“Near Death Experiences” Part 1/4 – Tricia Hague-Barrett 2017

“Near Death Experiences” (NDE’s) seem to happen to many people, and those that experience it, say that it changes their whole outlook on life and death.  What exactly do we mean by the term “Near Death experience?”  Is it a real death?  Is it imaginary like some would have us believe?  Do we actually leave our bodies (OBE’s) and find ourselves with more powers and abilities even when our bodies are no longer working, when we find ourselves flying without wings in the air, without our legs we find ourselves walking along roads, and without our mouths we talk with loved ones that have passed away years before? We even speak or hear other languages, ones we know in real life we do not even understand.  


Personal experiences are often hard to explain, and sometimes we feel that if we say something about our experience, others will laugh at us, or they may think we are weird.  Well, regardless, I wish to share my experiences so that you can judge for yourself.

I am looking at this only from a Bahá’í perspective, and of course from my perspective.

There are many times in my life that I should have died.  I did a few crazy things, and others did some crazy things to me.   Some of those times, I wished I had died.  At other times, I feared for my life and tried so hard not to die, but as close as I got, only the times that I experienced being out of my body during operations will be the focus of my writing here.


The Autobiography that I have almost completed, will be more of a complete story.    There were many questions that I had about why I didn’t die, what am I still here for, and where will I go when I leave this life anyway?  I didn’t start thinking about these questions until after I became a Bahá’í, and I shall focus a little on each of these questions as I write here.


Story One


1971 National Women’s Hospital, Auckland, New Zealand.




I had given birth to my son, 14 months earlier at the Rotorua Hospital, and had a massive prolapse because of a Matron who caused my insides to fall into the toilet.  I had the highest temperatures recorded at 113 Fahrenheit.  I was unconscious for 4 days after this event.  I was told that because this happened so soon after having my baby, they could not operate to put things back in the right places.  I would have to wait for about a year to have corrective surgery done.


14 months later, I entered the operating theater for a massive repair to my tummy.  As always is the case, I went out like a light.  Apparently, I was not supposed to be asleep for the whole operation and had been given an epidural for this purpose.  Obviously, I needed to talk to them and answer questions and move my legs and arms fingers and toes as they connected my nervous system up again.  I was knocked completely out though.  At one point in the operation, I left my body and sat up on a shelf above the whole scene.  I was completely mesmerized by the actions of those below me.  They were picking up items and had the whole surgery done internally, but back in the day when there was no camera’s to assist.   I watched as they gave my body more anesthetic, and wondered why they were doing that?  I tried to communicate with the medical people, but they were too busy talking about their golfing tournament to hear me.


I thought about what they must be doing to my insides and found myself inside my tummy watching them working on stitching up and sorting out parts of me that were in the wrong place.  It was as if I didn’t have to travel by distance, but by thought instead.  It was fascinating as I heard their voices saying what they were doing, and I was there for almost the whole operation.  I watched as they did 60 stitches and a seam around my bladder, and it seemed weird since there were no cuts on the outside of my body.


Suddenly, there was a panic amongst the staff, and I was catapulted out of my tummy and went back to the upper shelf near the ceiling.  People were running here and there, and a machine was brought in and two white things were placed on my body on the chest, and I watched as my body arched itself with the power of this shock.   I yelled out as loud as I could to the surgeon and told him “Look, here I am up here, see, I am ok, stop panicking.” but nobody seemed to hear.


Three times they tried to bring me back, but it was on the last shock that I found myself slipping back into my body, and woke up in recovery.  On waking up, I asked the nurse if anything unusual had happened to me during the operation?  She went to get the surgeon who told me that they nearly lost me.  I then explained to him what I had experienced and that I was yelling at him from up near the ceiling and they would not listen to me.


I also told him about the 60 stitches and a seam and many other things they had done inside of me, and about his stupid conversations during the operation, his golf tournament, and how he got a hole in one.  I explained how I was shocked that they could talk about such things while supposedly concentrating on the operation.  I was told that I would never have children again, and explained the fact that when I left my body, I could travel via thought, faster than any other method of travel.  I told him that he had overdosed me on anesthetic and that was the cause of my nearly being lost.


Of course he was quite surprised and just sat staring at me.

Tricia Hague-Barrett
Author: Tricia Hague-Barrett

Tricia Hague-Barrett Is a New Zealand Bahá'í and applied for membership in 1973. She has served in many capacities, including as Public Relations Officer and was appointed an Archivist in 3 communities. She has served on several Spiritual Assemblies. She is a published author and poet, has written an Autobiography, and she has helped produce and been one of the voices on “Bahá’iTime” on Community Radio. She has created several video presentations for YouTube. Tricia studied art with The Learning Connexion in Wellington, NZ receiving a Diploma of Art & Creativity. An artist with multiple talents in Pottery, Sculpting, Painting, chanting and other arts, she has also tutored art with little children as well as adults. She was invited to go to the Marshall Islands to help create 52 radio programs based on the Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh (2004) Her love of art has seen her create posters, pamphlets, and articles during her lifetime, and of course many other things to help further the Cause of Bahá’u’lláh. A mother of 5, grandmother of 12, and a great grandmother of 2.

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