This is the account
of an Australian man named John Lewis, who had a ‘Near Death
Experience’ (NDE) or what I would call an ‘experience of the Self.’ It is quite unusual in that he makes the
connection between the experience and his understanding of who he is. He says,
“The after‑effects
of the experience, however, were dramatic indeed, and I have found no account
of anything comparable in the Near Death Experience literature. I have been
left with a change of consciousness so palpable that in the early days I kept
putting my hand up to the back of my head, feeling for all the world as if the
doctors had removed the top of my skull and exposed my brain to the infinite
darkness of space. In fact the Living
Void…which I prefer to call Eternity or Deep Heaven…is still with me as a kind of background to my
consciousness. The effect is that I
experience everything, including this seventy-something‑year‑old
body‑mind, as a continuous outpouring of Being,
wherein every part is simultaneously the whole, manifesting afresh moment by
moment from that infinite Dark.
As "John"
I seem to have no separate existence, but am simply the Void knowing itself in
manifestation, and in that process of continuous creation everything seems to
celebrate coming into being with a shout of joy…"Behold, it is very
good!" Yet the experience is in no
sense a high, for its feeling‑tone is one of gentle equanimity. My
impression is rather that I am now knowing the true
ordinariness of everything for the first time, and that what I used to call
normal consciousness was in fact clouded.
I still slip back
into that old clouded state frequently, but this is not a process of
"coming down." What happens is
something I would have found unbelievable had I heard of it second‑hand,
namely, I again and again simply forget about The
I think this is what is meant by the
mystical notion that so‑called normal human life is really a state of
chronic forgetfulness of "who we really are," and I suppose my NDE
must somehow have shocked me into recognizing my identity with Eternity, with
the result that my forgetfulness is now spasmodic rather than chronic. Needless
to say, I was bowled over by all this at first, and spent many weeks coming to
terms with it, during which I found that the new consciousness did not seem to
demand any drastic changes of life‑style. In keeping with its sense of utter
ordinariness, I remained recognizably John, and neither my tendency to drift
out of the new consciousness nor my ability to click back into it seemed
affected in any way by variations in diet, environment, or activities such as
meditation.