There are no right words

I've spent more than thirty-five years searching for the right words.

Putting it into words is simple - and it never works. Other people won't find the words for it, or anything to compare it to. Not because they haven't read enough. Because they haven't been through it themselves.

However much you study what happens in clinical death and in coming back, no consciousness from the ordinary cycle can understand it. I'm not saying this to hurt anyone. It's about qualities. If you had come back, nothing would be left of your old qualities.

Even once someone has come back, the return itself goes on for a while. Everyone has their own time and their own process. Every return is different, without exception.

There hasn't been a single day when it went away or lost its edge. That doesn't happen. And I don't believe it happens to any of the returned. If anything gets forgotten, it'll be something else, not what's already an inseparable part of them.

I have no regrets. It was what it was. It seems it couldn't have been any other way. The main thing is to know where to go and how. When you don't know, that's where people break.