Art Bell’s Clinically Dead Line episode explores near-death experiences (NDEs) from 2001, including Osama bin Laden’s alleged escape and a detective’s eerie case linking a boy’s ghostly presence to an unsolved murder. Callers like Lisa (1982 waterfall tunnel), Diana (47-minute birth NDE with "blue baby" son), and Jeff (1980 coma, visions of Jesus) describe vivid encounters—lights, voices, and entities—often tied to religious or unexplained phenomena. Barbara’s traumatic 30-year decline after a heart attack fuels skepticism about NDEs’ meaning, while Francis credits his grandmother’s vision for saving him from death in 1988. Bell questions science’s grasp on consciousness, suggesting these accounts reveal a reality beyond physical life. [Automatically generated summary]
From the high desert in the great American Southwest, good evening, good afternoon, good morning, wherever you may be across all 24 times unobserved by this program around the world.
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In other words, how you doing?
It's Monday night, Saturday morning, a bit of a holiday weekend.
According to the president, Obama bin Laden may have slithered out.
His words slithered out of Afghanistan, but will not escape the global reach of U.S. forces.
And the President pronounced 2001 a success for America's war on terrorism and for the Republican domestic agenda.
Tribal leaders streamed into the Afghan capital on Friday for the inauguration of an interim government that they hope is going to bring lasting peace.
They should not use a term like lasting peace, in my opinion.
They use that in the Middle East all the time.
Look at that.
Anyway, hope will bring lasting peace to a nation torn apart by war for decades now.
The 30-member government taking office Saturday will face, of course, the staggering challenge of rebuilding a nation who, well, when you look at pictures of Afghanistan, actually even prior to the U.S. bombing, it looked like it had already been bombed, and of course it had.
But we tossed around a lot of rubble, that's for sure.
The Pentagon said U.S. warplanes Friday attacked a convoy carrying Taliban or al-Qaeda leaders in Afghanistan.
Now, the Afghans don't say it that way.
They say the trucks were bringing tribal leaders loyal to the new government to the capital.
So in other words, they're saying we bombed some members of the new government.
Not the al-Qaeda or any of their fighters.
We'll have to see how that one turns out.
Anti-terrorist police boarded a cargo ship in the English Channel Friday after being tipped off.
That vessel might be carrying explosives or even anthrax.
Ayayay.
The search continues, but no terror-related stuff found yet.
Near Argentina, where they've been going tipsy all over the place, a caretaker president assumed office on Friday after some days now of rioting and civil disobedience, toppled the old government.
So wonder if the new boss will be any different than the old boss.
All right, well, that's the war news.
Now, for tonight, we're going to do a couple of things based on, well, I guess first, I want to read you an email that I've received from a homicide detective whose name, for obvious reasons, I am going to withhold.
This man is not a believer in the paranormal or anything beyond the world that he sees every day, which, by the way, in the case of a homicide detective is not that positive a world usually.
Anyway, let me read this to you and see if it hits you the way it hit me, okay?
Art, I was working the murder of a young woman.
While at the scene in a vacant lot across the street, I saw a young boy standing there.
Young boy appeared to be waving me to come over.
As I approached the figure of the boy, it faded away.
And when I got about 10 feet away from him, he completely disappeared.
Well, after finishing the crime scene, I was on my way to the morgue when I passed a large apartment building.
And on the steps of the building, here's this boy appearing again.
I stop the car and again approach the boy.
Again, he vanishes, but this time I got a closer look at the face.
On the steps and into the building, I observed blood droplets leading into the building.
I recorded my findings and went on my way.
The following day, I went to notify the mother of the victim.
As I was in her living room, I observed the victim in a photo and on her lap, and it was this boy.
So I asked the mother who the boy was in the photo, and she told me this was her grandson, the child of the murder victim.
She told me the boy died two years ago.
He was struck by an automobile.
To make a long story short, I returned to the vacant lot where the boy was seen, and exactly where he was standing, or I thought he was, I found a bloody knife, the murder weapon.
The knife had the fingerprints of the murderer on it.
I went to the place where the blood was found, and yes, where the murderer lived and killed that woman.
Please explain to me, if you can, what happened that night.
I never believed in ghosts or anything of that nature.
Please explain to you what happened that night.
I uh I can't explain that.
And that'll cause me to kind of launch into uh what I want to do tonight.
Again, referring back to the the case of Pam Reynolds.
You see, I can't get this out of my mind.
There's no way I can get this out of my mind.
The woman who had the aneurysm in her brain, all the blood drained from her body, her heart stops, her brain waves stop.
Any ability to measure any brain activity whatsoever was zero for one hour.
For one hour.
