A Voyage to Hell

From: Sarae' Thomas (heavenz_grace@tmail.com)
Story type: NDE
Location: (my bedroom) philadelphia,pa
Source: Form Submission

I would like to say i have all sorts of outwordly experiences but i am writing about this one to help people out there who are depressed or suicidal. There really is no classification for this story. its not really a near death experience and its not an oobe. I actually died.

Im not sure how many of you suffer from depression or manic depression...but its not a cool disease to have as im sure you all know. The worse kind of torture imaginable is spiritual and emotional torture. these have long lasting effects on your being.

anyway i was a manic depressant. i was also suicidal and fancied cutting myslef for punsihment. one day i decided....i was tired of life and plotted to commit suicide. i had my suicide note and everything. i took 32 out of prescription advils and tylenols. i tried to put on my favorite soundtrack that had this really sad song on it..to serenate me as i trancended. but the stereo for some reason would not work. no matter what i did...and it always worked. so i said forget it.

i was soon slipping in and out of conciousness. my mother was trying to talk to me but i was just babbling jibberish. she said she wanted to go to new york so i was like i dont want to go. leave me alone. she kept pestering me so i agreed. i told her to let me sleep. she was like okay...as soon as she left.

i felt a funnel suck what i precieve to be my essence down. i tried to hold on to the bed and felt my spirit trying to hold on and pull myslef up. as i looked over...i realized my hands werent even moving. so i gave up.

soon after i was in the land down under. i had an overwelming feeling of sadness, grief and regret. i saw people walking by and on top of me through what seemed to be a glass sheet. i could surpass it....but i could feel the very cold glass on my hand as i pressed up against it. suddenly i saw myself. recieving some sort of degree and then i saw myself very happy. i broke down and wept....i cried that i was very sorry. and wish i could take it back...Oh God please forgive me i cried. im so sorry. as soon as i was done pleaing...my mom came into the room...whispered to me to wake up...and i was zapped back into my body.

when she left..i tried the radio....and it worked. it was once said by a priest that he wishes people would spend 2 minutes in hell then they would not need to spend to years in a seminary trying to be a priest...that would be all the lesson they needed...my 2 minutes...or so i think it was that long..maybe longer or shorter...was all the lesson i needed. i have never and will never commit suicide again.