Philippines, search on it and you will find some weird stories. There is even on province or place here wherein most of the people do witch craft, alternative/faith healing, etc.
What Does it Feel Like to (Almost) Die?
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Philippines, search on it and you will find some weird stories. There is even on province or place here wherein most of the people do witch craft, alternative/faith healing, etc.
You never know
Some do it out of envy, others do it out revenge. Even if you are good to some people, you can be a target out of envy. If you have been bad, you can also be a target because of revenge.It's hard to believe coz you seldom hear stories like these but they do happen in some parts of the world not on developed and first world countries.
At a concert about 12 years ago - NIN and APC - a few songs into NIN's set there were some people down in the pit pushing people hard... well, people push back... pretty quick the whole mass was moving 20-30 feet in one direction, then back in the other. People were packed so tight you couldn't move your arms or legs - totally at the mercy of the movement of crowd, which was rapidly getting out of control. I was right down in the middle of all this, mind. At some point I was no longer touching the ground, that's how jam-packed it was. Inevitably the crowd started losing its collective balance... once you started losing your balance, there wasn't much you could do - your legs are literally pinned and besides that, the ground below your center of balance, where you'd normally stick your foot to catch yourself, is completely filled up with bodies/limbs of the people around/behind you. People started grabbing the person in front of them to keep from falling... which of course only pulled them down faster. Total clusterfuck. I remember the guy next to me, obviously in a state of panic, screaming how he was going to die. Strangely, my only thought at the time was how I could help him. Of course, I was in exactly the same predicament.
So this huge mass of people is losing its collective balance, in slow motion, people are screaming, panicking. I'm right in there, in the thick of it, and slowly but surely... going under. Bodies falling on top of me, hands grabbing, pulling me down from behind. Dark shapes - bodies and body parts - filled up my field of vision until they blocked out the light completely. The air was thick, warm, moist. I was being crushed - simply drawing a breath was taking its toll on my rapidly diminishing strength. I remember thinking how distinctly hellish this seemed (imagine this happening while NIN is pulsating around you). I was at the bottom now; pressed right up against the concrete, the full weight of countless bodies above me, every breath a labor. The sounds of the concert and the crowd dulled to a muted chaos around me. I had one arm I'd managed to keep above me, up through the tangled mass of limbs. The only part of me not rendered immobile by the sheer crushing weight. I used my free hand to try to get the attention of those above me - tapping them, letting them know, hey, there's someone down here, probably being crushed to death.
Around about this time I was thinking maybe this is how I was going to die... and I guess I was okay with that. And then I said, or thought, to myself, simply, "please help me through this." There was really nothing I could do, so I just relaxed and focused on what little breathing I could manage. I left it up to fate/the universe/chance/FSM and let whatever was going to happen, happen. And then there was a sense of fading to blackness. It didn't seem frightening to me, more like falling asleep, or gently passing out. The sounds and sensations started to become more and more distant.
I don't think I ever quite completely lost consciousness, though I was definitely close. After another minute or two, the crowd rapidly started clearing off. I think the band had actually stopped playing at this point. It seems like I vaguely remember Trent saying something about not wanting anyone to get hurt/killed. I found myself lying on the ground in a small clearing of people in the crowd looking up at some girl, who was shouting at me if I was okay. I was dazed and exhausted, but she managed to help me stand up. She was asking me if I needed to get out of there (the pit); didn't take more than a moment of reflection to nod to her that yes, that would probably be a good idea. I could barely stand at that point. Unfortunately for me, the band decided to start right back up and the girl was quickly helpless to do much for me in the sudden crush and chaos of re-energized mosh pit. Ah well, she tried to help. I never got a chance to thank her - always wished I could've.
So winding this up - I still needed to get out of there. Looked around and there was a fairly large guy behind me: I tapped him on the chest, and pointed up. Dutifully, he backed up, clamped his hands together and bent down, allowing me to get a boost up on top of the crowd. Rode the crowd to the front (I was already pretty close), and got pulled off by the event staff into the security area in front of the stage. Quick exit to the right, stumbled out on to the grass, collapsed, and vomited shortly thereafter. Eventually made my way around to the back and watched the remainder of the show from a nice, safe, mellow place.
Came out relatively unscathed, all things considered. A few bruises, some burst capillaries in my face, a rib that hurt for a few weeks after.