Meanwhile, they go in, they clip the aneurysm in her brain, and then they put the blood back in, apply the paddles.
I'm giving you the short version here, and Pam returns, returns.
Memory's in great shape.
You know, she's back in the world.
Where was Pam?
She was able to describe exactly what went on in the operating room.
Now, last night we had Professor Michio Kaku on.
And I think he did an absolutely stellar job all night long.
But you know, on this question, and I think I brought it to his attention right at the beginning of the show or near it, I thought it was an unscientific answer that he gave.
And I should have argued this with him last night, but what he said was, well, Art, it would have to be that Pam's brain, at a level they could not measure, continued to function.
Some little tiny neuron activity taking place that they could not measure.
Well, you know, that's not a scientific answer.
That's a guess.
That's a guess, and that's fine.
Dr. Kaku is certainly welcome to guess about what might be the case, you know, in an effort to try and explain this.
He's a pretty hardcore scientist, and so I understand, you know, the leap to try and explain it, but it is not a scientific answer.
And I think as scientific answer is demanded, he did go on to say that he certainly would be in favor of some modern research into the nature of death, because we've got studies that, oh, say, are 100 years old that show some pretty spectacular things, people losing weight at the moment of death and all that sort of thing.
It's not exactly going to be politically correct to try and get somebody who's dying up on a scale.
You know, it's just you don't do that today.
They could do it then.
So I think that tonight we'll do two things, along with just general open lines.
All right?
My normally first-time caller line is now going to be restricted to one category of calls.
Either those who have had an incredible, well, okay, let me define it this way.
It's restricted to anybody who has actually experienced clinical death.
Hear me now.
Clinical death.
Cessation of heartbeat, cessation of brain waves, dead.
Now, I would expect, in the case of some we will hear from, they will have nothing to say.
They were simply revived, and when they were gone, there was nothing but blackness.
If we are to believe the surveys.
Or in other cases, if we are to believe these surveys, we're going to hear from people who did, you know, were able to watch those trying to resuscitate them, the efforts going on,
and all the rest of it, and describe in intimate detail what happened, as well as many of them going to a tunnel, light, you know, whatever it is that everybody says, and the stories are remarkably consistent, by the way, about the tunnel of light and the relatives and all the rest of it.
It may be that you could argue that socially we have so integrated this story of near-death into society that it is simply people's expectations being fulfilled at the moment of death, with those neurons still going to sputter, sputter, sputter.
But I don't buy that.
And then on any other line, only those who have actually experienced clinical death.
And that means somebody was there to actually determine that you had passed away, that you were dead.
Hold a line open for only that.
Now I'll screen those calls, so if that's not what you're calling about, do not call that number.
Actual clinical death.
Now, on my other lines, you're welcome to call in on any subject at all.
However, while I am not officially calling this a ghost-to-ghost program, I would welcome ghost stories, and particularly any stories of this sort of phenomena from police officers.
I found this one just to be staggering to me.
In terms of telling this detective what happened to him, I wouldn't begin to try.
It would appear self-evident, wouldn't it, that the young boy, very anxious for his own mother's murder To be solved helped him out.
I mean, that's exactly what it would appear to be.
Now, what it was, whether it was not that, I have no way of knowing.
What I do know is that the evidence for life after death, the life of for consciousness anyway, surviving death appears to be mounting at an exponential rate as far as I am concerned.
So I thought I would sort of point the program in that direction tonight.
But again, only for those who have experienced, hear me now, full clinical death.
Whether you went nowhere and just had blackness and then woke up, or whether you had some sort of experience during that period.
Either way, the qualifier is that you experienced actual clinical death.
Nothing is usually used to describe the feeling that a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, backwards.
Nothing usually signifies an argument that will last five minutes and end with a huffy fine.
Now there's go ahead.
Go ahead with raised eyebrows.
This is a dare, one that will result in my getting upset over nothing and will end with the word fine.
Go ahead.
Now with normal eyebrows, this means I give up.
Do what you want because I don't care.
You will get a raised eyebrow.
Go ahead in just a few minutes followed by nothing and then fine.
And she'll talk to you in about five minutes when she cools off.
Loud sigh.
This is not actually a word, but it's still often a verbal statement, very misunderstood by all men.
A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot at the moment and wonders why she's wasting her time standing here arguing with you over nothing.
Soft sigh.
Again, not a word, but a verbal statement.
Soft sighs are one of the few things that some men actually understand.
She is content.
Your best bet is to not move nor breathe.
She will stay content.
Oh!
This exclamation followed by any statement is trouble.
Example, oh, let me get that.
Or, oh, I talked to him about what you were doing last night.
If she says, oh, before a statement, run, do not walk to the nearest exit.
