Seekers on Unique Paths

Thank you for the suggestion, but I've seen many of the best neurologists many times since, had the whole workup time and again. After giving up on two of them, seeking that perhaps valuable second opinion and others since with each time I've become concerned this could happen again. How many times can I say, normal, normal, normal and normal?
I'm no longer ashamed to have anyone categorize this as you have. Precisely why I kept this to myself for many years. Best speculation I had a seizure, a bad one or series of them that couldn't be stopped. Certainly plenty of these experiences can be explained much like this kind of seminar...Maha. I've heard this kind of lecture and many, many others in 25 years of studying neuroscientific explanations of this kind of experience, partially as adjunct to my career as well, attempting to explain what happened to me that night.
Once this presenter has effectively been dead but alive, misplaced yet simultaneously aware of a makeup other than one's own body then realizes the confirmation that she wasn't where she thought... Whoops. Nothing in her or any neuro arsenal of logic can explain this, it is far beyond our capability to do so. I cannot default to "god" as many might try to attribute this to as well, it simply happened as best I can explain.
What motivates speakers such as this one? I have a schizophrenic brother as well. If only it were that easy for me. Sorry. No. All I can give you is what happened, whether you believe it or not is your choice. I really only know one thing for sure from this:
I no longer fear death as I did, leaving all platitudes behind.
There are none there until visitation with other beings or spirit spreading out into the energy fields around us when the body cannot sustain our spirit anymore. The bed, the bricks, every "thing" does contain this energy. I only retain the essence of both creatures I inhabited for such a short time, could not bring their "thoughts" with me.
Uncanny, I know and only I can truly know what happened to me that months later. It's the only thing that convinced me the experience I described was real, not confabulation of my seeking an explanation. I buried this but have been disturbed by it for 25 years now. Allow me to correct your tense here, allowing for person:

Buddhist practice teaches us to perceive reality beyond the world being created by our senses, and it doesn't sound as if I was ready for that.

I am now. I no longer fear death as I did. Constructs such as heaven, hell, nirvana have melted away. Only end of suffering awaits until new suffering gets embodied for me. I will not recall, but only retain the essence of the lessons of this life once there.