So that's the story. I'm not sure I could have gotten too much closer to death while remembering anything more or... not coming back. For me, in this situation, it was a surprisingly easy, calm thing. A simple fading out of consciousness. I'm sure it could've been a lot worse if it had been prolonged or painful (I was in more discomfort than pain, even while being crushed and barely able to breathe), or if I had been struggling or afraid. But no NDE or anything like that. Changed my life? Nah, not really. Except I haven't felt the desire to venture into a mosh pit since.
This was at The Gorge in Washington state BTW, a gorgeous outdoor venue I highly recommend going to if you ever have the chance. Just make sure to bring proper clothing/sleeping gear if you plan on spending the night there - it gets pretty cold.
tl;dr: crushed under a pile of people at a concert, started 'fading out,' could've very easily died in another couple of minutes.
So this huge mass of people is losing its collective balance, in slow motion, people are screaming, panicking. I'm right in there, in the thick of it, and slowly but surely... going under. Bodies falling on top of me, hands grabbing, pulling me down from behind. Dark shapes - bodies and body parts - filled up my field of vision until they blocked out the light completely. The air was thick, warm, moist. I was being crushed - simply drawing a breath was taking its toll on my rapidly diminishing strength. I remember thinking how distinctly hellish this seemed (imagine this happening while NIN is pulsating around you). I was at the bottom now; pressed right up against the concrete, the full weight of countless bodies above me, every breath a labor. The sounds of the concert and the crowd dulled to a muted chaos around me. I had one arm I'd managed to keep above me, up through the tangled mass of limbs. The only part of me not rendered immobile by the sheer crushing weight. I used my free hand to try to get the attention of those above me - tapping them, letting them know, hey, there's someone down here, probably being crushed to death.
Around about this time I was thinking maybe this is how I was going to die... and I guess I was okay with that. And then I said, or thought, to myself, simply, "please help me through this." There was really nothing I could do, so I just relaxed and focused on what little breathing I could manage. I left it up to fate/the universe/chance/FSM and let whatever was going to happen, happen. And then there was a sense of fading to blackness. It didn't seem frightening to me, more like falling asleep, or gently passing out. The sounds and sensations started to become more and more distant.
I don't think I ever quite completely lost consciousness, though I was definitely close. After another minute or two, the crowd rapidly started clearing off. I think the band had actually stopped playing at this point. It seems like I vaguely remember Trent saying something about not wanting anyone to get hurt/killed. I found myself lying on the ground in a small clearing of people in the crowd looking up at some girl, who was shouting at me if I was okay. I was dazed and exhausted, but she managed to help me stand up. She was asking me if I needed to get out of there (the pit); didn't take more than a moment of reflection to nod to her that yes, that would probably be a good idea. I could barely stand at that point. Unfortunately for me, the band decided to start right back up and the girl was quickly helpless to do much for me in the sudden crush and chaos of re-energized mosh pit. Ah well, she tried to help. I never got a chance to thank her - always wished I could've.
So winding this up - I still needed to get out of there. Looked around and there was a fairly large guy behind me: I tapped him on the chest, and pointed up. Dutifully, he backed up, clamped his hands together and bent down, allowing me to get a boost up on top of the crowd. Rode the crowd to the front (I was already pretty close), and got pulled off by the event staff into the security area in front of the stage. Quick exit to the right, stumbled out on to the grass, collapsed, and vomited shortly thereafter. Eventually made my way around to the back and watched the remainder of the show from a nice, safe, mellow place.
Came out relatively unscathed, all things considered. A few bruises, some burst capillaries in my face, a rib that hurt for a few weeks after.
So that's the story. I'm not sure I could have gotten too much closer to death while remembering anything more or... not coming back. For me, in this situation, it was a surprisingly easy, calm thing. A simple fading out of consciousness. I'm sure it could've been a lot worse if it had been prolonged or painful (I was in more discomfort than pain, even while being crushed and barely able to breathe), or if I had been struggling or afraid. But no NDE or anything like that. Changed my life? Nah, not really. Except I haven't felt the desire to venture into a mosh pit since.
This was at The Gorge in Washington state BTW, a gorgeous outdoor venue I highly recommend going to if you ever have the chance. Just make sure to bring proper clothing/sleeping gear if you plan on spending the night there - it gets pretty cold.
tl;dr: crushed under a pile of people at a concert, started 'fading out,' could've very easily died in another couple of minutes.