She will tell you that she is fine when she is done tossing your clothes out the window, but don't expect her to talk to you for at least two days after that.
O, as the lead to a sentence, usually signifies that you are caught in a lie.
Do not try to lie more to get out of it, or you will get raised eyebrows and go ahead, followed by acts so unspeakable that we cannot bring ourselves to write about them.
That's okay.
This is one of the most dangerous statements that any woman can say to any man.
That's okay.
Means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you retributions for whatever it is that you've done.
That's okay is often used with the word fine and used in conjunction with a raised eyebrow go ahead.
At some point in the near future, when she has plotted and planned, you are going to be in big trouble.
Then there's please do.
This is not a statement, but it's an offer.
A young woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is you've done.
You have a fair chance to tell the truth, so be careful that you shouldn't get it.
So it was very nice to hear from her manager and from Nancy Sinatra.
They're glad we're playing the song.
And I did torture you with that, I know, a bit earlier.
There are a couple of other songs she did that are equally eerie that came from the same rough time era.
All right, listen to me.
Once again, I'm stressing to you, my first-time caller line is restricted to only those who have experienced clinical death and would like to tell us about it.
Whatever it is that happened, not necessarily those who had the old white light tunnel experience or even the pitchfork guy or whatever, you know, whatever happened, anybody out there at all who has experienced clinical death.
That's for that line only.
Then all other lines, I would encourage anybody with a good ghost story to tell it or open line, so whatever you would like to talk about.
That's exactly what lies ahead.
Just had a fellow call on the clinical death line who said he mainlined LSD.
I said, sir, clinical death.
And he just seemed, I guess he didn't understand.
I didn't mean loose version of brain death.
Clinical death only, folks.
That's what I want.
However it went for you, however it went, whether you had a classic experience or no experience at all, I think I'd like to hear about it.
But only those who have actually experienced clinical death, he says yet one last time.
I'm just, yeah, you know, I'm kidding with you a little bit.
I mean, that is incredible that I've never talked to anybody who had died at birth or was more likely born dead.
Do you have any idea what condition it was that caused?
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it's very odd?
My mother was torn up having her first baby.
She had a twin stolen.
We believe it's another, that's a whole other show.
But there was a lot of scar tissue, and when I was coming through the birth canal two and a half years later, I couldn't fit, and they had to use ether on my mom at the last minute back at the Stanford Hospital.
If her routine of being packed in ice and drained the blood becomes more routine, and doctors can identify people as being good candidates for this procedure, assuming that you only have an aneurysm of any sort that she had, would people be willing to undergo this type of procedure to try to cross over to the other side?
You're talking about a variation of flatliners, and the answer is not only no, but hell no.
Doctors wouldn't do it.
People wouldn't risk it because, of course, you might not come back, but doctors wouldn't do it because, well, heck, they can get sued just for looking at somebody cross-eyed.
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I'm assuming if the procedure became more reliable and that they can identify the candidates as being good candidates.
Sir, let me submit to you that there's nothing at all reliable about bringing back somebody who's been dead.
You know, whether it's just you drop dead on the floor from a heart attack or whatever it is, resuscitation is dicey and happens not as frequently as you think.
And even on the operating table, I don't think they're ever going to get that procedure to the point where they can say with 100% certainty, you're coming back.
I mean, you've got to imagine when you get on an operating table, even as advanced as it might be, it could be goodbye time.
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I understand that.
There's always risk with any operation you undergo.
But I was thinking in the future, maybe 10 years from now, perhaps, where they have more assurance or understanding of how to control every part of it.
All right, let's move on to the other subject I'd like to talk about, that being Phaedra.
And so I was about 16 years old, and I had been driving for a little while, but not too long.
And one afternoon, I was at the stoplight.
The light was red.
And the light changed to green, and I stepped on the accelerator, went to step on the accelerator, and I felt a hand come out from underneath my seat and grab my ankle and stop me.
It was so strong that I immediately put the car and parked, and I expected to see someone in the back seat with their hands reaching underneath the driver's seat.
You know, now that I think back on it, and I know there'll be a million 16-year-olds who will hate my guts for this, but I'm not so sure 16-year-olds ought to be able to drive.
I remember when I was 16, and I just, I don't know for the life of me how insurance companies, even at the rates they charge, can insure 16-year-olds.
I mean, there's no absolute in this world, of course, but as a general rule, 16-year-olds, I don't know, they just, you know, when you give them that license, you're counting down the seconds until the first car wreck.
And there's going to be a first car wreck.
Almost inevitably, there's going to be a car wreck, usually not life-threatening, but generally pretty metal-twisting.
And it's just going to happen.
That's all there is to it.
