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from NDE Research Foundation - Robyn F NDE 

EXPERIENCE DESCRIPTION:

It's complicated. But the facts are I told my husband I wanted a divorce and he decided to kill me. Apparently he had planned it out for a long time so that when the time came that I "rejected" him he was able to act quickly. Our three children were spending the night next door, so after several hours of talking with him in our home I got up to go next door and stay with the children. It was 3:00 in the morning. I made it as far as the front door when he bolted in front of me and locked the door. He pinned my arms behind my back and dragged me into our bedroom, threw me on the bed and then climbed on top of me and sat across my abdomen.

As I looked up at him I saw something shiny in his right hand. As the shiny object came down towards my face I thrust my left hand up to block the object. It was the brand new pair of 8-inch sewing shears I had just bought a few days before. All I knew was that the object had to be stopped - without even realizing yet that it was a pair of scissors and that I had grabbed the open blade. We struggled for control of the object in his right hand and as I had a death grip on it he finally had to rip it from my grasp. As he did this the blade of the scissors severed all the nerves and tendons in my left hand so that my hand collapsed to the bed useless. I screamed but no one could hear me. I knew that no one would be coming to save me. When I looked at his face I could see the rage as he held the scissors high above his head again - this time my hand was useless to defend myself.

He then proceeded to furiously chop off my waist-length blond hair. In the process of bringing the scissors so close to my scalp he stabbed me in the top of my head. When he finished chopping off all my hair and flinging it out into the air everywhere, he then pinned my arms behind my back again and dragged me into the master bathroom. He closed and locked the door, looked at me and grinned. I said, "What are you going to do to me?" He answered, "I'm going to shave your f#&^ing head." He then proceeded to cover my head with shaving cream. When he raked the single edge razor across the top of my head we then both discovered that I had been stabbed because blood spurted out two feet and covered the wall-size mirror that I was facing. This infuriated him because he had to clean all the blood off the mirror so he could carry out the rest of his plan - which included having me watch what he was doing in the mirror. He did, in fact, shave my entire head - which took about an hour. During that hour I bled profusely from the head stab wound and I had to watch as he emptied sink-fulls of bloodied water down the drain. I finally reached a point toward the end of the hour when I could not stand up anymore. My legs were weak and I knew I was going to pass out.

I then told him I could not stand up. He responded, "Go ahead and lay down on the floor because you're dead, bitch, no matter what." During that hour he had already told me exactly what he was going to do to me. Besides telling me that he was going to cut off my nose and breasts, his final plan was to light me on fire with gasoline. I knew that he had a 5-gallon can in the garage. During the hour I had been praying, "Please Dear God, Let this cup pass from me...No one is coming to save me, no one heard me scream, no one..." It was at this point that I "knew" I was in two places at the same time. I left my body and passed through a tunnel of light which took me to a door of brilliant light. The door opened. I knelt down (and saw that I was dressed in a dark robe of some sort). As I knelt I looked up to see Jesus in front of me nailed to the cross. He looked down directly into my eyes. I've never seen eyes like those before or since. As he looked into my eyes I asked him, without speaking words, "What do I do?" He answered without speaking words, "Forgive him." As he "said" the words it was done. The forgiveness happened in that very instant.

I was returned fully to my body in the bathroom but everything had changed, and I knew this. While I was "gone" my husband had continued shaving my head so that now there was only one inch left to shave. I opened my mouth and started to speak...using words that I did not consciously choose or have any control over whatsoever. The first words that came out of my mouth were "The water will make everything okay." When I said the word "water" I noticed that he put the razorblade down and seemed to almost go into a trance. He stared at himself in the mirror as if waiting for my next words. I repeated again, "Everything's okay. The water will heal everything." He continued staring into the mirror, waiting. I then instructed him to take off his clothes and get into the shower. Because of the stab wound in my head my white blouse and blue skirt had gotten covered in blood. Blood had even dripped down my skirt, down my legs and into the calf-high leather boots I was wearing. Consequently my husband had already ripped off all my clothes so he wouldn't have to look at the blood, so I had been naked throughout most of the ordeal.

At this point I told him to take off his clothes. He continued staring off into space as he unbuttoned his shirt and took off his blue jeans. I then repeated again, "The water will make everything alright." I reached over with my good hand, the right one, and turned on the water in the tub. I felt the temperature of the water and it was warm, not hot. I pulled up the nozzle to turn on the shower and reached up and aimed the shower head so it pointed toward the back of the shower. I opened the shower door wide and motioned for him to climb in. He did. He stood at the back of the shower so that the water was hitting him at the nape of his neck. I climbed in the shower behind him and continued repeating, "Everything's okay. The water will heal everything." As the water poured down his back he placed his hands with palms against the back of the shower tile wall high above his head, almost as a person surrendering would do, and he repeated three times, "I know this is a trick, I know this is a trick, I know this is a trick." I answered very softly, "No, no, no, the water is healing everything."

As I stood there within inches of his back I knew I was waiting for the final word - the word that would free me. I knew a word was coming that would save me. I could feel the heartbeat of the world in the room, and the heartbeat got so strong that it felt like the room would explode. The explosion came in one word, "NOW!" When the word came I threw open the shower door, jumped from the shower, unlocked the bathroom door and ran, down the long hallway from the master bedroom to the other side of the house, all the way to the front door. I unlocked the deadbolt and ran across the lawn, never daring to look back even once. I knew there was no time even for that. Just run. I ran to my neighbor's house where my three children were sleeping (it was now about 5:00 in the morning) and turned their front doorknob. It was unlocked. I ran in and dead-bolted the door behind me. Within seconds my husband was banging on the door trying to get in. My neighbors were awake by now, of course, and called police. Everything that followed is another equally long story, but all I knew at that moment was that I was alive. I had no other thought except, "I'm alive."