On NDE
The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was answering Karrie’s question, “How are you feeling?” They had voice-overed “All Available Personnel to the O.R. -- STAT!” It was me. They were calling for all personnel for me. For. me. “I’m so happyeeeee,” I telepathed to her and gave myself butterfly kisses with my own eyelashes. No. My mouth moved. I dreamed to her. Maybe she heard. I don’t know if she heard. There was a time in the O.R. when I saw a spaceship above me, a swimming ancient sea turtle in a Caribbean blue sea in Atlantis. I was under its belly. I could hold my breath. I did not need to hold my breath. I did not have gills. I was, simply. It looked like the inner workings of the crab. It felt like the terracotta strawberry planter. It was not like a subway station in the middle of London. It let me follow it, shadow it, through brilliant waters and undersea life that I was no longer afraid of. It telepathed to me: Do you want to follow me, or do y...