This blog is more than an account of Near Death Experiences. It ponders in detail the tough questions of life. Who are you, and why are you here in this physical world? What happens when you die, and is there a judgment? However, most anything could appear here. This is not a news blog, archived posts are just as relevant as new posts. Check the boxes at the top of the page for the Contents, Contact, Forum and other links.
The reason these experiences are called “Near Death Experiences” is due to the interaction with people which the experiencer meets while clinically dead. The experiencer may meet deceased relatives, friends, or loved ones, as well as persons unknown to the experiencer. These individuals may be called Light Beings, Angels, Guides, or Teachers.
The one most remembered by the experiencer is the one who tells them they must go back into their body and finish their physical lives. This person could be a relative, loved one, religious figure, or someone unknown. Usually the experiencer resists going back, wanting to stay in the spirit world. But they are reasoned, or forced, back into their bodies to finish their life in the physical.
While this is the most common experience there can be variations of it. Sometimes a choice is given to remain in the spiritual, or to go back into the physical. Here the experiencer must decide what to do. Each experience is unique to the experiencer. No two are exactly alike.
Since no two experiences are exactly alike many other things can happen in the interaction with people met during the experience. Relatives can tell the experiencer things previously unknown. In one experience a relative told the experiencer where to find their last will. In another where to find some hidden money. On occasion the experiencer will meet a relative unknown to them and verify the relative was real after coming back to life, or meet a relative they didn’t know was dead.
Experiencers may be shown buildings, art, the hall of records, the crystal city, among many other things. Colors, music, flowers, and fauna they had never before seen.
Some will be given a life review. Their life will pass before them on a screen while they review how they interacted with others during their physical life so far. They will feel what others felt during the process. If they harmed an individual in any way the experiencer will feel the same pain felt by the person they harmed, and conversely, if they helped an individual in any way the experiencer will feel the same joy felt by the person they helped. This is sometimes call the judgement. It is judged only by the experiencer though light beings will be present to help if asked. Life reviews are teachings that help us to change our attitudes and feelings toward others so we may be more loving individuals.
There may be other things happen that I have not remembered. I hope this writing will encourage you to read a lot of near death experiences. The more you read, the more you will understand the nature of this phenomenon. There are over 300 experiences on this site, some small, some large. I posted them exactly as I received them with only a spell checker run on them and words that were mispelled corrected.
This is what makes experiencers know their experiences were real. You may have heard skeptics say near death experiences are just hallucinations, delusions, and such, that can be reproduced by scientists using drugs or electical stimulation techniques. This, of course, is totally false. The research now being done on near death experiences is showing that consciousness does indeed live after the death of the brain and body. I hope you will read the current research as well as many near death experiences.
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.
It was the summer of 1963 and we wanted to go camping at Scott Lake near Sisters, Oregon. The lake there was always warm and the mountains all around us. My brother Brian and I were walking up the back way of the hill to the rock quarry when we spotted a large squirrel that was screaming at us, wanting us to leave the area. We went to see what it was guarding and it ran to the edge. We thought that we had it trapped and proceeded to capture it. As I went forward the squirrel lept off the ledge and streched out it’s arms and flew all the way down to the other side, which was at least 75 feet high.I stepped out on the rock that the squirrel had just lept from and was looking down at the large rocks below when the rock I was standing on shifted. As I spun around to try and grab the ground that came up to meet my face it went into slow motion. I remember Brian’s look on his face was pure terror as my weight slowly pulled me over the ledge. I grabbed frantically at the rocks and soil for a hold, then I got both hands on a protruding rock that held my weight while my legs swung slowly in on the little bit of overhang. I could not get my feet to get a foot hold.
As I hung there names were being called out from all over the campground. People were watching a small kid hanging off a cliff and calling out their kids’ names. I looked out and up at Brian for some help, but all he could do in shock was to scream. Then the rock that was holding me let loose a little and I knew then I wouldn’t be able to hold until someone could come and get me. On the next swing of my legs the rock pulled out of the side of the cliff and I was looking at it when that happened, it came down with force right into my forehead.
I just relaxed and felt like I was spinning in slow motion. Just before I hit I saw two teenagers streched out like they were going to catch me, but they couldn’t reach me due to the large rocks. I landed on my back, but just before impact my spirit stopped and when my body hit it felt like a mattress, I bounced up and hit the second time and bounced again. I know that I was thinking that I bounced like a basketball as I drifted out of consciousness.
The names never stopped, every name you can think of was still being called out. Then a voice that I knew, but still not sure if it was my great grandfather, asked if there was anything I wished to do before we left and I replied I wanted to go home. I liked where I was, it was protected and I thought that I’d just look one more time before leaving.
The next second I was in our living room at home, I’m not standing, but up on the ceiling looking around. It was then that I saw an old toy train my mom had as a kid, and when I saw it, a heavy sorrow came over me. Then I heard my mom’s screams and I told them I wanted to go home with mom. I was told that I would have pain and I remember saying I didn’t care I wanted to go to mom. With that, I came to on a picnic table where the two teenagers had brought me. A grandmotherly woman putting something in my eyes, she had decided to clean the blood off my face so that the parents could ID the body.
As I sat up the old woman fainted and mom was screaming as she came to me, I passed out and came to at the hospital after three days in a coma. To this day I have not had any problems with the headaches the doctors said that I’d have.
I’ve had more life problems that I also have survived including Cancer. One month ago had a rollover and flipped at the top of Mt Hood in a Fourrunner. It crushed the roof flat with my wife and daughter and grandson and not a scratch on any of us. Thank God.