They don't think to look both ways.
There is some maturity that, of course, maybe everybody just has to go through that to eventually get to be a good driver.
I don't know.
I just know that I remember myself at 16, and I just, if I was an insurance company, I'd say, hey, forget it.
First of all, I actually just wanted to see if there was anybody out there who actually has done what they did in the movie Flatliners, even though it's illegal and hospitals probably don't do it and stuff.
And second of all, I wanted to know if you ever read this book, Many Masters, Many Lives, by Dr. Brian Weiss?
Well, look, let's boil this down to a simple question for you.
If you had a doctor that you trusted and a group of nurses, maybe even several doctors, and they were offering you the opportunity to experience clinical death, here you are.
What's your name?
Ben.
Right, Ben.
Just lie on this gurney, and what we're going to do is we're going to hit you with the paddles.
First, we're going to relax you a little bit with some sort of sedative, and then we're a light sedative, I might add.
Then we're going to hit you with the paddles, and we're going to stop your heart, Ben.
And you are going to try and record your experiences, and then after about 30 or 40 seconds, we're going to hit you with the paddles again and try to bring you back, Ben.
Are you ready?
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Yeah, I think I would do it.
I know there's risk and everything.
you are i think it would change my life if i experience something and for the rest of my life i would probably live I know.
Yeah, that's true.
And I'd probably, I mean, that'd be a really tough decision to make.
But I can't say that I would say no.
Even though, I mean, there is a possibility that I would say yes, even though there's a chance.
And do you have any recollection of what happened to you during that couple of seconds?
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Yes, I'll be very brief.
I had a hallucination that I was driving down a long stretch of Highway 80 between Arlington and Fort Worth, Texas, and that there were like street lights, but it wasn't like going through a tunnel of lights.
And then all of a sudden I got to an area where I should have been familiar and I was totally unfamiliar with where I was.
And there was a bright flash of light.
And all of a sudden, I became aware that I was standing in the corner of the intensive care room of the hospital that I was in, looking at myself laying in the bed.
And I looked at myself and I thought, you don't look dead.
I had been told I probably was not going to live through the night and I was trying to stay awake.
Listen, I'm sorry to have to cut you short, but there you are, looking at himself.
That story again and again.
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You're listening to Arch Bells Somewhere in Time, tonight featuring a replay of Coast to Coast AM from December 21st, 2001.
Logical, and on the bird in between, they've been thinking so happily.
Oh, joyfully, oh, faithfully, watching me.
But then they send me away, teach me how to be and go.
Logical, oh, beyond the dough, happy gold.
But then they show me a world, and the feel so deep and dull.
Oh, cleaning up, oh, we can let you know.
Clinical Paradise, but all the world will be overwhelming.
Thank you.
Don't bother out for explanation.
I should have done you that you came In the air of the camp I should have done you that you came She doesn't give you time for the judge as she locks up your arm and holds.
And you follow to your bed from which direction completely disappears.
Mother boots of all never market thoughts of the hint that she leads you to.
These days I feel my life.
Just like a river running through The year of the camp The year of the
camp Thank you.
Premier Radio Networks presents Art Bell Somewhere in Time.
Tonight's program originally aired December 21st, 2001.
Oh, I had gone to the hospital because I wasn't feeling well.
They did a test, running some blood and things, and found out that my blood was too thick, so they put me in medical and they were putting administering stuff into my veins.
Do you suppose some people are allowed to make their own decision?
In other words, as you hover above your body, seeing what that lady saw, do you think that if she had said, okay, then I'm out of here, she would have just gone on.
They put a tag on her toe, you know, she'd been on the way to the morgue.
Or did she make her own decision to come back?
This really is a kind of a morbid fascination, but it's one of the great ways we're going to approach the truth about life after death.
It's one of the closest ways I can think of to try and nail it down.
And boy, I'll tell you, we're getting close to nailing this thing down.
Anyway, well, I gotta show up here a story stand out to me.
I explained it to my friend, but he said he was riding his bike along a trail, and then a humanoid black figure, like semi-human, semi-umal, ran across the trail, then jumped up onto a fence and perched there, I guess.
So anyway, I just found that interesting because he said made noise, and normally they don't make noise, so what do you have to say about that?
Gee, if that happened to me, if I was on a bike and this thing jumped up on a fence in front of me, I'm sitting here trying to think, but generally, I'd probably drop the bike and run.
I just have two very quick stories for you about death.
A friend of my family growing up, in his very late 60s, he was really sick, you know, kidney problems, things like that.
Apparently in his 20s, 30s, and 40s, he was not such a nice guy, maybe carrying around a lot of bad karma, I don't know.
But anyway, he was pronounced clinically dead.
