This happened on November 3rd or 4th, 2021 and I made sure to immediately write down what transpired so I’d never forget. In hindsight, I don’t think that I needed to because the experience has never left me. It still lingers within just as fresh and new as the moment it happened. From learning more about near-death experiences (NDE), I now know that isn’t what I’d experienced but it honestly felt like it at the time–like my soul accidently slipped out of my body in the middle of the night while asleep. Deeming it a non-NDE is not diminishing it in any way, there’s just a more suitable term for it: an STE or Spiritually Transformative Experience. These are like NDE’s but there is no close brush with death involved. So here’s what I wrote the morning after:
November 4th, 2021: Okay, I am foregoing my morning walk so that I can type this out before the memory leaves me. I don’t know about you but I certainly have wondered what it was like when someone dies and I think I was able to experience a taste of it last night. Or in the very least, I got a peek behind the veil or ventured into the matrix. No, I wasn’t smoking anything. I’m particularly sharing this because I know many of us are terrified of experiencing death but if it’s anything like this, there was no fear, just maybe a little confusion. So, here goes….I had a dream (or was it?) that I was no longer a body. I was no longer Jaime. There was nothing leading up to this. I was just me and then I wasn’t. Everything was black. Now when I say black, I truly mean the absence of all space, time, color, sound, everything. I was just matter. A particle. Conscious energy. I was “flying” above what I knew to be the world below me but I was being guided by quite literally a higher consciousness. This energy seemed to know exactly what I needed to do and was very loving and patient with my lack of flying skills. I often have flying dreams but this felt different. It felt extremely real. So there I was, a particle, flying in the blackness. I was worried that I would be cold but I was told that there was no weather where I was. I was above the weather. Then I wavered and doubted the experience so I rapidly began to descend. I passed through the weather and crashed into what was a pitch black body of water. Although I couldn’t feel wetness, I could feel the dense energy of water churning all around me. I looked up and saw millions of tiny pinpoints of light in the blackness that made up a cityscape. The white, glowing pinpoints looked like they were stippled onto an inky black canvas. It reminded me of being in a Lite-Brite but with no distance or dimension. Everything was as flat as paper. My guide could tell that I was lost and confused so they brought me closer to the lights. They explained that I crashed down because my memories were holding me there. My guide zoomed me even closer into a building and showed me how the stippling of light was extra thick in a certain area. They said that I added that layer because I had been there. I had walked in that place, on that floor. That extra layer of dots on the canvas was a part of the residue of my life experience that I added to the structure of the building. Then I was back in the water with a massive ship made of misty, stippled light bearing down on the minuscule particle that was me. My guide told me that I wasn’t going to be hurt but that I had to figure out how to fly again so that I could get out of there. They reassured me that I could because it was all in my mind. They could tell that I didn’t know how to be a particle so at one point they tried to reason with me by advising that I flap my wings (being a mere particle, I had none) because they knew that’s the only thing that I could still relate to. Then….my cat began jumping on my face to wake me up so I apparently was called back to my earthly duties of filling the cat dish and scooping the litter box.
The Unmaker 