Hello friends.
Welcome to the channel "AFTER ALL, WHAT ARE WE?".
Today we will share a dramatic, exciting and wonderful story,
which involves an airplane crash in a snowstorm onto a semi-frozen lake.
It was in the midst of this plane crash
that the Canadian family physician Yvonne Kason M.D.
had an amazing and revealing Near-Death Experience.
Retired today, Dr. Kason was an assistant professor at the University of Toronto,
where she taught medicine for 27 years.
This Near Death Experience occurred in 1979,
when she was doing her medical residency,
and working at a hospital in a remote area of northern Ontario, Canada.
She described her NDE in detail in her book "Farther Shores",
which translated into Portuguese we could call "Margens Mais Distantes".
The transformation that this experience brought to her life
is indicated by her book's subtitle:
"Exploring How Near-Death, Kundalini and Mystical Experiences can Transform Ordinary Lives".
If you wish, this book can be purchased on-line, over the internet.
Here is Yvonne Kason's transforming NDE,
read in her own words, just as she wrote in her book.
This is a story that cannot but be told ...
and known.
Enjoy it.
In the spring of 1979,
as part of my medical residency in family practice at the University of Toronto,
I was assigned for one month to a small, rural hospital in Sioux Lookout
that provided service for a number of isolated Native villages in remote, isolated areas of Northern Ontario.
On March 27, my supervising physician designated me to accompany a Native woman,
Jean Marie Peters,
who had measles encephalitis,
on a medical air evacuation from Sioux Lookout to Winnipeg, Manitoba.
The plane, a six-seat, twin-engine Piper Aztec, was packed.
The patient was strapped onto a stretcher directly behind the pilot's seat.
Sally Irwin, a nurse who had also been assigned to the flight, and I were seated beside the patient.
When the plane lifted off the runway, I was so busy tending the patient
that I didn't notice a heavy snowstorm had begun.
But by the time we had flown for thirty or forty minutes
and were about twenty miles from Kenora, a town on Lake of the Woods,
the storm had become a near-blizzard.
Suddenly, I noticed a change in the sound of the twin propellers.
I looked up and saw that the right propeller had then
stopped.
The pilot, Gerald Kruschenske, was vigorously pushing buttons and pulling levers.
Something was obviously wrong.
Shouting over the roar of the engine, I asked what was going on.
He shouted back that everything was all right.
About ten seconds later I was reassured when the right propeller started again.
Everything seemed to be back to normal, and I returned my attention to the patient.
A few minutes later the left propeller started sputtering.
Looking up, I saw that the right propeller was still working
but the left propeller had stopped.
Alarmed, I shouted again at Gerry to find out what was happening,
but he didn't answer.
He was desperately pushing buttons, pulling levers, and pumping handles
in an attempt to restart the left engine.
I noticed we were flying quite low over the trees and hills.
Unbeknownst to the nurse Sally and me,
Gerry had been in radio contact with the Kenora airport for some time
and was trying to make an emergency landing there.
He had already made one attempt,
but, flying with only one engine in the howling wind, he couldn't maneuve the plane into proper position.
The airport then tried to direct him to a landing strip on the frozen lake.
Through the raging snow, he saw what he thought was the landing strip and made an attempt to come down,
but again he couldn't get the plane into proper position.
As he fought to pull the sluggish plane up again and take another try at the landing,
he saw a hill near the edge of the lake
and realized instantly that the plane would never clear it.
Taking his only option, he cut the sputtering right engine and headed down, praying the ice would hold.
Although Sally and I realized something was wrong,
I had no idea how desperate the situation was
- until I looked out the window and saw the second propeller die.
Both engines were gone.
"Oh my God," I thought,
"we're going to crash."
A wave of intense fear and panic overtook me.
"God help! I'm going to die!"
Then, as quickly as the panic had overtaken me,
I was suddenly flooded with a feeling of calm.
I heard an inner voice comforting me.
