November 3rd 2012, I was on a bike going back home from my work place as a secretary in a law firm. I had 2 separate incident of escaping an accident that day within an hour on my way going home.
I stopped my bike man and asked myself if everything was alright because those two incidents were just too coincidental and he wasn't speeding. That car and the truck veered towards me while I was riding on my lane gently.

It was on the 3rd incident that something happened. The bike man riding wasnt speeding. In fact he had parked and requested that he wanted to buy water because he was thirsty.
For some strange reasons, right where the bike was parked, I was hit by a car coming from an impossible angle.

He came out without honking or any awareness. It hit me and I fell off the bike. The force was hard and I even fell towards a woman shop selling sweets and busicuuts for primary school students. I struggled to pick myself up and didn't even ask the car owner much questions or challenge the man like a regular Nigerian or a bike man would have done.

I looked at the man at that point and he was outside his car startled and staring in amazement. I picked the bike up and struggled to start it and I was on my way home. Even though I had never riden a bike before. I got home and went to bed straight but something happened.

I woke up in the hospital wounded and my head band-aid. I couldn't lift my hand. Everywhere on my body did ache and I just couldn't lift it. I woke up to strange faces who were telling me sorry. They were asking me if I'm better now.
It seemed at the particular moment that accident happened, I died right on spot. You might ask why.

I had never ride a bike before, and even if I suddenly attained that knowledge, I would have called my bike man's attention since it was his bike but I didn't.
I feel like, in another reality I actually got home but in this reality, I ended up in the hospital.

When the accident happened, I had passed out and sustained alot of injuries. I was told some good Samaritan took me to the hospital lifeless.
It feels different to come back from the dead

HugeElephant:
November 3rd 2012, I was on a bike going back home from my work place as a secretary in a law firm. I had 2 separate incident of escaping an accident that day within an hour on my way going home.
I stopped my bike man and asked myself if everything was alright because those two incidents were just too coincidental and he wasn't speeding. That car and the truck veered towards me while I was riding on my lane gently.

It was on the 3rd incident that something happened. The bike man riding wasnt speeding. In fact he had parked and requested that he wanted to buy water because he was thirsty.
For some strange reasons, right where the bike was parked, I was hit by a car coming from an impossible angle.

He came out without honking or any awareness. It hit me and I fell off the bike. The force was hard and I even fell towards a woman shop selling sweets and busicuuts for primary school students. I struggled to pick myself up and didn't even ask the car owner much questions or challenge the man like a regular Nigerian or a bike man would have done.

I looked at the man at that point and he was outside his car startled and staring in amazement. I picked the bike up and struggled to start it and I was on my way home. Even though I had never riden a bike before. I got home and went to bed straight but something happened.

I woke up in the hospital wounded and my head band-aid. I couldn't lift my hand. Everywhere on my body did ache and I just couldn't lift it. I woke up to strange faces who were telling me sorry. They were asking me if I'm better now.
It seemed at the particular moment that accident happened, I died right on spot. You might ask why.

I had never ride a bike before, and even if I suddenly attained that knowledge, I would have called my bike man's attention since it was his bike but I didn't.
I feel like, in another reality I actually got home but in this reality, I ended up in the hospital.

When the accident happened, I had passed out and sustained alot of injuries. I was told some good Samaritan took me to the hospital lifeless.
It feels different to come back from the dead

Please tag the moderators
Make them let am hit front page so that other people with similar experience would share their own experience, from there we can all learn.

Nlfpmod, please front page for wider view

hstar:

Please tag the moderators
Make them let am hit front page so that other people with similar experience would share their own experience, from there we can all learn.

Nlfpmod, please front page for wider view

MY experiences are rare. But let's see.

That was a near-death or dying experience, not death per se. Without the intervention at the hospital, you would have transitioned to complete cessation of life (death). The very second you had that collision, your soul was struggling to leave, but it couldn't probably because some of your vital organs were still active.

That being you saw riding home on the bike after the collision wasn't you or your soul. If your soul had left you, you would have seen another lifeless body before you picked up the bike.

The best way to explain your experience is as if you were dreaming from the hospital bed. It wasn't an instant thing at all. The bike riding incident happened hours later, but since the brain was completely inactive, my guess is that there was no way you would have been able to process your dream (my view).

This life is 90% spiritual and 10% physical. Even the 10% has yet to be fully explored, so take my explanations with a pinch of salt.