When it comes to talking about things of the afterlife, atheists are often like toddlers with their fingers in their ears, going “lalalalala.” Louisa Peck was that person. A self-described materialist atheist who, by her own admission, despised all things churchy.
She had spent her entire life firmly on the side of science and deeply unimpressed by anything that smelled of the supernatural. And then, in November 1982, at 22 years old, inside a Manhattan nightclub, her heart stopped for three minutes. What happened next changed everything. And she was not even slightly happy about it.
