A Flight Without Wings: My Experience with Heaven

By Xlibris US

The following story describes my journey into Heaven and subsequent return to life, all as a result of massive head trauma sustained while vacationing in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico 21 years ago, on 9/11/1993. It will describe visions as well as deep feelings that moved me to the core of my being. It will go on to briefly give some background into facets of my life and experiences that I had before and after that accident that relate somehow to the understanding and clarity that this event has brought to me and how I continue to discover the benefits of passing over to the other side. Some things are evident to anyone who reads this and some remain relative in more obscure ways. My hope would be that my words and experience with an afterlife will comfort those people who struggle with a fear and concern, either for themselves or someone close to them that has made this journey on their own. I have kept this to myself for all these years initially out of fear of accepting it, and then out of my inability to accurately describe the sequence of events and the meaning of it all. My best guess and my overwhelming belief is that this journey of mine represents the exact path and result of nearly everyone who has left us. I was blessed with a return ticket and a feeling that it is my onus to share what so few get to experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503524552

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CHAPTER 1

Serious Injuries

I was brought in to a hospital in Cancun, Mexico, unconscious and bleeding heavily.

Without waking up, I heard the doctors talking about me as though I wasn’t there. I wanted to tell them that I could hear what they were saying, but I couldn’t speak. He is going to feel the stitches as if there is gravel in his eye, said an eye surgeon who happened to be on duty when they brought me in. The assistant agreed, and they chose another form of stitch to somehow sew up the ruptured globe and placed it back into my head. I looked awful lying on the gurney all full of blood. Although the doctors and nurses seemed very dedicated, they lacked some of the emergency equipment that we’re used to having here in the USA. After examination by Dr. A, it was determined that among other things, I had sustained a blowout fracture of the eye orbit and ruptured the avulsed globe (eyeball). Combine this with a dislocated fracture of the left zygoma (cheek), multiple displaced fractures of the nose, fractured upper jaw, multiple skull fractures, and a few other fractures that became somewhat insignificant by comparison. The prognosis was guarded at best. I came to find out that my family was summoned to come to Mexico because despite the obvious injuries, they had no scanning machine to determine any brain involvement from the shattered eye orbit and if I might have incurred some brain damage. Meanwhile, I was floating around watching the commotion; I was not feeling any pain and was intrigued by the rush of doctors and nurses around me. It was a little hard to see as the light was so bright. Nothing is wrong with my hearing though; I could have listened to them for a while. They were also concerned about skull fractures and internal involvement. Hard to tell how much time was going by as I had no sense of time.

CHAPTER 2

Enjoying the Moment

I was in a comfortable place without a care in the world. I was alone, yet I didn’t feel lonely and felt like I should take some time to enjoy this place as it was unlike anywhere I’ve ever been. I just couldn’t figure it out, and at the same time, I didn’t care exactly where I was. Still listening to what was going on around me, I felt like I was being drawn away from the doctors and nurses, and it was becoming harder and harder to hear them talking. Being distracted like that made me more aware of another wonderful thing. It was sort of like the sun—bright and warm and very inviting. You know the feeling… like closing your eyes, facing the sky, and feeling the warmth of the sun on your face, except that I didn’t have to close my eyes, and it didn’t hurt to look right at what seemed like the source of the light.

There first seemed to have been a speck in the bright light from infinity, but as this speck became larger and larger, it took on the shape of a man drawing ever so close to me

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Was this one of the angels I’d heard about all my life? Was it a saint? Was this someone else, maybe on a journey just like me? It couldn’t be an angel or a saint. After all, there were no wings or halos, but rather it turned into the image of a man—simple and peaceful.

When I was able to see a face with the body, I recognized my dad who had passed two years earlier. Nothing surprised me about seeing him as all was right with where I was. He was much younger and certainly more vibrant than when I saw him take his last breath at home with the family all around. That was a difficult event to watch at home with nothing we could do to help. I often wondered, like most people I would assume, what happened to him and where he went. I had thought on many occasions about when he actually left. Was it then when we watched him slowly and quietly slip away, or was he listening to what was going on around him like me?

The peaceful feeling was throughout me, and I didn’t feel any negativity or anxiety, only that I was where I should be. I didn’t miss my family or wife even though I knew we were apart. I didn’t comment on how well my father looked as there was this feeling of deep understanding that seemed to bind all that was happening, and there was nothing wrong about what had just happened to me or where I was lead to encounter my father. I didn’t ask him where he came from or how he knew to come at this time when I might have felt lost or concerned about where to go or who to follow. His smile to me said a thousand words; all of which I understood and felt completely comfortable with no earthly emotion. I didn’t feel any pain from the injuries I had just sustained, didn’t notice any difference in my vision, and best of all, my father didn’t gasp at seeing my head and face. What a great place—this heaven. I was happy to be there.

As with all father-and-son relationships, there are times when Dad has to say something you don’t really want to hear, and this time was no exception. As the words were leaving his lips, I was already shaking my head up and down acknowledging his instruction, You have to go back! At that very moment while shaking my head up and down and softly replying I know, the earthly emotions began to return. First was disappointment at this news, then followed with actually missing my wife and family. The disappointment was palpable for me as I