The-Tibetan-Book-of-Living-and-Dying

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THE NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE: A STAIRCASE TO HEAVEN? 333/ was moving along as part of a river of sound—a constant babbleof human noise... I felt myself sinking into and becoming part ofthe stream and slowly being submerged by it. A great fear possessedme as if I knew that once overcome by this ever growingmass of noise that I would be lost. 31I was looking down into a large fit, which was fill of swirlinggray mist and there were all these hands and arms reaching upand trying to grab hold of me and drag me in there. There was aterrible wailing noise, fill of desperation. 32Other people have even experienced what can only becalled hellish visions, of intense cold or unbearable heat, andheard the sounds of tormented wailing or a noise like that ofwild beasts. A woman reported by Margot Grey said:/ found myself in a place surrounded by mist. I felt I was in hell.There was a big pit with vapor coming out and there were armsand hands coming out trying to grab mine... I was terrified thatthese hands were going to claw hold of me and pull me into thepit with them... An enormous lion bounded towards me from theother side and I let out a scream. I was not afraid of the lion, but Ifelt somehow he would unsettle me and push me into that dreadfulpit... It was very hot down there and the vapor or steam wasvery hot. 33A man who suffered a cardiac arrest reported: "I was goingdown, down deep into the earth. There was anger and I feltthis horrible fear. Everything was gray. The noise was fearsome,with snarling and crashing like maddened wild animals,gnashing their teeth." 34Raymond Moody writes that several people claimed tohave seen beings who seemed trapped by their inability tosurrender their attachments to the physical world: possessions,people, or habits. One woman spoke of these "bewilderedpeople":What you would think of as their head was bent downward; theyhad sad depressed looks; they seemed to shuffle, as someonewould on a chain gang ... they looked washed out, dull, gray.And they seemed to be forever shuffling and moving around, notknowing where they were going, not knowing who to follow, orwhat to look for.As I went by they didn't even raise their heads to see what washappening. They seemed to be thinking, "Well, it's all over with.

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