Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife by Eben Alexander. Read online, or download in secure EPUB format. **The #1 New York Times bestselling account of a neurosurgeon's own near-death experience—**for readers of 7 Lessons from Heaven. Dr. Eben Alexander was one of those scientists. Then, Dr. Alexander’s own brain was attacked by a rare illness. Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander - A scientist's case for the afterlife Thousands of people have had near-death experiences, but scientists have argued that.
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He writes that his insights were immediate but not immaterial or abstract. He did not pass through a dark tunnel or recognize deceased loved ones.
In fact, he had no sense of self. He describes it as being similar to the most primitive state of being--murky and dark and full of strange, pulse-like pounding. From the premise that his awe-inspiring experience is scientific proof, he piles on a series of large claims about the real world.
Never mind that this is not at all scientific. Alexander might want to look up in an intro philosophy of science textbook. In case the reader might have forgotten that this is a medical doctor who is preaching a unique NDE gospel, Alexander paints his pre-NDE self as a skeptic and a scientific materialist who perfunctorily occasioned church.
He assures us that though he is now a confident bearer of good news about the supernatural, he nevertheless dutifully revisited his experience as a scientist. These explanations are all impossible, he writes, because the meningitis shut down his neocortex though he suggests repeatedly that it was being destroyed It seems, however, that Dr.
But the real miracle of his story lies elsewhere. While his body lay in coma, Alexander journeyed beyond this world and encountered an angelic being who guided him into the deepest realms of super-physical existence. There he met, and spoke with, the Divine source of the universe itself.
Before he underwent his journey, he could not reconcile his knowledge of neuroscience with any belief in heaven, God, or the soul. Today Alexander is a doctor who believes that true health can be achieved only when we realize that God and the soul are real and that death is not the end of personal existence but only a transition.
This story would be remarkable no matter who it happened to. That it happened to Dr. Alexander makes it revolutionary. Today Alexander is a doctor who believes that true health can be achieved only when we realize that God and the soul are real and that death is not the end of personal existence but only a transition. This story would be remarkable no matter who it happened to.
That it happened to Dr. Alexander makes it revolutionary. No scientist or person of faith will be able to ignore it. Reading it will change your life. Get a FREE e-book by joining our mailing list today!
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Proof of Heaven is a compelling story of what may lie ahead for all of us in the life beyond this one. We have nothing to fear. Pim van Lommel, cardiologist, author of Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience. His honest struggle to make sense of this unforgettable journey is a gripping story, unique in the literature of spiritual experiences, that may well change how we understand our role in the universe.
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If I got too excited, too swept away by the experience, I would plummet back to the ground. But if I played it cool, took it all in stride, then off I would go, faster and faster, up into the starry sky. Maybe those dreams were part of the reason why, as I got older, I fell in love with airplanes and rockets—with anything that might get me back up there in the world above this one.
I still remember the feeling of my heart pounding as I pulled the big cherry-red knob that unhooked the rope connecting me to the towplane and banked my sailplane toward the field. It was the first time I had ever felt truly alone and free. Most of my friends got that feeling in cars, but for my money being a thousand feet up in a sailplane beat that thrill a hundred times over.
In college in the s I joined the University of North Carolina sport parachuting or skydiving team. It felt like a secret brotherhood—a group of people who knew about something special and magical.
My first jump was terrifying, and the second even more so. I made parachute jumps in college and logged more than three and a half hours in free fall, mainly in formations with up to twenty-five fellow jumpers. Although I stopped jumping in , I continued to enjoy vivid dreams about skydiving, which were always pleasant.
The best jumps were often late in the afternoon, when the sun was starting to sink beneath the horizon. The bigger and the more challenging, the better. One beautiful autumn Saturday in , the rest of the UNC jumpers and I teamed up with some of our friends at a paracenter in eastern North Carolina for some formations. On our penultimate jump of the day, out of a D18 Beechcraft at 10, feet, we made a ten-man snowflake. We managed to get ourselves into complete formation before we passed 7, feet, and thus were able to enjoy a full eighteen seconds of flying the formation down a clear chasm between two towering cumulus clouds before breaking apart at 3, feet and tracking away from each other to open our chutes.
By the time we hit the ground, the sun was down. For this one, two junior members were getting their first shot at flying into formation—that is, joining it from the outside rather than being the base or pin man which is easier because your job is essentially to fall straight down while everyone else maneuvers toward you.
I was to be the last man out in a six-man star attempt above the runways of the small airport just outside Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina. The guy directly in front of me was named Chuck. We were still in sunshine at 7, feet, but a mile and a half below us the streetlights were blinking on. Twilight jumps were always sublime and this was clearly going to be a beautiful one. This would make me drop almost miles per hour faster than my friends so that I could be right there with them after they had built the initial formation.
Normal procedure for RW jumps was for all jumpers to break apart at 3, feet and track away from the formation for maximum separation. Upside down in a full-head dive and approaching terminal velocity, I smiled as I saw the sun setting for the second time that day. But I never had the chance. Plummeting toward the formation, I saw that one of the new guys had come in too fast.
Maybe falling rapidly between nearby clouds had him a little spooked—it reminded him that he was moving about two hundred feet per second toward that giant planet below, partially shrouded in the gathering darkness. Now all five other jumpers were tumbling out of control.