A Shared Death Experience With Dr. Sharon Prentice

The death of her premature daughter and the diagnosis of her husband launched Dr. Sharon Prentice into a rage against god. An incredible, unexplainable Shared Death Experience (SDE) rushed her straight into the arms of the universe and opened her eyes to the true nature of god and where she now believes we go when we die. Today Dr. Sharon Prentice is taking us on the journey of her SDE... and talking about how this one moment inspired a new career path and her book Becoming Starlight.

Transcript

I'm so excited that you're here with me for the podcast coming back because we've had a lot of stories about intuition on the show and what happens in these moments before and even after death of loved ones.

So if you could please,

I'm excited to share with our listeners exactly what it is that you do and study.

So if you could please share your lost story with us.

Okay.

Lost story.

It's kind of a biggie.

It goes back a ways.

I lost both my daughter and my husband.

And when I lost my daughter,

I kind of lost myself.

And then years later when I lost my husband,

That's when I had the experience that I now know is called a shared death experience.

Those are two supremely big losses to have the death of a child and then the death of a spouse as well.

I kind of want to dive deeper into both of them in terms of the circumstances surrounding and then what eventually happened to lead into the shared death experience.

Okay.

I had a very,

Very rough pregnancy.

I got sick almost immediately after I was pregnant.

It was six and a half months.

She came early,

But it was six and a half months of just pure,

Pure,

Pure sickness in and out of the hospital constantly,

In and out of premature labor constantly.

It just wasn't a very fun time at all.

And I was terrified.

And you can imagine what it's like when you try everything that you possibly can to hold on to this life inside of you,

But you know that every single second that passes,

You could lose her.

So I ended up counting days and weeks and months just trying to get to the point where I knew that she would survive if I happened to go into labor early,

Which I did.

I was just a little over six months when I went into labor and she only lived for maybe 15 minutes and she died in my arms.

And when that happened,

Something was born in me that I honestly did not know even existed.

It was a rage and a despair that was so overpowering to me that I lost myself and everything that I've ever believed in.

I started bargaining with God when the premature labor started.

I made every bargain in the world.

You know how people do that when they think,

If I say,

I'll do this or do that and I'll be good and I won't swear and I won't,

I'll devote my life to taking care of everyone in the world if you'll just do this for me,

Just let her live.

And that bargaining got more and more and more intense,

Almost to the point of panic because I knew what was happening.

And then at the moment of her death,

I realized that this being,

If that's the word you want to use,

That I had always believed in,

This God entity that I had been told about from the time I was a little kid.

If he existed,

He was evil and mean and just horrible and I was going to spend the rest of my life beating him at his own game.

So I set up this revenge plan,

This existential plan,

Where I was going to beat death and beat God at their own game.

So that way,

If I could control everything in my life,

Nothing bad would ever happen to me again.

So the events surrounding her death changed me,

It altered my life from someone who was really joyful and happy with the way life had been to someone who hated anything that was good and kind and don't even mention God to me or an all-loving being out there that watches over us and takes care of us because that part of me died.

And then a few years later,

My husband started getting very sick and no one knew what was wrong with him.

To make a long story short,

It ended up being that he had pancreatic cancer.

He was in the military and he was in electronic warfare and he actually designed a lot of the warfare that's on our battleships.

And so he would be closeted in a very small room and his body was bombarded with all kinds of things that the human body is never supposed to be bombarded with.

And it just ate right through him,

Pancreatic cancer.

And it was at the moment of his death that I was granted this,

What I now know is called a shared death experience.

It was,

You want to know what I believe happened,

Why I was given that experience or would you like to talk about something else for a little bit?

Well,

Let's see.

I think we're teasing a lot of this at the beginning,

Which is super exciting.

And you gave us a sniff of the person that you were before your daughter's death.

And I'm always curious,

Especially because there's such a 180 with your relationship with God here.

Can you jump really far back into the past really quickly and talk about how you were raised and what you believed about God before that moment?

