I observe my Son in-law strangling me. I am dead! Now I enter a realm of consciousness where I can feel and observe my own body. An ambulance comes to fetch me. I am taken to the hospital, stripped naked and shoved into the rack of the mortuary. I see a feminine body, nude beside me. I feel the consciousness of loins stirring. It’s pitch dark like hell and it’s arctic cold. I lie in this state for two days. On the second day I am taken out. A nurse cleans me with spirit. I feel a tingling sensation like the sensation of applying aftershave. I am dressed now. And then put in an ambulance and taken to my home. There’s a procession of vehicles following me. In one of the vehicles, a choir is singing Christian hymns. Finally we reach home, and my coffin is taken out and placed on a bed inside me house. Many people come and pay me my respects. Some try to kiss my cheek. Few place their wreaths on me. After a prayer and more hymn singing, I am taken to the church. I become witness of a funeral service conducted on my behalf. Then I am taken to the cemetery. My grave is very deep. While they are lowering my corpse, they slip. My coffin tilts and stands vertically. I fall out of it. I hear the cries of anger and shouting. I hear someone saying: “this is bad luck and indicates death to happen”. My sturdy brother in-law jumps into the grave and brings the coffin horizontal and places my body into to it. Last rites are uttered and priest throws sand. Finally my grave is sealed. Can I rest here in peace, no I can’t. My consciousness is not dying.