And he came, you know, when he was getting better, he discussed with my parents how he was very freaked out and scared because when he experienced his clinical death, he saw devils, fire, tortured souls, and it was this really a very scary thing for him.
She was actually put into a body bag and everything and into a body bag.
Yeah, and her husband was notified, and he insisted on going back in and seeing her.
And it turns out she started moving inside the body bag.
And then they discovered that she had come back to life.
And apparently she, when this was all happening, she, like your other caller, was saying that she had this frantic sense of like, well, no, I'm not really dead.
you know even though they were pronouncing her dead yes she was like I'm not dead and she could kind of see what was transpiring and got really even SARS That part, I honestly am not sure.
What I was going to say earlier, and it fits for both cases, is as follows.
It's kind of not fair.
Whether you go to heaven or hell in your little experience, you have a leg up on everybody else and you have a chance to straighten out your life and fly right or understand that you're going to a better place and you have much less fear of death.
Anybody who has never had this experience doesn't enjoy that advantage.
So in a way, it's like giving somebody a second chance, and it doesn't seem fair.
The average bad guy doesn't get a second chance.
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Yeah, that's an amazing point when you think about it.
Now, if I could ask you one quick question, if I could take your comments off the air if you want.
I was wondering if you heard about the government releasing this information that these whales that mysteriously were beaching were actually killed by sonar experiments.
I've heard a great deal of speculation from people like Greenpeace and a lot of activist organizations that this incredibly high decibel sonar the Navy is using right now is causing death and is causing beachings.
Whether anybody has actually proven the causative relationship or not, I'm not aware of that.
You may know of a story that I am not yet aware, but if that is occurring, then of course the Navy should cease those operations immediately.
But I suppose beachings and the use of this loud decibel sonar, you know, it's going to be very hard to connect.
A lot of you may say no-brainer, but really until you can make a direct evidentiary connection, you're not going to get them to stop.
Well, on this line, anything goes, so be my guest.
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Well, sir, it was about 92, maybe 1993.
I was at home, asleep or maybe mostly asleep in my bed, and I could see the darkness off in the distance and the dome of light, like, you know, maybe headlights coming off in the distance on the horizon.
And as I was moving closer to it, I could make out silhouettes and white shadows and, you know, the sort of afterlife experience that modern people would think about.
Well, you know, they say sleep itself is a little slice of death.
So it may be that occasionally, even in sleep, we get a bit of a glimpse of, you know, down the hall.
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But anyway, I didn't think, you know, at that particular time anyway, you know, checking out my sleep wouldn't have been that bad.
But amazingly enough, the one thing that brought me back to our side of reality, as it were, the neighbor's dog barking through my townhouse wall, calling me back.
If sleep, and in a sense, it certainly is a bit of a slice of death, huh?
And one other thing he mentioned, he would have gone willingly at that point.
And let me suggest to you that you think about the following.
Many Americans, what does the song say, 40,000 men every day?
Men and women every day.
40,000.
I think that's what it says.
Die in their sleep.
Now, I wonder if those who pass away in their sleep, of course we'll never know, will we, have the kind of dream that man just had, only make a different decision.
We would never know because they die in their sleep.
You know, and frequently it is said he died peacefully in his sleep.
And I've always wondered how do they know?
How do they know he died peacefully?
They found him the next morning.
He may have been screaming and ripping in agony in the middle of the night.
Nobody heard him.
But they always say died peacefully in his sleep.
And some people do.
The question is, did they have an opportunity to make a choice?
Well, I called because, and I don't know what I guess there's a delay because I heard you saying something about how people who are 16 shouldn't have an insurance or a driver's license.
During this period of time, what do you, is there any memory whatsoever?
Do you have any memory of what happened?
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No, and this is going to be hard to explain because, you know, it's been 12 years that I've been going over it in my head, and I haven't told too many people.
Well, this program seems to be headed toward being a clinical depth program.
Way it's going to be, then so be it.
That's fine by me.
So, I suppose if you have a story of that nature, you can try and get through on any line.
It is generally open lines Friday night, Saturday morning, Amart Bell.
This is Coast to Coast A.M. Oh, now this is serious.
I'm getting confirmation all over the place.
Brent in Memphis, Karen in L.A., and a million others are saying the whale problem, indeed, it seems the Navy did discern the causal death of whale sonar-cause trauma.
So apparently, some whales that beached and killed themselves, the Navy now has concluded, did that because of their sonar.
They're going to have to rethink that policy very quickly and not make such a decision ever again.
Well, they were warned.
They surely were warned by an awful lot of people, including the Greenpeace folks, that this was going to happen.
And I have this really strong feeling that we ought not be killing whales.
