Sleepwalking

In 1997, my life was normal and to a large degree fairly predictable. One may even say boring. There was a comfortable rhythm that one comes to expect: a type of managed mental rut. Children played and laughed in the park. The world was flat. There was no global recession. Everything seemed easy. Life was good. Then a hand reached down from the heavens, grabbed me, and pulled me up. I unexpectedly died. Dreams, Near Death Experiences, heart attacks, connecting to something greater than oneself, these are the topics of this book.