Verses from the Bible - verses that I didn't know by heart and wasn't consciously trying to remember -
flowed through my mind, as if they were being poured into my consciousness by some other force:
"Be still, and know, that I am God."
"God is our refuge and our strength, of what shall we be afraid!"
"I am with you now and always."
As the words penetrated my soul,
I was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of peace, love, and the presence of God.
I was no longer afraid.
My mind was still,
I knew that God was there,
and I knew with absolute certainty something I had never known before:
There was absolutely nothing to fear in death.
I felt enveloped and protected by God.
As the plane tumbled towards the ground, I turned again to tending the patient Jean.
She had regained consciousness and was frightened
by the terrible turbulence and the atmosphere of tension in the plane.
Her eyes looked into mine, pleading for help.
Filled with the peace, calm, and bliss that had somehow come upon me, I was able to reassure her.
"Everything will be all right",
I comforted her,
somehow knowing this to be true whether we lived or died.
Just then Sally suggested that we turn off the oxygen tank.
Agreeing, I turned off the tank and freed Jean so she could breathe on her own
and then continued to calmly reassure her with absolute conviction:
I knew that, no matter what happened,
everything was proceeding according to some divine plan and that there was nothing to fear.
Gerry managed to steer the engineless plane and skid onto the ice - but
just as the plane touched down,
he saw that the lake was only partially frozen
and the plane was headed towards a huge stretch of open water.
Knowing the plane would never stop in time,
he forced its nose down into the ice.
It dug in and, by some miracle, the plane stopped just at the edge of the ice.
But as soon as the full weight of the plane settled, the ice began to break
and the plane started to sink into the freezing water.
Gerry jumped out of his door, stood on the left wing, and started radioing an emergency message.
Meanwhile, icy water was filling the floor of the plane,
and I was struggling without success to open the door on the right.
The water rose.
I shouted to Gerry but he was still frantically trying to radio for help.
The freezing water was pouring deeper and deeper into the plane.
Although I was still in a mystical, peaceful state,
I knew we urgently needed to get out of the plane.
I turned to Sally:
"Help me lift the stretcher and we'll float it out."
Again I shouted to Gerry.
Dropping the radio, he grabbed the door handle,
found it was jammed,
and banged with his fist until he finally managed to force it open.
I stepped out through the door onto the right wing of the plane
and found myself up to the groin in freezing lake water.
Though I pulled with all my might at the patient's stretcher,
I could not get it out of the door.
I called to Gerry for help.
Just as I did, he shouted that the plane was going down!
I grabbed Sally out from behind the stretcher
and, together, we desperately tried to pull Jean, floating, strapped to her stretcher, out of the door.
But it was impossible.
Then I remembered that the stretcher had been loaded through the cargo hatch at the back,
and that there was simply no way to get it out of the door.
Before we could even think about trying to unstrap her,
the plane tilted radically,
nose dived,
and sank.
There was no way to dive after Jean;
the plane had sunk without a trace into the pitch-black water.
Gerry, Sally, and I were suddenly floating in freezing water about 200 yards from an island.
Open water with a strong, swiftly moving current separated us from the shore.
Behind us the rest of the lake appeared to be frozen,
but we had no way of judging the thickness of the ice.
Later, I learned that we had landed on Lake of the Woods at a place called Devil's Gap
that never froze because of the strength of the current.
As I kicked and struggled to keep my head above the water,
I quickly began to tire.
My bulky arctic parka was dragging me down,
and my insulated boots were starting to feel like lead weights.
When I tried to take off the parka,
I discovered my hands were so close to frozen
that I had lost my sense of tουch
and couldn't manipulate the zipper.
I knew we had to get out of the water, fast.
I looked across the black, icy water and heard a voice in my head say,
"Swim to shore!"
But my rational mind interjected with words ingrained since childhood about water safety.
"Never try to swim to shore!"
"It's always further than it seems."
"You'll drown if you try!"
Gerry shouted,
"Try to get on the ice."
