Dr. Christof (Christoph) Koch

I died.

And in a sense that myself was gone.

Christoph was gone.

There was no voice.

There was no body.

People who looked at me, so this was all done in fairly controlled circumstance, people who looked at me all just saw me sort of...

whining a little bit and with eyes wide open huge expanded pupils but you don't see you don't see you don't hear you get totally cut off from the world when i say i it wasn't christoph it was a conscious there's no question did it ever i mean whatever remained was man woman child god angel demon but it it didn't experience anything except

a point of overwhelming brightness.

So there wasn't color.

There wasn't left or right because there was no space.

Space had collapsed into this point.

There was no stereo or texture.

There was no pain.

There was no pleasure.

There was no sound, no smell, nothing.

There was just this point of icy bright light and terror and ecstasy.

That's it, three things, bright light, terror and ecstasy.

For timeless, there was no time.

There was no perception of time.

So it wasn't too long or too short.