Now, let me share the real near-death experience that has stayed with me all my life.

It happened in 1959 when I was just 11 years old. One night, through an unfortunate accident, I was strangled and choked until I passed out. What I experienced next was far beyond mere unconsciousness.

I felt my sense of self—the essence of “me”—floating in an endless void. Suddenly, I shot through the darkness at an unimaginable speed, heading toward a brilliant, blinding light. Even now, as I write this, the memory sends shivers down my spine. I felt no fear—only peace, tranquility, and bliss. It was a state of contentment I had never known before. No thoughts of family, friends, or possessions clouded my mind—just me and the all-encompassing light.

If this is what death feels like, why fear it?

I don’t remember when or how I returned to life, but the people around me were frantic, shaking me and shouting, “Are you alive?” I got up, confused but calm. The fear set in later, becoming a part of me.

That experience changed me forever. Before it, I was a carefree, confident child. Afterward, I became more anxious, constantly worrying.

But it also made me resilient. Life became a battle, and I fought every step of the way, growing stronger with each challenge. Even today, writing about this memory fills me with a yearning to return to that blissful light.

Peace to all.

Contd. 316. Virgo Has Cancer