I don\'t Remember hearing any snorts or whinnies.
Remember, Every Breath is Precious: Dying Taught Me How to Live gives us a glimpse of what might await us all beyond our physical lives..
So writes Lesley Joan Lupo in a fascinating account of her near-death experience and her trip \'Upstairs\' to the realm beyond space and time.
The whole event only lasted about 30 seconds.
I knew I would never get up again.
I wondered if everyone disconnected like this before they died?
As the dust settled, I looked down at the empty, crumpled shell.
The total calm and serenity that I, the observer, felt was a stark contrast to my screaming human form.
Nor did I feel anything as my skull smashed into the concrete feed trough before I collapsed, unmoving.
I watched myself cry out as I got squished between the other horses\' flanks.
I didn\'t feel my arm caught in the stirrup or sense the impact of the horse\'s body as he twisted me around and slammed me with his head.
The only thing I Remember was me, my essence, my soul, popping out of my body several seconds before it was caught up in a stampede.
I don\'t Remember smelling the sweat streaming off the newly unsaddled backs or seeing the dust kicked up by the drumming hooves.
I don\'t Remember hearing any snorts or whinnies
