As requested, as much as I can remember of my NDE.
In December 2004 I had a subarachnoid haemorrhage, a significant bleed to the brain. I was in bed, wishing I could sleep as I had to get up for my very stressful work in three hours' time. Something like a depth-charge went off in my head. It was huge, and painful. My mind said 'Stand up! Get up now, or die!" I stood up and collapsed to the floor. Knowing that this would lead to death, I stood up again, and walked around the first floor of my house for the next three hours. I then started my everyday routine. Had I not lived alone, I would have been in hospital, but with no-one to assist and with my brain barely functioning, I just did what I could. It took weeks to get help. Eventually, my GP told me to take double dose of Ibruprofen and get on with it. I did and spent most of the next five months asleep. I had a headache where the bleed happened, for the following five years.
Quite early in the sleeping phase - so probably January 2005 - I told God I was ready to go. There was no need to continue living.
I was taken to heaven - it had cloud-like walls. I curled up like an animal by the wall, thinking that was perfect, I didn't need any more than that. But, I was drawn in through the wall. I was in a garden. It was very neat and not full of flowers (my great uncles saw flowers and the story had passed through the family so I expected flowers, not neat lawns with kerbed edges!). There was a bright light. I ran towards the light. I was puzzled that running was so easy on a cloudy floor and when I'm old and fat and not fit to run. There was some kind of music, distant and very lovely. The light was white-gold and gave out great warmth. There was a sense of absolute peace and bliss. The light asked me 'Is there anything left you have to do?' I answered, 'I don't think my daughter has finished with me yet.' And immediately, without further discussion, I was returned to my body, in my bed. The sense of loss, the longing for that place again, lasted for months. If that is what happens when we die, there's nothing to fear.
Yes, my GP was incompetent and has since been encouraged to retire. All records of my brain event have been wiped from my medical record, including the record of my brain scan. I discovered this in February this year when I had another scan.