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forum to tell a bit about the NDE's I experienced in 1998. I told them I would and I only hope that it serves a purpose and opens a few door to a few questions that you may have about the other side. I look forward to someday returning,(in God's good time), to that wonderful place again and reuniting with my dear mother, grandfathers, Aunts, uncles, friends, cousins and my chatty sister Raine who actually chose my husband for me and continues to make her opinion known whether I want to listen or not. :shrug: I always hear conversations going on and if someone spends enough time around me, they'll start to see, hear and feel the People who seem determined to spend my life with me, not that I'm complaining, at least, not most of the time. In any case, here's what happened to me:I knew I was going to die about 20 months before the actual date I crossed. November of 1996, my sister, who crossed in 1972,had come to me and let me know that things weren't right in my body. I have had Rheumatoid Arthritis since I was 12, (that's another story all together) and consequently, I thought that the nagging pain in my upper left back was a symptom of my arthritis secondary to a car accident I was in in 1994. In January of 1998, A friend of mine, an EXCELLENT astrologer, gave me my yearly chart reading and she told me to watch out for August 7th because I would have some issue with blood, (no pun intended). Now as that year went on, particularly starting in March of that year, I started to really get stronger pain BUT it wasn't constant. I was getting periods of weakness and lightheadness BUT it wasn't enough to impact me that much. That's neither here nor there, the fact is that come august, I wasn't eating alot but again, that wasn't completely abnormal. Late night August 6th , looking back on it now,. I realised that that deep and irresistible call to sleep was the first time I passed out. The next day, I felt fine so I went on my merry way. I was on the phone with this same astrologer friend when I passed out again. when I came too, I told her that I needed to got to the restroom. My mother and brother realised I was in there too long. turns out that I was haemorrhaging from a perforated ulcer, that I didn't know I had and it had started eroded into the arteries supplying the liver. The came into the restroom to see me sitting, fully dressed and blood everywhere. Of course, they called the 911 and I was transported to hospital. ONce again I phoned my friend the astrologer and very calmly told her that I was going to die. I started to bleed out once again and told her( I swear this is exactly what I did), "I've got to go, I'm going to die now". The next thing I know, I was in the operating theatre where doctor and the entire surgery was rushing about trying to save my life. The weirdest part of this is that although I had NO BLOOD PRESSURE, (blood volume was on the floor), I was conscious, talking, lucid and VERY warm. The doctor kept asking me if I could hear him, following his request to the nurse to take my blood pressure and give him the reading. Each time she told him that I have ZERO blood pressure, he would say, t"that can't be right" and then ask me if I could see him. This happened 3 times until I finally said in an exasperated way, "I can see you, alright?!!" I knew that I was about to cross, even before the next strangest thing happened. As you can well imagine, there were a number of conversations going on in the theatre, yet I could hear and understand each and every one. I heard one nurse tell another that that I had less than a 5% chance of even waking up with a functional brain, yet it didn't matter because I had already said the Lord's prayer twice. One of the nurses came over to ask me what she could do for me. I asked her to pray for me and I'd be alright.It's real strange how calm I became. I knew that no matter happened, I would be okay. Now, I have to tell you that that I remembered my NDE's backwards. Putting things into as best a chronological order I can, I was in a meadow playing with children a game that I only describe as "ring around the rosy". However, instead of falling down, they would leap through air, leaving a trail of fairy dust behind them. I was having a ball UNTIL I realised that the meadow was disappearing and what I can only describe as a white marble floor becoming more and more apparent. I then found myself in the presence of what can only be called God. He told me that I had to go back, This is where I started bargaining. I told him that I didn't need a house, that I could just sit there at His feet. Then I said that I was finally here and I never thought that I would make it. He replied, "The only one you thought that was you." I then said, with tears, "but it will hurt" and He told me "It won't hurt very much." ( Even when I awoke from surgery and during my long convalescence, I NEVER HAD PAIN TO SPEAK OF). However, I then did something that I' never done, even as a small child. I jumped up into the air, spread eagled and slammed in to the floor. I laid there screaming, snotting and sneezing all over the place, like some that was going to change the outcome.The heaviest thing is that the Creator of everything, (EVERY SINGLE THING IN THE UNIVERSE!!!), knelt down and picked my dumb behind off of the floor, put His arm around my shoulders and told me that "when it's your time, I WILL CALL YOU." Evidently, that wasn't enough because that next thing I remember, I was trying to tiptoe <<<<TIPTOE, For crying out loud>>>> into "arched entrance that lead out to the meadow again. Now mind you, I was tiptoeing through the room where first met God. AND HE WAS THERE with His back to me. Now, even if God didn't know I was there by some crazy chance, the two light beings FACING ME MIGHT HAVE CLUED HIM IN!!! He was speaking to these two beings, which for all the world were made of light, His back to me, them facing me. Just as I was about to take that last step back to paradise, the kids, the meadow, etc, He turned around and said to me, "You're back". I started to cry and he told me what my reasons were for having to go back. I don't remember what he told me but I know that there was a myriad number of things that I was going to have to do. He told me that when it was my time to cross, He would come for me, that He would call me. Apparently, that wasn't enough because the next time around, I found my self in I believe was the tunnel. My sister Raine and a friend of ours that passed in 1990 from AIDS were literally glassing me in the tunnel, because I was trying to find a way to get back to Heaven. I was plastered on that "glass" barrier like a giant Gecko. I can tell you the last part of Heaven I saw was the most beautiful tableau. A perfect green meadow in the foreground that gradually elevated into the rolling green mountains in the background that had trees in the gorges and everything had an aura, Golden and they were actually moving in response to some sort of music that pervaded everything. Now, when I looked straight down, there was a void that was composed of swirls of black blacker than anything you've every seen, trust me. I, however was so certain that I would do anything to get back, that I was willing to leap into that void to make it back to Heaven. I then heard my sister tell Leonard, "We'd better hurry because she's going to get out of here. I was sped back to Earth and HELD IN MY BODY TO MAKE SURE I STAYED!! when I woke up in ICU , I couldn't understand why I was on a ventilator. I asked for a pad and pen to write to the Respiratory therapist that I wanted that damn thing out of my throat. It was removed and that I I went back to sleep. The next time I woke up, ALL of the nurses on the ward were crowded around the room, (the walls are glass), and pointing at me,like I'd just been dropped from a spaceship from Mars, with a third arm growing from my forehead. Within minutes, a couple of nurses came into the room as asked me why I was still there. You see, they were SHOCKED that I not only awakened but I wasn't brain damaged. A virtual impossibility considering that I had completely lost my blood volume twice and stopped breathing once. I responded to their question by telling them that "someone prayed for me, that's why." I'd told my mother when I'd awakened earlier that I had been on a bus and later on, realised that that was the tunnel. Later on, doctor, came in and asked me why I was there and going on to tell me that God had a plan for my life. My doctor was an Iraqi named Dr Al-Salti. I told him the same thing. But it wasn't until 11 days later that I learned that I'd died on the table twice and stopped breathing once. My mother used to asked me about heaven alot and I believe that the main reason was sent back was to tell everyone that needed to know what I'd seen and experienced. I have a lot more tell, if you need me to but I figured that this is a good place to start.
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