The blinding white light as I've experienced it in my own experiences presents itself as the infinite potential of all things. All shapes, forms, dimensions, colors, etc all are sculpted from this white void. When I find myself there, it has been preceded by the stacking of holographic scenes, one on top of the other. There are many of them and it happens very rapidly. Egyptian imagery is often involved and in my experiences seems to play a pivotal kind of role. Once so many holograms have been stacked on top of each other, and all colors are accounted for in all parts of the holograms, white light begins to balloon out from the madness, time slows down to a halt, and sheer infinite love ensues.
So for me, once this transformation is complete, and all that is left is white and all of its implicit forms, time has come to a complete stop. As it slows down, I can literally feel and perceive the particles of time dilating until they become absolutely meaningless referentially. Now even though blissful "eternity" is experienced at this time, the experience obviously comes to an end, and my standard notion of time is re-awakened. The clocks in the two worlds don't seem to really match up at all. As time in the physical world faithfully ticks by while remaining motionless in the white light.
There is a schism in my location in space and time. On one hand, I find myself soaring through white light, while retaining the feelings of my back and legs making contact with the couch/chair/bed I'm sitting on. It's as if there are two selves, and perhaps this is analogous with the two hemispheres which may be perceived as two distinct selves. There is the left brain ego sitting on the couch in the physical world with the right brain self experiencing the totality of the universe being projected outside what is standardly regarded as the self (the left brain ego). At least that's one why I interpret the situation.
"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein
"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead
"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb