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Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife is a New York Times bestselling nonfiction book and autobiographical book written by. Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander - A scientist's case for the afterlife Thousands of people have had near-death experiences, but scientists have argued that. Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife. Dr. Alexander's book Proof of Heaven deserves to be a major international bestseller, and I.

The next morning, he was rushed to the hospital, where he spent seven days in a meningitis induced coma. Once he had woken up from his coma, Dr. Alexander was told that he had suffered from a very rare form of meningitis, bacterial meningitis , and his recovery was a miracle.

During the seven days of his coma, Dr. Alexander claims that he experienced the afterlife and he met and spoke with God.

This afterlife experience proved to Dr.

Alexander that consciousness is autonomous from the brain. After this experience, Dr. Alexander now began to believe in life after death, religion, and the soul. This is journey is revolutionary considering it happened to someone who did not believe in any religion or life after death. He is now teaching people that it is through this belief in religion, the soul and the afterlife that true health can be attained.

Proof of Heaven was featured in Newsweek [5] and Dr. Alexander's story was presented on ABC news Nightline.

He settled five malpractice suits in Virginia within a period of ten years.

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Among the discrepancies, was that Alexander had written the cause of his coma was bacterial meningitis, despite his doctor telling the reporter that he had been conscious and hallucinating before being placed in a medically induced coma. He also claimed that the Esquire article "cherry-picked" information about his past to discredit his accounts of the event. Alexander describes the hallucinations in his book, saying that they were disjointed and centred around both random events and his doctors.

We were still in sunshine at 7, feet, but a mile and a half below us the streetlights were blinking on. Twilight jumps were always sublime and this was clearly going to be a beautiful one.

This would make me drop almost miles per hour faster than my friends so that I could be right there with them after they had built the initial formation.

Normal procedure for RW jumps was for all jumpers to break apart at 3, feet and track away from the formation for maximum separation.

Upside down in a full-head dive and approaching terminal velocity, I smiled as I saw the sun setting for the second time that day.

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But I never had the chance. Plummeting toward the formation, I saw that one of the new guys had come in too fast. Maybe falling rapidly between nearby clouds had him a little spooked—it reminded him that he was moving about two hundred feet per second toward that giant planet below, partially shrouded in the gathering darkness. Now all five other jumpers were tumbling out of control. They were also much too close together. A skydiver leaves a super-turbulent stream of low-pressure air behind him.

If a jumper gets into that trail, he instantly speeds up and can crash into the person below him. That, in turn, can make both jumpers accelerate and slam into anyone who might be below them. I angled my body and tracked away from the group to avoid the tumbling mess. I looked over and was relieved to see that the disoriented jumpers were now also tracking away from each other, dispersing the deadly clump.

Chuck was there among them. To my surprise, he was coming straight in my direction.

He stopped directly beneath me. He must not see me. His pilot chute caught the mph breeze coming around him and shot straight toward me, pulling his main parachute in its sleeve right behind it. For it would take less than a second to tumble through his deploying main parachute, and—quite likely—right into Chuck himself. At that speed, if I hit his arm or his leg I would take it right off, dealing myself a fatal blow in the process.

If I hit him directly, both our bodies would essentially explode. My mind watched the action in the microseconds that followed as if it were watching a movie in slow motion. The instant I saw the pilot chute, my arms flew to my sides and I straightened my body into a head dive, bending ever so slightly at the hips. The verticality gave me increased speed, and the bend allowed my body to add first a little, then a blast of horizontal motion as my body became an efficient wing, sending me zipping past Chuck just in front of his colorful blossoming Para-Commander parachute.

I passed him going at over miles per hour, or feet per second. Given that speed, I doubt he saw the expression on my face. But if he had, he would have seen a look of sheer astonishment. Somehow I had reacted in microseconds to a situation that, had I actually had time to think about it, would have been much too complex for me to deal with. And yet.

