A computer programming student was undergoing surgery in Costa Rica, when she died, experienced the afterlife, then returned to her body—in the morgue.
During Surgery
I saw doctors working fast on me. … They were agitated. They took my VS [vital signs], did CPR. Everybody began to leave the room slowly. I didn’t understand why they were acting like that.Everything was quiet. I decided to get up. Only my doctor stood in the same place, looking at my body. I decided to get closer, I was standing near him, I could feel he was sad and his soul was in pain. I remember touching his shoulder, then he left. ...
My body began to elevate and elevate, I can say taken by a strange force.
It was great, my body was getting lighter and lighter. While going through the roof of the surgery room, I [discovered] I could move anywhere I [wanted].
I was pulled to a place where … [the] clouds [were] bright, a room or space. … All around me was light, very bright, and filling my body with energy, filling my chest with happiness. ...
[I looked] at my arms, [and they were the] same shape as human [arms], but different material. The material was as white gas mixed with [a] white glow, silver glow, pearl glow around my body.
I was beautiful. I had no mirror to see my face, but I … [could] feel my face was pretty, I saw my arms and my legs had a white, simple, long dress of light. … My voice was as a teenager mixed with [the] tone of voice as a child. ...
Suddenly a light brighter than my body [approached] me. ... His light was making me blind. ...
He said in a very … fine voice, “You are not going to be able to continue.” ...
I remember talking his same language with my mind, he spoke with his mind too.
[As I cried because I didn’t want to go back,] he picked me up, held me. ... He was quiet the whole time, gave me strength. I felt love and energy. [There] Is no love and strength in this world [to] compare to that. ...
In the Morgue
I opened my eyes, everything around was metal doors, people on metal tables, one body had another body on top. I recognized the place: I was in the morgue.I felt ice on my eyelashes, my body was cold. [I] could not feel anything. … [I wasn’t] even able to move my neck or talk.
I was feeling sleepy. … [Two or three hours] later, I heard voices, [and I] opened my eyes again. I saw two male nurses. … I knew I had to make … eye contact with one of them. I barely had strength to blink my eyes again and again, but I did. [It] took a lot of energy.
[One of the nurses looked] at me, scared, ... [telling] his partner: “Look, look, she is moving her eyes!” Laughing, [he] said, “Let’s go, this place is scary.”
Inside of me, I was screaming, “Please, don’t leave!”
I didn’t close my eyes until the nurses came, and doctors. All I heard is [someone say], “Who did this? Who sent this patient to the morgue? The doctors were mad. I closed my eyes until was sure I was far away from that place. I didn’t wake up until three or four days later.
I had episodes of sleeping for long periods of time. ... I could not talk. [On] day five, I began to move [my] arms and legs ... again. ...
Doctors [explained] to me that I was sent there [to the morgue] by mistake. ... They helped me to walk again, with therapy.
One of the things I learned is [there] is no time to waste doing the wrong things, we need to do everything good for our sake … [on] the other side. [It] is like a bank; you save that much, you will get that much at the end.
