In some circles there is the concept of pseudo-deaths… times when you could have chosen to go home, but remained. In these cases, there’s an opportunity to reset your energy and switch things up, since you’d had plans on not being here at all, you have more freedom on making new plans when you stay.
I’ve had at 5 pseudo deaths, and other windows that didn’t get that close, 3 as an adult, and I’ve been aware of fundamental changes in myself afterwards. Approaching it from a Shamanic perspective, I experienced them as some soul fragments leaving and others coming in, with the attendant personality changes that causes, and every time I get a bit more detached from it all. It’s quite interesting though when you know what to look for.
The one that came closest, was when I was six, and almost drowned. I remember being under water until I couldn’t hold my breath and trying to breathe the water, then as it went black, I felt a huge sense of peace and huge relief, and thought, “Oh good, I can stop now.”
No light, no NDE, just black. Then I woke up on the side of the pool coughing with all the noise and brightness of people around. And I was as bitterly disappointed as I had been relieved before. That really hurt. I never really got over resenting being here after that.
Oh hell no! I ain’t putting up with that shit. I want the void, or at least the deepest, most serene dark I never knew in life.
Sunlight sucks, he can fucking keep all the light, I’ve got better things in mind.
Consider, that some gnosis has said, that being incarnated here on Earth is like dying to the other side.
So, dying here is like being born again on the other side, only will full faculties, and a celebration as your family welcomes you back. They miss us. It’s another reason why they help us - we’re family.