- 15 - When I was told that I had to return to my body, back to this martyred, ailing shell I had left behind in the hospital in Florida, I vehemently objected. I stood in front of a door. I knew that if I walked through it, I would be back to where I had come from. I decided to not move an inch. I stemmed my feet against the door frame like a stubborn child and thrashed wildly about myself. I suddenly felt myself plummeting as if I was falling through empty space. I opened my eyes and looked straight at the face of a nurse. I had been in a coma for over two weeks.” With this kind of report one can naturally argue about whether one is dealing with feverish fantasies or with an experience based on real events. Even if one assumes the latter, and a lot speaks for it, namely that it wasn’t a feverish dream (because they usually run in a confused and disharmonious fashion) and if one continues with bringing the statements made by Mrs. Kübler-Ross and other authors that aim in the same direction into the equation, one must not generalise such reports. Death can be a peaceful and pleasant experience, but it must not necessarily be so. I know from lots of conversations with the deceased and from reports of other authors, that those that crossed over often had completely different experiences. They sometimes do not even notice that they have died, particularly if they had not believed in their survival after their demise. As they are still in possession of their personality, their sensory perceptions and even the ability to think (even if often only to a limited degree) they believe that they must still be living on Earth. They are however surprised and annoyed that none of the relatives they left behind take any notice of them. They find it strange that they can suddenly walk through closed doors, but due to their diminished cognitive ability it never enters their mind that they had died in the meantime. We will deal with these kinds of cases later. Some of these types of deceased human beings are at times still so involved with the Earth that they produce hauntings or cases of possessions. I already talked about such a case in the book “Der Tod, die Brücke zu neuem Leben” (17) in regards to the deceased judge and former Brigadier General McGowen (examined by Professor Hans Holzer, USA) The next, following reports is about the death experience of a British soldier by the name of Dowding¸ who died during the First World War. He give his narration via the medium Mr. Tudor-Pole and he reported (15, P. 414): “…as you can see, I report this ‘important’ event in a hurry; it was important to me at one time, but it is of no real importance now. We do indeed overestimate the importance of earthly things! I was afraid that I could be killed and I was sure that it would mean the extinction of my life. There are lots of people that still believe that this is so. But as the extinction of my life did not eventuate I would like to talk to you. Physical death means nothing. There really is no reason for fear. Some of my comrades were sad about my death. When I died they thought I was dead forever. But what really happened is as follows (I do remember exactly what happened): I waited at the corner of a crossroad ready to stand guard. It was a beautiful evening. I had no special sense of approaching danger until I heard the whiz of a grenade. This was followed by an explosion somewhere behind me. I spontaneously cowered close to the ground, but it was too late. Something hit my neck very hard. Will I ever be able to forget this blow? This was the only uncomfortable thing about the whole incident that I can remember. I fell to the ground and found myself – obviously without an interval of unconsciousness – outside of my body! As you can see, I am telling my story in a simple form so that you can easier understand it. You can see from that what an unimportant event death really is. Now imagine this! One moment I was alive in a terrestrial sense and looking over the parapet of a trench, at ease and natural. Five seconds later I am outside of my body and helped my comrades to carry my body through the maze of trenches to a dressing station… I seemed to dream. I dreamt that somebody or something had thrown me to the ground. And I now dreamt that I was outside of my body. ‘Soon’ I thought, I will wake up and find myself back in the cross passage, ready to keep guard.” Soldier Dowling said later: “When I was still living in my physical body I never gave it much thought. I knew very little about physiology. Now, that I live under different conditions I do not really want to accurately know how I can make myself understood. What I mean is that I am obviously in some kind of body, but I can
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