I Can See! Omnidirectional Awareness During NDEs
Updated: Feb 11
How is it possible for surgical patients, declared clinically dead in the OR, to see? Yet, nearly all near-death experiencers (those who have been declared clinically dead prior to resuscitation) report having greater than 360% vision!
Normal human vision (360%) refers to two-dimensional sight. Yet, NDErs report having spherical, three-dimensional visual awareness, simultaneously in all directions-forward, backward, right, left, above, and below! Amazing, and nearly impossible to imagine.
Several NDErs share their astounding visual experiences:
I will never forget the look on the surgeon’s face when I told him that I went through the out-of-body experience during the operation. I then asked the surgeon whether he was sitting on a green stool with a white top on it. He replied “Yes.” He then said, “But you could not have seen that from where you were lying on the operating table.” I then said to him that I did not see that from where I was lying, but that I had seen it from where I was detached from my body looking down from above during this NDE phenomenon. This remark caused an even stranger look on his face. *
I could see everything. And I do mean everything! I could see the top of the light on the ceiling, and the underside of the stretcher. I could see the tiles on the ceiling and tiles on the floor, simultaneously. Three hundred sixty degree spherical vision. And not just spherical. Detailed! I could see every single hair and follicle out of which it grew on the head of the nurse standing beside the stretcher. At the time I knew exactly how many hairs there were to look at.*
Unfortunately, most traditional surgeons refuse to accept the validity of patient claims-even when the patient himself is a physician!
The following description is related by Dr. Rajiv Parti, former chief anesthetist at Bakersfield Heart Hospital in California, during his own NDE:
Are you ready?" asked the surgeon. He waved his gloved hand at the anesthetist, and I was asleep before I could answer. I felt myself zooming straight up, as if in a lift. It was the same feeling you get in the pit of the stomach when you’re rocketing to the 20th floor of a skyscraper.
Then I looked down and saw my own abdomen, now with several incisions. I heard the anesthetist make an off-colour joke. I won't repeat it, but everyone in the operating theatre laughed, including me.
But where was I? For a few moments, I froze with fright, worried that whatever was holding me up on the ceiling would suddenly let me drop. Eventually, though, I relaxed, watching in rapt amazement as the surgeons and nurses worked on my body.
"Is that really me, or is this really me?" I wondered. "How can I be in both places at once?"
I was so focused on them that the sudden sound of instruments clanking in the operating theatre gave me a start. Turning my head to the left, I found I could still see and hear the scene below me.
"This guy's a mess. He's lucky to be here. Give me more swabs," said the surgeon to a nurse.
I was now seriously frightened. What was going on? Would my untethered consciousness ever get back into my body - or was I destined to roam through eternity as a spirit?
I was in the recovery room. My heart was beating hard and my lungs pumping double time.
"How do you feel?" It was the anesthetist, still in his scrubs. "That was a rough one," he said, referring to my surgery.
I must have looked stunned, because when I didn't respond, the anesthetist leaned closer. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"I saw you during my surgery," I said. "I left my body and watched you from the ceiling."
"Interesting," he said, his voice a study in disinterest.
"No, really. I watched as you administered the anesthetic and even heard you tell a joke." I repeated his risque joke, word for word, and he blushed.
"I must not have given you enough anesthesia," he said, looking hard at my file in order to avoid meeting my gaze.
I wasn't about to be fobbed off. As one professional to another, I was determined to tell him exactly what I'd seen. "Very interesting," he said. "I'll come back later to hear about it."
I never saw him again.
When the surgeon came in to check on me, I started recounting my out-of-body experience all over again, and this time got all the way to the tunnel entrance.
At that point, he reached for his phone - which wasn't ringing. Then he excused himself by saying he had an "important call". **
After his NDE, Dr. Parti resigned from Bakersfield Heart Hospital, establishing a new practice to heal people though meditation and other alternative methods.
*Lessons from the Light: What We Can Learn from the Near-death Experience by Kenneth Ring and Evelyn Valarino (2006)
** Dying To Wake Up by Dr Rajiv Parti (2016)
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