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I think I had an exit point once which I remember clearly. The others I am not so sure of.
The reason I think that one might have been was because a pleasant stranger came up to me about an hour before and we ended up doing a life review.
This was the most unusual encounter.
Then I drove off in my car to go home, was involved in a horrendous accident, completely mangled car...police said they could not understand why I had survived, run from the wreckage, with only flesh wounds. As the car which crashed into me was coming I saw brilliant white light everywhere.
I never saw that particular stranger again in town.
I always knew it was weird, but in hindsight I wonder if that was one of my 'exit points' (I was 38 years old.)
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