LATEST STORY... David Franciosa (Melbourne, Australia)
In this series, read stories from people who have 'died' and come back to tell the tale, or hear incredible tales from all over the world, from those who have been a hair's breadth from death and chose another way...
David Franciosa is a hit single Australian singer-songwriter. He is a passionate cook and author and appears as the much loved character "Uncle Salvatore" in a new YouTube sensation, a hilarious cooking show aimed to connect us all back to the joy of making food. In this latest story, David shares his near death experience tale ...
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"I had a premonition before the event, a sense of dread. I knew this was not something to be ignored as I had a similar kind of premonition many years before, one that left me with a gnawing undercurrent of deep discomfort. That time, it had proven true as my father passed away soon after. I had only been a teenager. This time, 14 years later, the premonition showed me a tragic accident and I knew the vision was showing me my own death." READ MORE
READ DAVID'S STORY NOW!
"I had a premonition before the event, a sense of dread. I knew this was not something to be ignored as I had a similar kind of premonition many years before, one that left me with a gnawing undercurrent of deep discomfort. That time, it had proven true as my father passed away soon after. I had only been a teenager. This time, 14 years later, the premonition showed me a tragic accident and I knew the vision was showing me my own death." READ MORE
Alastair Wilson (Lanark, Scotland)
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"A wave of great sadness blanketed me, a flood that my internal male Scottish heritage would not allow. Instead of howling anguish that is my truth, it immediately replaced those feelings with anger and a gnawing shame, an ache that won’t let up.
Through the deafening timeless silence, a shout like an electric shock drags me back into the 3rd dimensional world, cutting through the thick darkness. My brain, a rusted mud encrusted wheel now oiled, begins a forward momentum, focused on that sound. I know that name, the name being called. A bad dream being shaken awake, that name somehow belongs to me." READ MORE
"A wave of great sadness blanketed me, a flood that my internal male Scottish heritage would not allow. Instead of howling anguish that is my truth, it immediately replaced those feelings with anger and a gnawing shame, an ache that won’t let up.
Through the deafening timeless silence, a shout like an electric shock drags me back into the 3rd dimensional world, cutting through the thick darkness. My brain, a rusted mud encrusted wheel now oiled, begins a forward momentum, focused on that sound. I know that name, the name being called. A bad dream being shaken awake, that name somehow belongs to me." READ MORE
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