I heard people say you see your whole life flash before your eyes, or a bright white light followed by the clear calm voice of a loved one, or God himself. People, who unsteadily walk the wire thin rope with death on one side and life on the other, testify to being outside of themselves, hovering in the air while looking down on their motionless physical body. What I’ve heard is that when someone is fighting for their life, it’s more of a spiritual experience. Individuals who’ve escaped death’s icy grasp speak of an indescribable level of tranquility and inner peace. Fuck that! I don’t dismiss their accounts because each person is different. Who am I to say that what they said about their near death experience is counterfeit? All I know is that the only thing that kept circling around my mind like hungry vultures…was revenge! There were no angels playing harps, inviting me to sit down next to them on a fluffy cloud. I didn’t see a golden gate with people standing outside waiting to get in like it was the grand opening of some sanctified night club.
