Since I woke up from my three-month coma in August 2004, I have been asked many times about what I remembered and experienced. After reviewing my notes and talking with my wife and some of the medical professionals involved, I decided it would be a good idea to write a brief summary of these experiences. They were both wonderful and terrifying, but the lessons I learned and the “gift” they gave me are worth more than anything I’ll ever experience again.

When I woke up, they told me about my accident and my coma. That was not so exciting. But, what really got me going was when my wife and surgeons carefully briefed me on my deaths and myriad other events. Everything was incredibly like a dream! I could not believe it! How could I have died if now I feel more alive than ever? I remembered everything that happened during the designated coma. But I never knew I was in a coma because I actually “lived my life” through what I now know were “trips” out of my comatose state.

The medical professionals were amazed because I not only described the activities that happened to me physically, but I also described the nurses and the rooms I was in during my comatose state. I then went on to talk about where I went, what I did, and what I saw. Puzzled and concerned, my wife and the medical staff came out to discuss my physical and mental state. Then my wife came back in and told me that she was never supposed to walk again. She was never going to function mentally like she had. She was to live for another five years on feeding tubes and a ventilator in a nursing home. Oh! I was a weightlifter and a mathematician, a writer and a software engineer! She just blew me away! But, this was not acceptable.

Now, I have to go off on a tangent to discuss what happened on my “death zones”, comatose excursions. It was an amazing adventure! I visited homes, people, and places of business that had sprung up during and after my coma. For example, I described a house to my wife and how to get to the property. I drew the map and the distribution of the house. We took a day off and drove there only to discover that the exact house I “visited” was being built where I saw it on my travels through the death zone. Another example was a “visit” with my brother, who is alive and well, while eating at a restaurant, made of coral, by a body of water. Surprisingly, on the physical side, he came to visit me and I took a picture of him when we went out to dinner. Reviewing the photo, I noticed that we were by a lake with a coral statue behind it, outside the restaurant. I have always had some psychic ability and have been practicing and studying it for years, but this was beyond me! These events, in addition to many others, made me consider my travels to be more than just mental twists and dreams.

However, back to the bad news, I had to deal with all of this without realizing that it was slowly coming back to me from my travels. I was blank and empty and I was going to die. What did I have to lose? I demanded that my tubes and other paraphernalia be removed because I didn’t want to drag this out too long for my wife. let’s do it So, I went to sleep.

Three days later I woke up in a rehabilitation center. My blood pressure was normal and after my tubes were removed I was starving and had to go to the bathroom. It was not an easy task to “walk” to the bathroom, but I did it. So I decided to make another trip to the coffee shop. Of course I didn’t make it, but I was so close I could smell hospital food. One of the center attendants grabbed me, put me in a wheelchair and took me back to the room. Stubbornly, I got into bed. But I did it!

After my one attempt at doing it on my own, everything else fell into place like a puzzle. One piece fits nicely into another. How I did it, nobody knows. I was released from rehab in three weeks, and two months later I am doing everything I was doing before the accident, only better. I am walking, driving and traveling with my wife! I’m doing my writing, math, and software engineering again! I am better in the sense that I am a better person than ever before. Better in the sense that I have greater patience and understanding than I have ever had before. Smarter in the sense that my mind is more open and I no longer have the fears and baggage that I had before the accident. Richer in the sense that I have my life back.

But how did I get here? I should be dead, or so I am often told when my doctors give me the go-ahead. Now I know that they gave me “a gift”. The gift is different for everyone. Some don’t get it and get bitter, while others see it and want more. Hitting my head on the ground and getting stuck on a 750-pound motorcycle for three flips is the hardest way to get a gift. But, it is more of an education and an “essence” than something physical. It’s me. Are you. It simply is!

The gift is very simple and small, but very powerful. It’s just—see and feel. I lost it somewhere along the way. It is knowing what is there and seeing what is here. Feeling everything. Riding on the dream instead of chasing it. The memories, emotions and feelings that mocked my life and my vision are gone. I feel and see like never before. My wife calls my new gift an innocence. I call it a knowledge of everything and the wonder of a child.

But what does all this mean? During my many travels in my dead zones, many people greeted me and talked to me and then told me to gather my things. They were mad at me because they told me I was “in the wrong place.” My stuff was these weird bubbles floating above my head that contained visual memories that were part of my life. I simply pulled from the clouds those memories that I wanted to keep. When I woke up, I was going to have suffered from horrible memory loss. However, I have been tested and evaluated to find that I have not lost any mental function or memory. In fact, I now remember things that were fun and wonderful parts of my life that I had long forgotten! I have so many new stories about my life that my wife enjoys at every dinner!

However, these people I mentioned would speak to me on my travels. I only remember extreme words and feelings like a flash, but I “feel” the results of these discussions. Issues that have been hidden, but affective, in my life were discussed and resolved. It was as if I had to relive the facts of my life, things that I had forgotten, and resolve them — Now! Surprisingly, I remembered all those painful and forgotten memories when I woke up. But the bread was gone! They were just placeholder memories of times past. They became educational images on the walls of my mind instead of roadblocks and baggage to carry in my life.

But, one of the many questions of my life, which was answered, was about death. Is the afterlife as definitive and drastic as religion teaches? Is there a heaven and a hell? Will I really see my relatives, my dad, when he dies? Call it the ultimate research project, but the results were staggering. From my experiences in my coma and death zones, I discovered that death is nothing more than a quick change in a dressing room. I simply changed “clothes” to continue down the path I was taking earlier! It was just life as it was and always will be. It is the life I led and experienced. It is a continuation of everything I liked and everything I wanted to be. It is useless to seek a better life after death if the life we ​​lead in this physical environment is unbearable. If it is hell on Earth, then it will also be hell “off Earth”. If the physical realm is heaven, then it will be heaven. It is the actions we take and the decisions we make “here” that determine what happens “there.”

I learned from my discussions and travels that the body is simply a host and the important elements of our lives reside in and around it. Although badly damaged, my body was not lacking in the ability to walk, eat, and perform the necessities of a physical life. It was my soul, my higher self, which had been in a coma for years and still hadn’t recovered. When he began to wake up, he provided the energy and effort to get the body moving and healing as needed. Now, everything is fine and working as it should!

Speaking of my soul being in a coma, it’s interesting to think that, over the years, we all become so keen on neglecting our higher selves and our souls that the physical becomes the focus. Feeling and seeing have become secondary to physical temptations. The physical is just a temporary stage in our existence. It is the spiritual and higher aspects of ourselves that we must attend to so that we can ensure that we have the full life that we want now and later. The physical is never fulfilled, as once the glass is half full, if it is full, it wants a bigger glass. The physical knows only the need for survival. It is the “souler” who adds intelligence and creativity to living. The souler can fulfill himself in the simplest things and is determined to live the best he can be in every way.

Although it is a gift that they gave me — to come back and be — I must add that they should not try my trick at home. Crashing into a mountain, falling into a coma, and then dying is no way to spend the summer. Although Las Vegas has a hot summer, I could have simply gone to the lake for the time I spent sleeping. But, all that I have learned and felt now can be easily integrated into any life by simply stepping back and evaluating what is truly important. Let the soul come out and rule the physical! What does anything really mean to you? Who really means something to you? Where do you want to go?

In the end, it was not a miracle. It was the hardest, but most rewarding, experience of my life. It is an opportunity to create my heaven for my next visit. It is an opportunity to appreciate much more. It is an opportunity to give much more. It is an opportunity to be much more. It simply is!