I swam towards it and tried to climb on.
Each time l attempted to kick and pull myself up,
the chunks beneath my arms would break off and sink.
Again and again.
I tried, becoming more exhausted with each attempt.
The voice in my head told me again to swim to shore.
"The ice is too thin," I shouted to Gerry and Sally, who were still strugging to get onto it.
Later I learned that Sally couldn't swim.
Finally, the inner voice became so loud as it repeated
"swim to shore"
that I surrendered to it,
turned from the ice, and began swimming through the fast-moving open water towards the island.
It was a long and difficult swim.
As I struggled through the frigid water,
I suddenly heard a low-pitched whooshing noise,
something like the rushing of a large bird's wings.
Without warning, I felt my consciousness rise above the water and found myself looking down
at my body
struggling through the water.
It seemed as if my being had expanded
and filled a much larger space than it ever had before.
The sense of peace and calm I had been feeling intensified,
and a sense of unconditional universal love flowed through me.
I was surrounded by light.
The world around seemed lighter and brighter;
as if the sun were brightly shining in spite of the snow and the dark, overcast sky.
I felt like I was being embraced by a universal, loving, and omnipotent intelligence.
This was not an intellectual knowledge; it was a certainty that went to the very core of my being.
The presence of this loving intelligence enveloped and overwhelmed me.
It was the most profoundly beautiful, blissful experience I have ever had in my life.
I knew that everything was unfolding as it should.
From above, I watched with detachment and curiosity as my physical body swam to shore.
I seemed to flit between being aware of what was happening to my physical body
and being totally absorbed in this blissful mental state.
As my body struggled towards the island,
it sank twice from sheer exhaustion and the weight of my waterlogged clothes.
Each time it went under, icy lake water filed my lungs.
As I watched from above,
I saw myself sputter, cough and struggle back to the surface.
Just when my body was completely exhausted,
my consciousness seemed to slip momentarily back into my body,
and I found myself looking towards the shore.
It was only twenty feet away,
but there was a strong current pulling me to the right and I could swim no farther.
But I was still in that beautiful, peaceful state of mind,
and I knew with absolute certainty that death held nothing to fear.
I felt only a vague intellectual curiosity and can remember thinking,
"Oh, I see, I am meant to die here in the life play I'm acting in just now."
Blissfully, I surrendered to the divine and the thought of death.
But just as I was about to go down for the third and last time,
I saw
- once again, through my eyes -
that a tall, fallen pine tree lay in the water, extending out from the shore.
The tree was to my right, and the current was rapidly carrying me towards it.
Suddenly I realized that if I could swim just two more strokes,
the current would carry me right into the tip of the tree.
The tree looked like a rescuing hand that was beckoning and reaching out to me.
Somehow I was granted the strength to swim those last two strokes.
When my frozen hand struck the fallen tree,
I felt no sensation at all.
I looked down at my completely numb hand.
I saw that it was bright red, and felt surprised.
My rational, medically trained mind pierced my blissful state of consciousness,
telling me my hand should be white if it was frozen,
since blood vessels constrict to save body heat.
Later I learned that, in the latter stages of freezing,
the body loses the ability to constrict blood vessels
and the white hands become red.
Death usually comes fairly quickly after this if the body isn't
warmed.
Mechanically, I pulled myself along the tree to shore and climbed over some piles of ice onto the island.
I turned to the lake and shouted to Gerry and Sally to swim to shore.
"You can make it."
I urged them.
Gerry by that time had helped Sally grab a piece of frozen wood and ice that was keeping her afloat.
It wouldn't hold them both,
so he turned and started swimming to shore.
He made it in and crawled to my side.
The lake was silent.
The nurse had stopped crying for help.
I believed that she, like Jean,
must have drowned.
Still floating between paranormal and normal consciousness,
I asked Gerry if he knew how to light a fire without matches.
He didn't.
Deathly cold, I started vomiting repeatedly.
