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Preparing for the Miraculous

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idge across <strong>the</strong> afterlife 157In January 1944 Speer had to be hospitalized <strong>for</strong> a seriousknee and lung infection. The moment was not opportune <strong>for</strong>him because Göring, always covetous of more power, hadbeen intriguing against him, using <strong>the</strong> sinister Bormann tomanœuvre Speer into disfavour with Hitler. The medical institutionwhere Speer’s condition had grown critical was astate-of-<strong>the</strong>-art Party hospital at Hochenlychen, near Berlin,run by Dr Karl Gebhardt. This was an SS-Gruppenführerand <strong>the</strong> personal physician of Himmler, who, as Speer saidlater, had directed Gebhardt to eliminate him.In Inside <strong>the</strong> Third Reich, his memoirs, Speer wrote:“The doctors prepared my wife <strong>for</strong> <strong>the</strong> worst. But in contrastto this pessimism, I myself was feeling a remarkableeuphoria. The little room expanded into a magnificent hall.A plain wardrobe I had been staring at <strong>for</strong> three weeksturned into a richly carved display piece, inlaid with rarewoods. Hovering between living and dying, I had a senseof well-being such as I had only rarely experienced.”In Speer’s conversations with Gitta Sereny, however,we read what really happened: he, <strong>the</strong> very ambitious, verymaterialistic and very matter-of-fact architect, powerfulminister and top Nazi, had had a near-death experience! AsSereny reports <strong>the</strong> particular conversation: “‘I have neverbeen so happy in my life’, Speer said. He was ‘above’, hesaid, looking down at himself in <strong>the</strong> hospital bed. ‘I saweverything very clearly. The doctors and nurses hovering,and [his wife] Margaret looking sort of soft and slim, herface small and pale ... What Professor Koch and <strong>the</strong> nurseswere doing’, Speer continued, ‘looked like a silent dance tome. The room was so beautiful ...’ He smiled at <strong>the</strong> memory.‘I was not alone; <strong>the</strong>re were many figures, all in white andlight grey, and <strong>the</strong>re was music ... And <strong>the</strong>n somebody said:“Not yet.” And I realized I had to go back and I said I didn’twant to. But I was told I had to – it was not yet my time.

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