Probably a very bad idea.
Remember the Star Trek episode, right?
Killing whales.
Not good.
okay, you're back on the air again with that horrible echo.
So you go ahead with your story, please, and tell us what happened.
Well, I was in a 67 Volkswagen Beetle, and I got hit by, like, a Lincoln Continental as I was making a turn, and I can't remember exactly if I guess the car stalled.
It had been doing that.
I didn't have like a, what I would call like an outgassing where you see a light or anything like that.
And I don't have any visible memories of being dead.
But I kind of describe it to the people I've described it to as I kind of still had my foot in the door as far as being in touch with my body.
Okay, then let me ask you this, and I've always wanted to ask this of somebody who's been in a coma for a long time.
If you're in a coma for a month, I'm sure your mom was there and talking to you.
Doctors today even advise that talking to people in comas may be a good idea because sometimes they do hear it.
unidentified
Do you remember anything at all?
Well, it is a good idea to talk to people because you need to stimulate their senses, their hearing, and touch them and stuff, just to help keep them there.
In other words, maybe you were not meant maybe you were not meant to remember it.
Maybe it was a very great deal in that period of time in 30 days, 30 days in a coma.
You could have had a lifetime of experience because the time there is not necessarily, it doesn't necessarily equate with the time here in any way whatsoever.
No relevance at all.
So it may be you had another lifetime during that period.
You never know exactly how to react to a story like that.
I have no reason to believe he's not telling the truth.
There's no way, of course, at this point to prove it.
However, in the future, if he has such vivid visions, then he has the opportunity to get them here, and I'll get them on the air, and we'll memorialize them.
And she, when I would be sick, I used to have severe head problems.
I mean, my head would just feel like it was bursting in half.
They used to take me to doctors and everything.
But when she would read something over me and rub my head, it would go away.
Just go away.
Later, I had the chance, ten years ago, I became a Muslim, unbeknownst to anything that she was doing, I thought.
And I realized there's a science now that I've been to Saudi and studied called aluqiya, which is reading certain verses of the Quran over a person, and it will relieve all kinds of things.
So I wanted to mention that, but she also had the smell of roses always around her.
Once I was running up a hill at a family reunion, I was a young boy, and I was running away from some guys who were trying to tag me.
As I went to run up this hill, there's a steep hill, I said, oh, I'm going to get over that hill and I'm going to just run down.
I heard her voice say, no, slow down, stop.
As I reached the hill, her voice made me kneel to my knees.
And as I looked over it, it was a deep cliff.
If I had went over it, I would have died for sure.
As soon as I heard a voice, I smelt roses all around me.
The second time it happened, I was years older.
I was out of high school.
A friend of mine and I, we were getting ready to go to the bar after work.
It was a Friday.
We were going down this busy street.
He was going to make this wild left-hand turn onto the other side of the street.
I heard a voice say, stop.
As soon as I heard a voice, I smelled the roses.
I told my friend, stop, like that.
When he stopped, this truck raced right past us.
It would have just crushed us.
This, don't make long trade, it had happened several other times.
This is something that I think everyone should take notice of about Osama bin Laden and about Mumar Omar.
There's a video that they have of Mumar Omar who holds up this cloak and he's waving it back and forth to the Taliban as they throw their turbans up to touch it and everything.
it is a known fact in the Arab and Muslim world but somehow Maybe he slipped on the rope.
Robe.
I don't know.
Rope.
We slip right there.
Well, you know, I have not made up my mind about a lot of things.
and uh...
what he said about the reading of the quran by this which uh...
the reading of the bible the reading of the quran the reading of any uh...
book by one of the great profits uh...
i think probably is uh...
I think that reading the Quran and praying for something to occur is probably as powerful as reading the Bible and praying for something to occur.
I'm not altogether sure about that yet, but I really do think so.
I think that you can reach any state of absolute faith and project power with prayer.
And that that would occur probably with any religion, but I'm not sure about that part yet.
You know, they've done double-blind studies on people who are sick, very sick, even critically ill, and are prayed for versus other groups who are not prayed for.
And the results are absolutely startling and irrefutable.
The group that's prayed for does by a great percentage better.
They know that's true.
And I would suspect it would be true of any religion that we know about with a group praying to whoever their God is.
Well, I guess the first thing that I noticed was here about a year ago, we got a bunch of photos back from the photo lab, and they were filled with those orb things.
Let me tell you what happened tonight, because a lot of what happened tonight has just sort of gone on.
Yeah, go ahead.
About three hours ago, I was working at the computer, and it sounded like a freight train was coming through my house.
The windows were shaking, and the wind's been blowing today, so I thought, oh, God, are we having a tornado or something?
