A very short time before my father passed away, he told me over the phone, “Son, don’t worry. I’m not afraid to die.”
I was physically very far away from my father, when it happened. A close relative (who also passed away since) who was with him told me what happened, though.
He had seizures and went into a coma. His hair was said to have suddenly turned completely white then. After...I don’t remember...days, he awoke and told of what he had seen.
He said that he had been in an absolutely dark place, except that there were only mirrors all around him. No matter how far he looked, there were only mirrors. After he awoke, he told the relative that she had no face. He could see everything else, but there were no faces on her, the nurses or anyone. He reportedly appeared to be lucid, calm and unafraid.
The relative said that everything about him and the whole process gave her the creeps, and that she was afraid. Her reaction didn’t surprise me.
It didn’t bother me at all, though, and I understood.
Very interesting about your dad’s experience while in a coma, and what he saw after coming out.
If you don’t mind my asking, what is it that you understood?
It didn’t bother me at all, though, and I understood.
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Could you share your understanding?
Lewis wrote a book, Until We Have Faces