Out of the Body experience.

The next experience happened a little more than a year later, I was five years old when I had to go into hospital to have my tonsils removed. It was very common for kids to have their tonsils removed, especially if they had had a number of sore throats and infections. I was admitted to the Canal Hospital as it was called, although I don't think that was its actual name. I recall that while there my mum visited and brought me one of those small boxes that contained paper and envelopes to write on. I had my operation and everything seemed to be okay. The day came for me to go home, they had an area where all the kids who were going home sat and waited to be told they could leave with their parent or parents who had come to collect them. There were those tiny chairs for us to sit on, there were probably four or five of us waiting. We were all being quite talkative, excited to be leaving the hospital. I recall our conversation we were talking about cowboys and Indians, I know I spoke up and said that I knew my dad was the bravest because he could beat any cowboy or indian. Shortly after my mum arrived to take me home, the nurse came and spoke to her, but she looked at me and said to my mum that I looked extremely white. I know she asked me if I had been to the toilet, and I told her that yes I had but it was really red. The next thing I remember was having a mask put over my face and being told to go to sleep. Apparently I was very lucky not to have gone home as I had been haemorrhaging and was very close to having died.

The next thing I remembered was being back on the ward, there was myself in one cot, and a little boy in another cot, we were put directly behind the nurses station behind a big glass window where they could keep a constant watch over us. To the nurses we both looked as though we were out to it, but to myself and the little boy we were out of our bodies and having heaps of fun playing hide and seek around the whole ward. There were a lot of hiding places, we seemed to play for a while when all of a sudden there was this beautiful white light appeared from what looked like a tunnel. When I looked two men appeared from the tunnel and approached us, they kind of looked like the pictures of Jesus I had seen. They spoke to the young boy and said that he was to go with them. The light was so beautiful that I said I wanted to go too. I got a bit upset when they said it was not my time to go yet and I was immediately back in my body. I awoke and started to cry "a lot" and the nurses were very concerned. I just kept saying that the little boy had gone, they called for the doctor who came and he calmed me down and asked me what I meant. When I explained what had happened they finally checked on the little boy who

had passed away. They quickly removed his cot. I do remember the looks on their faces though. To be continued.