And I looked out the window, and the winds had calmed, and the dogs were going nuts.
And I had something like this happen before, and it centered.
I use wood heat is my main heat source, and it centered in the chimney when it finally rattled all of the windows in the house, and it ended up coming down the chimney and dispersing in my fireplace.
So tonight it sounds like a freight train comes running through the house, and the dogs are freaking out.
And I thought, well, maybe the wind died down right after it did that.
So I blew it off.
And about 10 minutes later, my dog comes running through the dog door, runs right up next to where I'm working, and she pulls a remake of that scene from Poltergeist where the dog jumps up on the bed where the entities have used the wall as an entry port.
Yeah, how are you handling this living there alone?
I mean, how can you even handle this happening?
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Well, you know what?
Up until the dog reacted tonight, I guess that I was just sort of taking it in stride and thinking, well, if there was anything to it, maybe the dogs would react or something.
From the time that you lost the grasp of the person trying to grab you and you began going into the tunnel until they found you on the other side, how long was that?
So, because I was scraping down, and I guess where I was going with that, I was very thin at the time.
And if had I weighed five more pounds, I would have gotten stuck in the tunnel and learned later that three people had died because they weighed over 130.
What I wanted to tell you, I listened to your show last night, and I was very intrigued also by the mention of Tam Reynolds story that you aired last week.
And we are scheduling the doctor on, who I am told will back up her story.
And that means her story of exactly what occurred during the linear hour that she was dead, of what went on in the operating room, the kind of tools they used and what they did, and the whole thing.
So, yeah, this is a very, very profound story with profound implications.
I just wanted to say I'm the one that called last week, and you said to email that I don't have an address, I mean, a computer to email you concerning when I told you I had been dead for 40-some minutes when I had my son in Germany.
She helped push out her child, who was a blue baby.
And then she followed her child out and was outside of her body while she was clinically dead.
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Well, what it amounted to was they put a little mask over your face, and then the person that was administering would just start pouring a few drops of the stuff on the mask.
The gist of it was they got me started back up and they proceeded to put me in a body cast.
And I woke up towards the end of the body cast part.
I was back in my body.
My mother, the next day or so, I was telling her that something happened in there and that they dropped something on me and cut me.
And she, you know, I was so small that she, you know, what with the ether and all?
She just figured, well, you know, whatever.
And the doctor, she had told me later, much later, that the doctor had come out of the operating room and said, well, we had a few problems in there, but everything's okay.
And we're hoping that, you know, she's going to do okay with the body cast.
I was in the hospital forever and the body cast forever.
Well, when they finally took it off, they used the old same thing they still use.
You know, it's that saw thing that you think is going to cut you in half when they're taking the cast off.
That's right.
And he said, the doctor told my mother just before he started, he says, oh, he says, I don't know if I told you.
He said, but we had a small mishap in there.
He said, she was nicked by an instrument, and we just gave her one little suture, and it's fine.
Well, they took the body cast off, and I still have that scar on my arm, Art.
I want to turn to my left and I want to look and see what it was or who it was.
I think perhaps maybe the death angel or maybe the life creator, the force, the life force, maybe they send messengers to bring you where you're supposed to go.
I would want to do the exact same thing if that had happened to me.
Wow, what a story.
So there was a presence with her waiting.
Now, what does that suggest?
That it's not all in our hands.
I mean, why would there be a presence there waiting unless it was somewhat unsure, the outcome was unsure?
Other than, again, you would think God or the Creator would know for sure that you're dead me.
Maybe he doesn't.
And maybe it's not entirely within the Lord's hands whether you're going to die or return to your body.
Maybe it's just not entirely.
And so there is somebody there just in case the most probable occurs, and you need guidance from there forward.
In this case, of course, she didn't.
But she was aware enough and knew that they had dropped, you know, in the middle of trying to revive her dead body, they dropped scalpel and it stabbed her in the arm.
Now, like Pam Reynolds, how can you possibly account for these stories without colliding with this wall of, oh my God, there is something on the other side?
You know, all this is real.
It's not a joke.
It's not a wish.
It's not a hope.
It's not even a faith.
It's a fact that there is something beyond.
How many stories like this can you hear from obviously a very articulate people who don't sound one little bit like they're making it up, do they?
I respect Dr. Kaku a very great deal, but I said earlier in the program, and I'm going to say it again now, in my opinion, what he rendered up as an answer for the story of, you know, Pam was not scientific, and I think he would be the first to admit that.
In other words, he was grasping at some possible explanation, which he had no scientific basis for reaching, for, you know, and trying to explain away what happened to Pam.
And I don't think he gave us anything in science.