To see is to believe. This is my story
I am just glad I am still breathing until now.
It may have a certain effect if you believe in it too. I remember years ago reading an article about voodoo in the Caribbean, and even scientifically minded obervers agreed that it sometimes seems to work when the victim also genuinely believes that it will. He must be made aware that someone is trying to use black magic on him for it to have any effect. Something related to the placebo effect, as I recall, and not all that mysterious.
You never know
It's hard to believe coz you seldom hear stories like these but they do happen in some parts of the world not on developed and first world countries.
That has got to be the dumbest thing I've read on WF.
Believing in god is one thing, but this? SMH
p/s: do they teach Science in the PH?
ive came "close enough" for myself several times. Mainly involving almost drowning to taking too much of a certain med. Nothing like what you guys experience, but I dont want to go further.
Actually, that's not true.
The power of suggestion is Very real. Couple this with mass hysteria and you can have a very powerful influence on people.
Fear and imagination exist and have caused actual physical suffering.
Yeah you are right, but that's not what I meant
Purple fairies can kill people if they believe they will but its not the fairies that kill people its the people themselves.
I'm not an employee of yours but I've got a voodoo doll of you, I put a Steelers jersey on him with a terrible towel as a bandana....
I've had the whole ego death experience on mushrooms and LSD. It goes beyond intense into an experience of an entirely different nature altogether. No way to describe.
I nearly died when I was 4. Apparently.
I fell into a chest freezer once I learned the Ice lollies were in there and made a beeline for one. The chest door shut on me and I was missing for around 20 minutes. I got told this story so I'm not sure how much of it was true. But eventually my mum heard me crying and looked inside to find me dying of pneumonia or whatever.
Got knocked down by a car that same year too. I was epic at 4.
I fell into a chest freezer once I learned the Ice lollies were in there and made a beeline for one. The chest door shut on me and I was missing for around 20 minutes. I got told this story so I'm not sure how much of it was true. But eventually my mum heard me crying and looked inside to find me dying of pneumonia or whatever.
Got knocked down by a car that same year too. I was epic at 4.
When I was using drugs still, I totaled my car (I'm talking TOTALED) 4 times - all being near death experiences. One time the airbags did not even deploy as I hit an electric pole going upwards of 55~ mph.
What I can tell you is that it feels great to be alive now, and I'm a blessed guy for being given a 2nd (or 5th) chance.
What I can tell you is that it feels great to be alive now, and I'm a blessed guy for being given a 2nd (or 5th) chance.
I've actually been closer to death than this, but the TIA I had last year was the scariest shit I think I've ever experienced. Nothing in my body was "responding" to my brain for a couple of minutes, and I coulnd't keep my thoughts cohesive enough to keep track of what the hell was going on.
At the time I concluded I needed a nap -- did I mention that my brain wasn't really tracking shit? -- so I stumbled on back to the bedroom and flopped down like a fish. I was sweating like a pig, my ears were rushing, and laying there couldn't think of anything except the worst thing imaginable, that I'd had a brain anuerysm like my father did and I was going to end up a vegetable. I'd seriously rather die.
I came to a while later, and felt at least good enough to get up and try to retrace what had happened, and went to a doctor the following morning. I've had an "adventurous" life to say the least, and have been in accidents, fights and acts of random carelessness that took me far closer to death than I was that day, but the feeling that I had lost control of my body and that my conscious awareness was "fading" was simply the freakiest, scariest thing I've ever experienced.
Frank
PS. FerrisHilton owns this thread. Sideswiping, like a boss.
At the time I concluded I needed a nap -- did I mention that my brain wasn't really tracking shit? -- so I stumbled on back to the bedroom and flopped down like a fish. I was sweating like a pig, my ears were rushing, and laying there couldn't think of anything except the worst thing imaginable, that I'd had a brain anuerysm like my father did and I was going to end up a vegetable. I'd seriously rather die.
I came to a while later, and felt at least good enough to get up and try to retrace what had happened, and went to a doctor the following morning. I've had an "adventurous" life to say the least, and have been in accidents, fights and acts of random carelessness that took me far closer to death than I was that day, but the feeling that I had lost control of my body and that my conscious awareness was "fading" was simply the freakiest, scariest thing I've ever experienced.
Frank
PS. FerrisHilton owns this thread. Sideswiping, like a boss.