I really hate to split hairs here, but this is one of my pet peeves....if you had died in 1979 you'd still be dead. I suspect that your heart stopped for a period of time and you were resuscitated by a good group of doctors. Most experts agree dead is a pretty perminant state.
In any case, I'm glad you're still with us.
Absolutely. I agree. That is what happened. And thank you. Your opinion may change of me after this post, but I appreciate the glad thought above in the moment you wrote it.
Unless you're really interested in what happened to me, most of you can skip what I'm about to write. It's merely my personal experience.
Here's what happened to me. When I regained consciousness in the hospital 12 hours after the motorcycle accident, I knew three things. Understand, when I say I "knew" three things, it was the same "knowing" as my own name. They were the only thoughts in my "state of shock" mind as I woke up. Their presence felt incredibly curious and glaringly obvious.
First, I knew that that I'd been someplace else and returned. Don't bother asking for details where I went because they are sketchy at best. All I really remember is a bright light, loving questions without judgment, and a peace beyond description.
Second, I knew there was (is) a God, but not the man on the throne. I was a confirmed agnostic before hitting the wall of a cement culvert on my motorcycle at 125mph. When I woke up in the hospital, my understanding was completely different. I'd knew I'd had an encounter with a higher presence and that in our human state we are absolutely incapable of conceiving of God's nature. Unconditional love is as close as we can get and it doesn't matter whether you believe in God or not. If you can feel love, you've touched an atom of God.
Third, I knew I was alive for a purpose, but the knowledge of what that purpose is I was not allowed to bring back with me. In fact, when I was in the "somewhere else" place, I had access to the all the answers to any questions I could ask. I was not allowed to bring those answers back either, but like my quote in my profile says, ask any question and the answer will find you. My family has all learned to do it, but it is easy for them to forget asking the question. It is fun when you remember though and the answer appears. I have a ball asking questions and watching for the answer(s).
I spent years in churches of many denominations attempting to understand what I had experienced. There were no answers there. They're close, but their focus is all wrong. Once they move away from unconditional love, embracing one's true nature, and sharing one's abilities to create, they falter. Religious dogma, judgement of anyone/anything, sin/grace, whatever are merely human contraptions that cloud our individual purpose. I don't fault religions. They're human institutions like legal systems, politics, corporations. They may claim divine access, but we can all do exactly the same thing as we search for answers about ourselves.
So that's what happened to me. My life changed because of what I experienced. Each of you who read what I wrote has formed an opinion of me based upon what you've experienced in your life. What you believe about what I wrote is the absolute truth for you as an individual. Whether positive or negative, it really doesn't matter to me. We each believe as we do as a result of the sum total of our experiences. I am what I am. You are what you are. And that's perfect.
Now, let's get back to discussing split fins vs blades, DCS issues, dry vs wet, you know, SCUBA stuff!