I talked to him about it a couple years after that. He was going through PT and OT to walk again. Dude is a fighter and overcame a lot. So, I asked if he felt people in the hospital praying for him after the doctors gave the death sentence. He said, in a way he did.
He described an alternate dream-like state. He was having a conversation with an old guy: black, grey hair, long dreads, a Moses type beard, and just a cool person. The guy was sitting on the steps outside this mansion. He was having fun, just laughing with the guy. Talking about his hopes and dreams. The guy talked about how one of his sons hates a child he created and left the house, how he had to kick that child out because he and his wife could not follow his rules, how he sent his favorite son to correct his mistakes. And then suddenly, everything started getting really cold, he literally felt everything going numb, he started breathing hard. The old guy invited him into his mansion but warned that once he entered he could not leave. And that's when he started hearing the families voices (mom, dad, siblings, mines and his other cousins, aunt and uncles, and our grandparents). He thanked the old guy and said he's going home now. The old man said bye and that we'll meet up again at the end.
He told me this while crying. I told him, "I can't believe GOD is an old Rasta"
It was 10 minutes of straight of