless tests. Traumatised, I spent hours researching, met psychics and clairvoyants. Eventually, I began to meet people who’d had similar experiences. ‘It’s such a relief,’ I gasped. Spiritual experts
I realised I was actually physically dying in my sleep.
‘They’re actual death experiences,’ I told a doctor.
During these ADES I’d have premonitions, visit loved ones, chat to all sorts. Cary Grant, Walt Disney. Now, I have four a month. It’s debilitating, traumatic. I can be bed-ridden for days.
Oliver, 27, and Westley, 25, care for me when I’m ill.
I’m on meds to regulate my heartbeat, help me sleep. I’m the only known British person being treated for chronic ADES.
Over 30 years, I’ve died thousands of times.
But I’m blessed, I was chosen to visit the Afterlife.
And I know it’s full of love.
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