And then we can go forward into the shared death experience and your belief of what that was or what you stepped into at that moment.

Sure.

Raised,

Southern Baptist or Methodist,

You know,

It depends on where we were living.

My dad was in the Air Force and so we moved all over the country and we lived overseas and it was just a constant,

Constant flow of all of these energies coming in at us and different beliefs and different,

You know,

Because you meet so many different people in the different places that you live.

But I was always presented with this picture.

Okay.

As children,

I believe we need these pictures adults give to us.

You know,

This is what heaven looks like and this is who and what God is and this is what God looks like.

And so in my mind I had this picture of this being,

This man,

Looked a lot like Charlton Heston in the Ten Commandments.

Remember that movie?

Yes,

I do.

Yeah.

And so it was this,

This all powerful guy that lived outside of you somewhere,

You know,

Up above the clouds and he was just sitting there watching everything that everybody did.

And if you did anything wrong,

He was waiting to throw lightning bolts at you so you had to be a good little girl.

And if you were good,

Then nothing bad would happen in your life.

God was this outside entity that was just there.

And that is,

That was my version of who God was.

So when I was going through this pregnancy and all of these things started happening to me,

When I would pray or when I would bargain or I would beg or I would demand or whatever it was that I was feeling at that moment,

In that moment,

All of that was directed at this childhood picture of this guy that was outside of me.

And when he did not respond,

And I'm using a generalized he because that's what I had always believed.

And when he did not respond the way I wanted him to respond and when he took my daughter,

Which is exactly the way I felt he did this to me,

That I just,

That system of belief that I had had since I was a child just disintegrated.

It was just gone.

And at the time I was telling myself,

He doesn't exist.

He doesn't exist.

But at the same time I was saying,

If he does exist,

I'm going to get him.

I'm going to beat it as I'm game.

I am going to make fun of anyone who even says that there is a good and loving entity,

God watching over all of us.

Anything that had to do with faith,

Anything that had to do with God or heaven,

You didn't want to be around me.

You didn't want to say it because I became an angry,

Angry,

Full of rage woman who blamed this entity for taking the life of a little tiny baby.

And that to me was,

She were evil.

So God was this outside entity that was evil that I went around saying did not exist.

And if he did exist,

I was going to beat him on his own game.

So that was,

It was this total disillusionment,

You know,

Of everything that I thought God was that I had been taught.

That's what God was.

And that lasted for a very,

Very long time until that very moment when I realized that I didn't want anything to do,

Nothing to do with that type of being if he even existed.

So when my husband got sick,

I got even worse.

I played that game,

This revenge,

Battle,

War,

Whatever word you would like to use,

Where I became the most controlling person you ever would ever want to be around.

I figured if I controlled every single solitary thing,

And that meant my husband,

That meant the hospital,

That meant the doctors,

That meant anything that was happening in my life,

I had to control it and control it in any way that I could,

Whether that was being manipulative or lying or whatever I had to do to beat this entity that I said I didn't believe in.

But I think subconsciously,

I really wanted to think that it,

You know,

That was really real so that it was something that I could point my hatred at.

You know,

So when my husband,

We finally found out what was wrong with him and of course the sickness,

Pancreatic cancer is what the final diagnosis was and that is a brutal,

Brutal disease.

And so I actually moved into the hospital with him.

That was during a time when the hospitals didn't kick you out,

You know,

You still got to stay in the hospital.

We were up on the cancer ward and there were six families that surrounded us and we all became very,

Very close knit.

You know,

We watched out for each other constantly and one by one,

Everyone lost their battle and every single time something of that would happen,

I would get more angry and more bitter and more full of rage and more and more and more controlling.

And that,

All of that comes from what happened with my daughter.

I struggled with this for so many years.

There was an eight year period between when she died and when my husband died.

And the last day that we were in the hospital,

The day he died,

We'd been in that hospital for six months and it was six months of the most intense pain and fear and anxiety and anguish and every word that you could,

You know,

Possibly think of.

And that morning,

The tumors had broken up in his body and traveled.