The desire to go to sleep was almost overwhelming,
but my inner voice kept screaming
"No!".
Somehow I knew that - even though my consciousness was floating out of my body –
I must not let my physical body fall asleep.
If I did, I wouldn't wake up again.
Instinctively, I crouched into a full squat
and tucked my frozen fingers into my armpits to try to warm them.
I told Gerry to do the same.
The bitter, freezing cold was beyond description.
Then I felt my consciousness start to move further away from my physical body again.
I knew that we could not survive long in the snowstorm,
the subzero weather, and our wet, nearly frozen clothes.
We were freezing to death.
My consciousness hovered above my freezing body in light and love.
We almost certainly wouldn't have been rescued in time
if it hadn't been for an amazing series of coincidences.
The snowstorm was so severe and the terrain so hilly
that our final distress signal could only have been picked up
by a plane flying almost directly overhead.
Just at the critical moment
one was.
An Air Canada flight, on its way from Edmonton to Ottawa,
picked up the signal and radioed our crash location to the airport in Kenora.
Still, we were a long way from rescue.
We had crashed in a remote region.
Because of the mix of ice and open water, the island was not accessible by either boat or snowmobile.
Nothing but a helicopter could reach us,
and normally none were located in the region.
But, by chance,
one was being ferried that day from Edmonton to Val d'Or, Quebec,
by a pilot named Brian Clegg.
Concerned by the snowstorm, Brian had hoped to land at Kenora Airport
but had been forced to come down at a small Ontario Ministry of Natural Resources base
about five miles from where our plane had crashed.
When Brian had first landed, he had gone into the base and met with a Ministry staff pilot, Bob Grant,
who had also been grounded by the storm.
As they were talking, the phone rang:
Kenora Airport was relaying a message from the pilot of a twin-engine Aztec
that was flying in the area and having serious engine trouble.
Brian Clegg sensed that his helicopter might be needed.
He rushed out, began removing its protective weather covering and turned on his radio.
He, too, heard the relayed message from the Air Canada jet
and immediately started his engines.
He called to Bob Grant and, without any thought for their own safety, the two headed into the storm.
As they flew, Kenora Airport directed them to the general area of the crash.
The two pilots searched frantically for the large pieces of wreckage
they thought would be visible on the ice or among the trees,
but hampered by the snowstorm,
they could not see Gerry and me huddled
under the trees on the island
or Sally floating like a human icicle
clinging to a piece of ice-caked wood in the lake.
After making a rapid sweep of the area and finding nothing,
they decided to take a closer look at Devil's Gap,
where they thought they might have seen something floating in the open water.
Coming down low, they spied a seat cushion
- then they spotted Sally, who was unconscious.
Brian hovered the helicopter a few feet above her in the icy water,
while Bob climbed out and, hanging on to a strut,
tried to pull her rigid, ice-covered form out of the water.
Again and again she slid from his grasp.
When all else failed, Brian tried to balance the helicopter right on the water,
a dangerous maneuver since the least shift in weight could cause the helicopter to crash.
Fearlessly Bob - a non-swimmer -
straddled the skid, dangled his legs in the icy water, and managed to grasp Sally
and, eventually, get one of her hands around the skid.
With Sally hanging and Bob pressing her hand onto the skid,
the helicopter carried them to a spot where the ice was thick enough to hold Sally's weight.
Then, as the helicopter hovered a few feet above the ice,
Bob balanced on the skid
and tried in vain to push all of her rigid, frozen body through the doorway and onto the seat.
Finally,
he managed to wedge in all but her legs.
Using his body to brace her in,
Bob stood outside the helicopter on the ice-caked skid while they flew to Kenora Hospital.
About twenty minutes later the two men returned to the island.
They found us, but couldn't find a place to land.
The island was covered with trees and bordered by fast-moving water.
They were on the verge of despair when they noticed a small inlet
where the water was protected enough to have frozen solid.
Brian managed to land the helicopter, with its rear propeller
dangling over the water, on this small piece of ice.
