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I was a young, ‘tough guy’ years ago. Another life, it seems. I was in Northern Ontario, looking for work in the mines when I happened to get into a ‘scuffle’ with another young tough guy. I fell and hit my head (the temple) on the corner of a metal waste container on my way to the floor. I was on my hands and knees, looking at the blood streaming from my skull into a pool on the tiles.I looked up and saw that I was no longer in the room I had been in, but, I was outside in a beautiful setting…rolling hills, trees, birds singing in the sky. I was surrounded by a large group of beings. They were in a circle around me, observing me as I kneeled before them.
There appeared to be order to their positions. The younger looking ones were in the front, closest to me. The older behind, peering over the heads and shoulders of the ones in front of them. All of them wore white robes and were hairless.(Bald). They were communicating with each other with their minds and I could ‘hear’ their thoughts in my mind, very, very clearly. The younger ones were asking of the older ones, ‘Is he ready? Is he Coming? Should we help him? Is he ready? Is he Coming? Should we help him?’ The older ones simply stated, ‘Wait, be patient, wait.’
(Keep in mind, at this time in my life I was not spiritually involved or religious in any way. I was a tough guy and I felt — and was proud — that I walked alone.) I shook my head and found myself back in the room, bleeding profusely from the cut. My ‘opponent’ helped me to my feet and took me to get stitched up.
This vision was a profound and powerful event in my life, as you can imagine. It was some time ago (over 30 years) and there was not much talk those days about near death experiences, so I kept quiet about it, pondered it, absorbed it, and eventually found myself renewed by it. (I was not on drugs, either, so it was not a drug-induced hallucination.) This event occurred. It was real and I have no doubt of it’s authenticity. I have been given a gift in this seeing and can tell you all with complete confidence.. You are not alone..EVER! And, there IS NO DEATH! Rejoice, be well, love!
L.L
I call this NDE experience GRANTED for a very special reason.My NDE, and to tell you the very honest truth about it, I am not really sure if this is what you would call this. I will make this very short and to the point.
I figure that I was a young teenager, around 15 to 16 years of age. I was sleeping one night and I felt this tremendous pull out of my body. My room was naturally dark, so I did not look down and view my body or go through a tunnel of darkness and see a great white light at the end of this tunnel.
Instead, I seen something much, much better. I seen Jesus Himself. I felt a pull up in the corner of my room and seen Jesus! He had long brown hair, he had on a white robe with a deep red scarlet sash covering His shoulders and hanging to His waist. His arms were stretched out to me. I felt a tremendous pull directly to Him. I resisted and he kept pulling me. As I was approaching Him I felt so much love and acceptance. I felt like crying with relief for this overwhelming sense of comfort and unconditional love that I was then experiencing from Him. He then said to me, not through his words but in the form of mental communication, “Come, you have had so much pain.” I wanted to naturally go to Him but knew at the time my mother was still alive and was going through a very difficult period and needed me to be with her. I did not want her to come into my room and find that I had passed on during the night. I then said to Jesus mentally, “I want to come with you but my mother will be in so much pain and will take this very hard. If it is your will I will gladly come with you, but please let me go back to be with her.” I remember kneeling and for a few moments Jesus did not answer. I sensed that Jesus was ready to take me then and He knew that it was my choice to stay. Then with a one word command and in a voice so sweet, full of compassion and loving, but with a command of authority like no other He said the word, “GRANTED” and I was once again in my body.
I live today knowing that He will be there on the other side waiting to personally take me home with HIM when it is trully my time to pass. My mother just recently passed away, so I await His coming for me! I do not mean to sound as if I am hanging around waiting to die. I am still grieving over her loss and I have my good and bad moments. However, I know in my heart that this is not the end. His very words, “Behold, in My Father’s house there are many mansions. I will go and prepare a place for you.”
Thank you for taking the time to read this and please pray for me and my brothers and sisters for strength and guidance over this difficult period of our lives.