He said what he said was, if I heard correctly, well, look, there must be some neural activity, as minor as it might be, going on that they simply couldn't measure.
But that's pure speculation on his part.
In fact, they were measuring nothing.
In fact, there was no blood going to carry oxygen to the brain.
There was no measurable neural activity.
She was dead.
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If he was right, though, imagine how many people have been watching their own autopsies.
Last, I guess it's been the last couple weeks, you'd received a couple calls and you sent some emails about people being awakened by people calling their names.
Well, you know, there's a couple of ways to look at this.
One is that, you know, you mentioned medication.
Right.
Medication may disturb your brain to cause you to, you know, hear something false, or, you know, medication may also open some doors that allow you to hear something you wouldn't hear otherwise.
Same deal for sleep deprivation or disturbed sleeping patterns.
In other words, if your sleeping is very disturbed, you can imagine that you would just have a lot of dreams and vivid stuff.
Or you can also imagine that it simply opens doors because you're spending more time in the twilight zone of sleep where these weird things occur.
And then that was my first time I ever smoked anything, you know, my first time.
Next thing you know, you know, I went in my house and my family was there and we were watching television.
But all of a sudden, you know, something started happening to me.
I just became really scared.
I could see myself, you know, really looking at myself like a mirror.
And it seemed like I was in air and I was a really small person myself, you know how I look, but I was a small person looking at myself and I was really scared because I could see myself and I could see, you know, I could see myself really small.
And I've never seen that, and I was really scared.
So I just started shaking and then my family put a blanket on me.
I said, I want to be in the dark.
I'm really scared.
And they put a blanket over me and they didn't know what was going on.
And so my family called the ambulance and I went in the ambulance to the hospital because they don't know what's going on with me.
And so I was in the hospital the next day and then they asked me, well, what happened?
Why is it that?
You're almost going to die, almost near death.
What happened to you?
And then I told them, you know, that I had taken some drugs.
Find a bag out there so it's sort of like a half-smoked cigar in it and take it home and smoke it and see what happens.
Do that at 18.
You wouldn't do that now, would you?
Would you?
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And what happened was I was, I could hear them talking, but what I was seeing was a black velvet screen with cards like poker hands and a roulette wheel and craft ice rolling across the table.
I remember it was the most, you know, I've heard people talk about, you know, I'm a dreamer and I've had a lot of different experiences and I was a terminal cancer patient 12 years ago and I've had a lot of experiences.
But this one, I've heard people talk about the light and the tunnels and the music.
Well, there was light, but it wasn't, it was as if You are a part of the light.
It wasn't separate.
It was as if you were a part of the light.
And it was the most beautiful light that I've ever, ever seen.
And there was music.
And the music was just, it was so clear and it was so beautiful.
And I've never been able to put this into words until I read a book by Betty Eady Into the Light.
But I understand the experience justifies the word.
It's just that we have these regulations about that sort of thing.
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Okay, and I laid down on this couch that he had.
I turned my face to the wall, and I said, I put my trust in God.
I knew something was happening.
I didn't know what.
Well, this is very hard to explain because there didn't seem to be a definite sequence to it, except I was laying there.
I felt like my, as I said the word God, I felt like my tongue was going to just fall out of my mouth.
And then I felt this, I heard him, I think I heard him yelling to his wife, and then that's all I remember.
And I felt this, I can't, I don't know exactly how to describe it, it was like an energy going up through my body and felt like my head was going to blow off.
Out of curiosity, though, even with all of this negativity that's happened to you, having experienced that and knowing that there is something beyond physical death, how can you be agnostic?
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Because it was almost like as if the beings up there, these entities, they were not angels.
They were something almost like aliens, you might say, playing a game.
It was almost like I was being tortured because I was shown a beautiful place.
And my mother kept bringing my cowboy boots and my cowboy hats and all my stuff to the hospital trying to bring my recognizable stuff to the hospital, trying to pull me out.
And like the good knee was on the headboard of the bed, and then all of a sudden this the room went dark and then it went, you know, I could see it again.
I could see the little guy down at the foot of the bed poking his head up.
And then all of a sudden it was like these two darker objects, little shadow-type objects, grabbed him and it was like they sucking him in.
And, you know, it was like they've taken him back to hell.
And this happened back in 1988, and I had been very, very close to my deceased grandmother.
And she had been on my mind for two or three days constantly.
And I mentioned this to a friend, and a friend told me that when I went to bed that night to ask my grandmother, evidently she had something to tell me, and ask her to come to me in a dream and tell me what she had to say and help me remember it in the morning.
Now, one of the facts was, regrettably, I was near the very, very end of alcoholism.
And when you are like that, you pass out.
You don't normal dream and you don't normal sleep.