Life at Death – Dr Kenneth Ring

The first thing I remember was a tremendous rushing sound, a tremendous... It's very hard to find the right words to describe.  The closest thing that I could possibly associate with it is possibly the sound of a tornado – a tremendous gushing wind, but almost pulling me.  And I was being pulled into a narrow point from a wide area  - like a funnel – and it was nothing painful.  There was nothing frightening about it.  It was just something that I felt I gave myself into completely.  And it felt good.

Then suddenly, I saw my mother, who had died about nine years ago.  And she was sitting – she always used to sit in her rocker, you know – she was smiling and she just sat there looking at me and she said to me in Hungarian [the language her mother used when alive] 'Well, we've been waiting for you.  We've been expecting you.  Your father's here and we're going to help you'.

And all I felt was a tremendous kind of happiness, of pleasure, of comfort.  And then somehow she took me by the hand and she took me somewhere and all I could see was marble all around me; it was marble.  It looked like marble; but it was very beautiful.  And I could hear beautiful music; I can't tell you what kind, because I never heard anything like it before... it sounds – I could describe it as a combination of vibrations, many vibrations.

Interviewer:  How did the music make you feel?

Oooooh so good.  The whole place was just very good, very happy, very warm, very peaceful, very comforting, very – I've never known that feeling in my whole life.

Yet somehow I was never right there with my mother.  She was always at a distance.  And she seemed to be just smiling and saying or implying.

'Wait'.