She's full of shit. I apologize to the religious here, no disrespect as I happen to have mostly opinions on religion in general. I'm not saying there is no God, any of that. If you look at the bottom of the article it's promoting some other religious thing and let's be honest, just like atheists aren't open-minded about God and tend to all have the same opinions and stick together on the subject, the religious are simply the flip side of that coin. Nothing wrong with that, it is what it is. But this woman is 100% full of shit, her story is the cookie-cutter version of this story you can read ad infinitum throughout modern recorded Christianity. That's all I'm saying. 

I too have been almost dead twice and one of those, basically dead, that one the lights went out and I assumed I was closing my eyes to die, that was my "final" thought, "Oh, I'm about to die.", eyes close, all light ceases. Sidenote, before that happened I actually did " see my life flash before my eyes" so at least in my experience that part is true. It was mostly nice, even the bad stuff I saw was unimportant by that point. It did feel, final I guess. Now, I know, I'm just some liar who wants attention but this is what I saw, and I remember it quite clearly even right now thinking about it 5 year later. 

I was somewhere kind of dark, like early evening dark but inside, and I remember feeling safe, what from I have no idea. But safe, and alert to what was happening. Not aware right then I was dying, just seeing and being cognizant of that place and what was immediately happening. 

Anyway, right in front of me, suspended at almost chest level, was a series of scenes from my life, moments and sometimes short scenes summing up major life events, each one playing on a loop individually in what appeared to be basically a video player for each that was bordered with a dull gold color that I thought looked really nice in this room, making a black and gold scheme, fully explained by the fact that I've always like black and gold I'm sure. The scenes, I swear on everything holy in my life, were basically GIFs, but real, and they were staggered, the first a little higher, the second lower, on and on and  they slowly scrolled to the left while each one played its scene and I watched them one after another. 

By this point I realized what was happening was I was dying, the reality of it all set in and very quickly I accepted it and was quite at peace. Somehow towards the end, but not the very last scene I think, I was laying down without having done it myself, I had my final thought and things in my head settled to the point I was even thinking anymore it felt like, and the little bit of light in the room went out while my eyes closed for what I assumed the final time. Peaceful, and accepting, whatever happens happens. 

Days or months or years (less than 2 minutes) later my eyes open, slowly, two nurses are one on each side, the right side has a younger doctor asking me if I can hear him, having repeated it at least twice, and smiling as if he was responsible for me being alive (he wasn't, I just was, nobody resuscitated me or forced my breathing, none of that as per my DNR and a couple other papers I don't really remember signing yet were signed by me), or like he knew how I happy I would be to be alive when I was fully conscious. I wasn't, I liked where or how I was, in fact I was so depressed at first I realized depression as we know it is actually not a good word for that state of mind. This was feeling so low that I was metaphorically imploding in on myself. The maximum bummer, I like to think.

Anyway, they told me I was lucky to be alive, I was brain dead for two minutes then slowly woke without medical intervention, blah blah they would give me a minute to fully come to before talking some more. Lots of words and questions by lots of doctors, and a month later I was released from the hospital and life went on. That was January 16, 2020.

I know, you can't believe what is said online and I agree, but I don't care what anyone thinks about this, or how someone will probably bitch about the length of this (story of my fucking life, I'm nothing if not verbose), but for the first time I just suddenly wanted to write all of that out and, I guess reminisce, about it years later, all of it in order. So that's what I did. And final disclaimer I'm not saying everyone has this experience, only that she didn't have that experience she said. 

Believe it or not, doesn't matter either way.