Paul Garrat, a housepainter, who had recently [been] involved in a near-fatal and horrific car crash … outside of San Francisco. […] After a fastpaced ambulance drive, his heart briefly stopped beating […] While in his practically deceased state … Garatt underwent a bizarre and frightening so-called NDE, which he briefly discussed in a letter to his local newspaper … Garratt told the doctor … that he felt himself falling at highspeed … Garratt said he was confronted by a never-ending, utterly flat, light blue, sandy landscape that was dominated by a writhing mass of an untold number of naked human beings, screaming in what seeed like torturous agony. Above them he saw a purple sky filled with hundreds of flying saucer-like objects that pulsed and throbbed, almost as if they were living, breathing entities in their own right. The objects busily raced back and forth across the skyline in a fashion that Garratt likened to seemlingly metallic soldier-ants or worker-bees performing never-ending, vitally important tasks.
Garratt never felt the calmness and tranquility that others who have experienced NDEs have reported. Quite the opposite, in fact; his mind-or his disembodied life-force, perhaps – was in utter turmoil as he watched the flying saucer-like craft suddenly slow down their movements to an eventual standstill high above the mass of people below, and then bathed each and every one of them in a green, sickly glow. What happened next was even worse, Garratt told the doctor: small balls of light seemed to fly from the bodies of the people into the green glow. These small balls were then ”sucked up into the flying saucers.”
At that point, an eerie and deafening silence overcame the huge mass of people, who duly rose to their feet as one and collectively stumbled and shuffled in the hundreds of thousands across the barren landscape – like in a George Romero zombie movie – towards a large black-hole that had now materialized in the distance. Suddenly, Garrat felt disoriented and the next thing he knew he was groggily coming to his senses in a hospital bed.
— Nick Redfern, ”Final Events”