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I had dealt with it, and we both landed safely. It was as if, presented with a situation that required more than its usual ability to respond, my brain had become, for a moment, superpowered. How had I done it? Over the course of my twenty-plus-year career in academic neurosurgery—of studying the brain, observing how it works, and operating on it—I have had plenty of opportunities to ponder this very question.

I finally chalked it up to the fact that the brain is truly an extraordinary device: I realize now that the real answer to that question is much more profound. But I had to go through a complete metamorphosis of my life and worldview to glimpse that answer. This book is about the events that changed my mind on the matter. They convinced me that, as marvelous a mechanism as the brain is, it was not my brain that saved my life that day at all.

A part that could move so fast because it was not stuck in time at all, the way the brain and body are. This was the same part of me, in fact, that had made me so homesick for the skies as a kid. But I do believe now, and the pages that follow will tell you why. I also spent two of those eleven years investigating how blood vessels in one area of the brain react pathologically when there is bleeding into it from an aneurysm—a syndrome known as cerebral vasospasm.

After completing a fellowship in cerebrovascular neurosurgery in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne in the United Kingdom, I spent fifteen years on the faculty of Harvard Medical School as an associate professor of surgery, with a specialization in neurosurgery.

During those years I operated on countless patients, many of them with severe, life-threatening brain conditions. Most of my research work involved the development of advanced technical procedures like stereotactic radiosurgery, a technique that allows surgeons to precisely guide beams of radiation to specific targets deep in the brain without affecting adjacent areas.

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I also helped develop magnetic resonance image—guided neurosurgical procedures instrumental in repairing hard-to-treat brain conditions like tumors and vascular disorders.

During those years I also authored or coauthored more than chapters and papers for peer-reviewed medical journals and presented my findings at more than two hundred medical conferences around the world. In short, I devoted myself to science. I felt immeasurably lucky to have found it.

More important, I had a beautiful wife and two lovely children, and while I was in many ways married to my work, I did not neglect my family, which I considered the other great blessing in my life. On many counts I was a very lucky man, and I knew it. On November 10, , however, at age fifty-four, my luck seemed to run out.

I was struck by a rare illness and thrown into a coma for seven days. During that time, my entire neocortex—the outer surface of the brain, the part that makes us human—was shut down. In essence, absent. When your brain is absent, you are absent, too. Wonderful stuff, no question. But all of it, in my opinion, was pure fantasy. What caused the otherworldly types of experiences that such people so often report? All of consciousness is. This is because the brain is the machine that produces consciousness in the first place.

When the machine breaks down, consciousness stops. As vastly complicated and mysterious as the actual mechanics of brain processes are, in essence the matter is as simple as that. Pull the plug and the TV goes dead. The show is over, no matter how much you might have been enjoying it. Or so I would have told you before my own brain crashed.

I now believe that this might have been what was responsible for the depth and intensity of the near-death experience NDE that I myself underwent during it. In those cases, the neocortex is temporarily inactivated, but generally not too damaged, provided that the flow of oxygenated blood is restored through cardiopulmonary resuscitation or reactivation of cardiac function within four minutes or so.

But in my case, the neocortex was out of the picture. I was encountering the reality of a world of consciousness that existed completely free of the limitations of my physical brain. Mine was in some ways a perfect storm of near-death experiences.

As a practicing neurosurgeon with decades of research and hands-on work in the operating room behind me, I was in a better-than-average position to judge not only the reality but also the implications of what happened to me. Those implications are tremendous beyond description.

My experience showed me that the death of the body and the brain are not the end of consciousness, that human experience continues beyond the grave. More important, it continues under the gaze of a God who loves and cares about each one of us and about where the universe itself and all the beings within it are ultimately going.

The place I went was real. In fact, I value it more than I ever did before.Proof of Heaven was featured in Newsweek [5] and Dr. The author narrates his experience with scientific details that validate "truth" as I understand it.

He earned his B. View all 24 comments. No one returns from the dead.