Seekers on Unique Paths

I am of 20 percent native american blood, (BTW...sported the "bad blood" by my grandparents on moms side... puritanical german/swiss roots.) My religious beliefs (although I wince to call it that) more along the line of what my dad's side grandparent taught me, who was half Creek. Respect for the land and such, hence my reprehension for the Koch's outfit... but I regress again...
I studied Buddhism in high skool, read all related books, Siddhartha and so on. I moved on into the Koran from there.
Like I stated, my beliefs just tend to align with those of basic Buddhism but I certainly am not a master of that religion by any long shot nor would I claim to be.
I can only tell you what I experienced in post was real, but only I can, it's just a memory trapped in a moment when I encountered the woman (I'd been for a fleeting moment) in the grocery store, truly life altering from then on. It wasn't just a "recalled memory". I moved though the dog, to her, to some sort of "heat"... (fireplace? electric heater?) once then disembodied I could no longer see, feel, hear, taste, smell or cogitate. ONlY "experience", essence, instinct, a feeling of
"being a point in space that could expand infinitely or shrink the same... sort of... instinctually. Not "on demand" as we think of in our human skull.
Let me illustrate another example of this sort of thing I'd like shared here if anyone's interested:
Probably 1980 or 81 I got the call my maternal grandfather had died. I was awoken that morning by the phone call that was my mother telling me this news. But in the dream I was awoken from, I was sitting at the side of his old rocker, and he was speaking to me in perfect german. I know only enough german to barely get me to the train station and post office. But I was rattling german off to him like a native tounge... and thanks to mom calling didn't write it down, cant recall the words said.
Coincidence? I think not.
Pleasant Valley hospital circa 1984 or 1985. Pt dies on gurney, cardiac arrest. All surrounding nurses, myself, the doc and the respiratory tech witness a man getting up from his body, walking into the blue sky and clouds that appeared on the other side of the room as his body died. It was right after I whispered in his ear to him to "get up. get up and go on...." after 20 or so minutes of CPR.
I've got a couple dozen of these experiences in working my field the last 25 years, and there are surely others who have had similar. Share here.
Like I've said here before, much as I'm just working through the details of this out loud here because I'm no longer embarrassed by it, but my own religion is more in line with atheism with some old native american Creek/Cherokee and Western Navajo (my uncle married into) philosophy mixed in, if some Buddhists think of Buddha as a "god", they might find my belief system objectionable.
But that's just conjecture.