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What happens after death : dear Sara Luce, my pre death experience is different from other stories because of the dynamics of it. For this reason, I feel twice as privileged; first of all for the experience itself, and then because it did not take place in a traumatic setting.


I was 14 years old, every week I used to buy the magazine “Sorrisi e canzoni”, where I would always read the movie reviews. One day they were advertising a movie that was about to be released shortly in movie theaters. Then one day I had a dream.


I found myself in a large movie theater with metal walls, dimmed lighting, there were other people (or better said BODIES), suspended in the emptiness of the room, I was being held up by threads attached to the ceiling. We were naked with our genitals covered up. WE WERE ALL IN A COMA! .... I was very perplexed by the dream, and shocked … I did not understand …. it seemed so real …..


The following days I still had the same scene in front of my eyes, very clearly …. I told my dream to my family …. the wonder was so much that I felt the need to share it …. but when I did share it, I received nothing but some smirks. Nothing special …. I just thought that I had had a dream ….


About three weeks went by … as I bought my usual magazine and flicked through the cinema section I saw in front of me a picture: the very same scene that I had dreamed of a month earlier!


Instinctively, before I even read the details, I thought aloud: BUT I AM IN THIS TOO! ... how was that possible! I started to read the details … that picture was a scene from the movie ‘DEEP COMA’ … I started getting anxious …. my only thought was of going to the movie theater to watch that movie ….


Four months earlier I had met a boy (who would later became my husband) and I showed him the section of the magazine in question, telling him “You see this, I dreamed of this!”, but he just looked at me … and from his look I realized that he was thinking that I was not all right in my head …. after all, I was just a young girl and he was ten years older than me … I begged him for us to go and watch that movie.


I remember that we went to the town of Caserta, Italy, where they had just opened a very large brand new movie theater … the movie started … I was anxious … I knew that at any given time I would see the famous scene that I had in my dream, and that in a way I was going to see myself … well, the scene did arrive! In that precise moment, I felt I was being dragged outside of my body … I was leaving my body … I was going somewhere …. I WAS DYING! ... I was barely able to touch the arm of my friend who was seated to my left. I whispered his name …


BUT I WAS NO LONGER THERE!! ... I saw the movie of my own life I had lived so far, passing very fast in front of me … I found myself in a dark tunnel where at the end of the tunnel there was a light of an amazing brightness … I felt a sense of peace … of serendipity ... happiness …. I could hear a music transporting me …. I was so happy! ... I did not have a body, mine was seated in a chair next to my friend, who was trying to revive me with a glass of water, thinking that I had passed out … but it was not the case. And I did not care. I was dead! I had left my body ….


While I was going forward in the tunnel, toward that fantastic light for which I do not believe we even have adjectives that could describe it, I met some people …. I believe they were some women …. I did not see them physically … but they were there, watching me … almost amused, I might add …. they were like entities … I don’t know if they were Angels … I noticed that they communicated, we were talking to each other, without actually doing so physically .. there was nothing material there … I was intoxicated with the peace I got from that state of being … I was convinced that I was going to stay there. I was so happy! It was absolute bliss, and I wanted to stay there! ...


While I was trying to move forward toward the light, I was stopped … at one point I was asked: DO YOU WANT TO GO, OR DO YOU WANT TO STAY? … I hesitated … I wanted to stay! but then I remembered something, and I said: I SHALL GO … I HAVE TO GET MARRIED TO E. ... and I told them the name of my friend.


In that precise moment I reentered my body …. I drank the water that the boy had been patiently offering me, and some other person was also trying to make me drink … I was sad, shocked …. I was suddenly really cold and I started to shake uncontrollably … I felt disheartened … I did not want to return … but I said I had to … why on earth did I say that? ... I had only known that boy for four months …. and he was 10 years older than me!


We left the movie theater with my teeth still chattering from the cold … my friend covered me with his own jacket, but the cold was overwhelming! ... I did not say a word, nothing of what I had just experienced … I only asked how long had we been outside of the theater, and after how long I came to. With much amazement, I learned that it had been about 10 minutes. INCREDIBLE! I had lived all that in just 10 minutes! ...


Days went by … months … I could not explain to myself what had happened! My friend E. and I became a couple, and we married four years later. My engagement was not a very happy one, not even the marriage really … now I was older, an adult, and I had also become a mother.


I always thought of that experience, I would have done anything to relive it! Now I wanted to understand why I married and continued to be next to a person who made me suffer so much! ... but I kept answering to myself that I had made that decision, even though it did not make sense.


I started to do some research … reading books that talked about my experience. I realized that other people also experienced the same. With the difference that their experience took place in dramatic circumstances. WHILE IN A COMA! But mine was a virtual coma …. in everything I read I found confirmation of what are my thoughts today. And I can say that I stopped reading about it, because even if it happened again today, I already know! And this also makes me reflect a lot! .... I even met a spiritual father who explained to me that the dream was just a divine excuse to live what I had lived! He defined my experience as an astral journey, of which I know nothing …. all I know is that I died and came back. And that death does not exist!


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