A personal story:

It was a bright sunny day in mid June, 1974. I had decided to have the day off work and take the family out ‘grockling’. Jersey slang for acting like a tourist.

We’d already had morning coffee at the L’Auberge de Nord, a popular bar/restaurant on the northern coast of the island, and were walking back to our car, a Renault 1100 bought from my mother-in-law when her young son died from undiagnosed kidney problems some years previous. He’d been so proud of this car that we decided to buy it from her so as to keep it in the family. We still have the same registration number on our current vehicle, although many cars have passed through our hands since.

I had just unlocked the doors and was halfway inside when it happened. I suddenly wasn’t in the car anymore. I wasn’t even in the car park. I was, instead, part of a brilliantly golden Light – a light of love. I was surrounded, immersed and completely made up of this Light. I had no body, no form, I was just part of this brilliant Light source. And I knew everything. That’s what was so strange. I knew I knew everything. There wasn’t a question I needed to ask, because I already knew its answer. My only requirement seemed to be to accept that I was part of this loving Light, that the warmth and comfort given by it to me was that of eternal existence. I felt very much at peace, very much contented and aware that this was where I had come from and to where I would return after my human existence. This love, of which I was a part, was all embracing and I was contributing to it by giving my love to it in return.

The experience probably only lasted four or five seconds, but in that time, the effect it had on me proved immeasurable. The end, when it came, was not as sudden as the beginning had been. I seemed to be drifting down from the brilliance of the Light to the comparative dullness of a sunny day. I remember how pale it seemed in comparison and also remember thinking that the ‘all knowing knowledge’ I had previously experienced was starting to leave me. I was becoming ignorant again with the great mysteries once more hidden behind that veil which separates the eternal from the human plain. The Light faded, replaced by the dulled brilliance of our sun, and I slowly began to accept the frailty and ignorance of my thirty-four years of living.
 
Many people with near death experiences have reported going towards a bright light. If this light is the Light of my experience, then there is a wonderful welcome awaiting us.
 
  Michael Noel

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