Our rescuers gestured to us to come to the helicopter.
Gerry was able to stumble to the helicopter,
but I was only semi-conscious and unable to walk.
Without hesitation, Bob jumped out
and - not knowing if the ice could support the additional weight - came to get me.
He carried and pulled me over a hill, across the ice, and into the helicopter.
Once in the helicopter, I lost consciousness.
When we arrived at Kenora Hospital, the helicopter landed on the hospital's driveway.
My consciousness was once again floating above my body.
I was taken out of the helicopter, placed on a stretcher, and wheeled into the hospital.
I still felt completely at peace and had no fear of what seemed to be my impending death.
As I watched from above, a nurse covered me and my wet, frozen clothes
with a thin, loosely woven cotton hospital blanket.
Another nurse tried to take my temperature and was puzzled that she couldn't get a temperature reading.
My body temperature was so low the thermometer could not measure it!
As I watched I felt myself start to float further and further away from my body.
I knew that I was dying,
and I was at peace.
Suddenly I heard a voice say,
"Boy, could I use a hot bath!"
Hovering above, I was surprised to realize the voice had come from my own physical body.
Later I discovered that rewarming the body by submersion in hot water
had recently come to be considered an excellent emergency treatment for advanced hypothermia.
However, I hadn't been taught this in medical school
- and I have no idea why or how my body uttered these words.
Thinking I was regaining consciousness
and making a brave attempt at humor, the nurses laughed.
Like me, they were untrained in treating hypothermia.
But then one nurse grew serious and suggested that the hot water might help revive us.
The nurses wheeled our stretchers to the physiotherapy department,
pulled off our ice-encrusted clothes,
and slid our frozen bodies into the whirlpools.
As I was submerged in the hot, swirling water,
I felt my consciousness abruptly shrinking from its expanded state
and pulled through the top of my head back down into my body.
The sensation was similar to what I imagine a genie
might feel when it is forcibly sucked back into its tiny bottle.
I heard a whoosh,
felt a downward pulling sensation,
and was suddenly aware of being totally back in my body again.
I rubbed my numb hands along my legs and my arms in the hot water,
and exclaimed with joy,
"I'm back! I'm going to live!"
I was overwhelmed with joy at being given another chance at life
and awed by the spiritual impact of my experience.
Peace flowed over me.
That night, Sally and I were put in the same room.
She also seemed to be strangely blissful and at peace.
At one point she turned to me and said,
"I don't know why it happened, Yvonne,"
"but we have both been saved."
"Maybe we are going to do something important in our lives."
I just smiled in agreement.
I sensed that she, too, must have had some sort of intense spiritual experience.
In three upcoming videos,
we will be honored to hear Yvonne Kason M. D.,
who will answer some questions we have asked
about her dramatic and touching NDE.
She will speak about how she interprets today, after almost forty years, the NDE she went through.
She will also tell us how she now understands the situation
in which she viewed her body from above, while she was swimming in the icy water below.
Was her consciousness in her body, or up above it, or in both places at the same time... How is that ?
She will also speak about the mystery
of how her body uttered a phrase to the nurses, even though she was unconscious.
How was that possible?
Who spoke those words?
And how did the body manage to talk?
It wasn't her.
Finally she will tell us about other types of mystical experiences
she suggests should be investigated by the channel.
Don't miss these videos.
As Dr Yvonne Kason describes in "Farther Shores",
her profound NDE launched her on a quest as a medical doctor
to research Spiritually Transformative Experiences
and to specialize in counselling patients
with NDEs and other mystical experiences.
Dr. Kason has written two more upcoming books
about NDEs and other spiritual experiences,
called "Soul Lessons From The Light"
and "Exploring Spiritually Transformative Experiences,"
which we could translate into Portuguese as "Lições sobre a Alma que a Luz nos dá"
and "Explorando as Experiências Espiritualmente Transformadoras."
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This is a new frontier of human knowledge.
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