Yes, I was in a very bad car accident where my car was t-boned directly hitting my side, then both cars ricocheted and hit again. It was 1985, and seat belts were not required, so of course I didn't have one on. I was thrown all around the front driver's seat, hitting and breaking the windshield, the passenger seat, the steering wheel, and the driver's window. I was unconscious for about 1/2 hour, and when I came to, the firemen were cutting me out with the jaws of life. I remembered feeling like I was in a samadi tank, which is a sensory deprivation tank where it is perfectly back, noise-free, and you are floating naked in skin temperature liquid. I knew I was waiting to be told it was ok to emerge. I felt complete peace and contentment in the tank. After awhile I became aware of a white light shining in a circle around the outside edge of what looked like a round door. Suddenly I heard someone saying, "lady, lady wakeup, are you ok?" He repeated that a couple of times before I became conscious. My head was laying on the driver side door where the window had been. In my mind I was thinking, don't move, your neck may be broken, and keep your muscles relaxed. They got me out and I was taken to the hospital. It wasn't until my husband was taking me home later that the experience came flooding back I told him that I thought I might have died briefly and that I no longer had a fear of dying because one second you are here and the next you're not but you don't even know it. Also, the feeling of love and peace I had was overwhelming. I think that addedto my calmness when I awakened. Remarkably, I had minimal injuries, no broken bones and no cuts. I did have some back, head, and neck problems and a pretty bad concussion. I'm pretty sure that's when the back problems that still plague me today began. I remember the feeling of peace and love and can recreate those feelings whenever I meditate. I'm not religious, but I do believe our minds or consciousness go somewhere when we die. I wasn't aware of my body, but whatever it is that makes me, "me" was there. I think perhaps that's what is called, spirit. My experience still intrigues and calls to me now 38 years later. That's the best description I can give, although it is entirely inadequate. Gail