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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.
When I was about 4 yrs old I died. I accidentally hung myself and was not discovered until I was blue and not breathing. Since that time I have had many Spiritual Experiences, here is one such experience: In 1975 I went to a spiritual retreat in northern California. On a Saturday I attended a class called “Healing Outside of Time.” During the class I closed my eyes and meditated, All at once I was lifted out of my body, above this dimension and into another one. I was standing in a misty place and there were 3 beings there. They “gave” or passed something to me. I was not sure what but the next thing I knew I heard the class instructor say we would have an intermission and I was in my body in my seat again. I opened my eyes and walked outside the room.
As I looked at the ocean, I could “feel” myself in the ocean and the ocean in me, I could feel myself in the trees and the trees in me. What was really strange was that I could also feel the automobiles, electric wires, asphalt, buildings all of this universe inside of me. I was at One with it All. I looked around at other peoples faces and it was imposible to tell where they left off and I began. I could feel their face on mine and my face on theirs. Words do not explain this Wonderful feeling of Oneness with all Life.
There is much more to this but I cannot put it in words. However, the experience lasted for 3 days. Since that time there have been many such experiences. These days I am given things in meditation that I feel compelled to write down. I will leave you with one such message I received about Silence:
Silence
What is silence? Is silence an absence of sound? No, for I have felt the Silence while walking on a noisy, crowded avenue. Is silence an absence of thought? No, for Silence has come upon me in the middle of a movie theater even while focused on the action of the movie. What then is silence?
On a warm and lazy day, while lying in the grass and looking up at the sky; the clouds come and then move out of sight, yet the sky remains. An airplane appears and then is gone, a bird flies by and still behind all this the sky remains.
Turning the gaze inward, a thought comes and then disappears, a feeling floats by and then is gone, yet behind all this the Silence remains.
My child, you have learned to still your thoughts in order to become aware of the Silence within. Yet, I would not have you cling to the practice which led you to your inner Silence, but rather, rest in the inner Silence to which you were led. It is Silence from which you sprung forth and Silence to which you shall return, but in truth, you have always existed as the Silence. A lifetime appears and then passes away, and another, and another, yet, Silence is undisturbed.
Infinite, Eternal, the Silence of your Being, even now, beckons you home. It is the Silence of your Being that is the real “hidden manna” and now know this: I have given you a white stone, upon which is written a “new name”; Silence is that name. And no one knows saving him that receiveth it. Your real name is Silence. You are the Silence from which all Life flows. You are the Infinite Silence Itself.
At all times, in all places that appear to you, learn to rest back in the Silence of your Being; commune with that Silence, feel that Silence, know that only the Silence is Real.
Oh dear one, have I been so long a time with you and thou hast not known me? Know Me now, the Silence of your Being. Trust Me, I will never leave you nor forsake you, for in truth, I Am you.
Peace, My Peace, I give unto you. Rest now, in the Silence of Being.
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.
Life can be very, very hard for some of us. The pain of life can become unbearable and at such times it seems that the only way out is to kill oneself. I know this feeling because I have killed myself. My suicide was not a cry for help. I made sure that nobody was going to find me before I died. Mine was a genuine and sincere attempt to kill myself. I was finished, I could continue no more and I followed the only course of action that I thought was right. I took a massive overdose.
Before you die there is the possibility that things could improve, one way or another. Once you’ve killed yourself though, you can’t turn back. Not unless a miracle happens. Such a miracle did happen to me when I made my suicide attempt. Because while I did certainly succeed in dying and leaving this world, I was assured by people in the next world that I’d made a big mistake and was sent back into my body, which only by a miracle of God, revived itself without any medical assistance.
My suicide was back in 1976. I was very lonely and depressed and quite simply did not want to continue living nor did I see any purpose in my living. My life seemed a futile and empty existance. I felt it was time to say goodbye to this world. Late in the evening I took a massive overdose, put the Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here” album on and settled down to die quietly.
Three days later I found myself lying on the living room floor. I couldn’t stand up and was so weak I could only crawl. But I was alive. I remembered having left my body and spending quite some time, (I don’t know how long but it seemed like a long time) in a place somewhere, sitting and listening to some people talking to me. I felt relaxed in this place and with these people, They were very nice and understanding people and they were telling me that this was not the way it had to be, that I did not have to kill myself and that I could go back and live again. They totally reassured me that I was supposed to be alive and there was a purpose for it. There was no judgement there from these people, only love and compassion. These people seemed to know me and I got the distinct impression that they were aware of my life and all of the problems I had been going through. They knew with utter certainty that my life was worth living and that I should go back into my body again. They spoke about my life with confidence. I was something special to these people and in their eyes, I was worthy of having my life back. They treated me with the utmost respect and kindness.
So when I found myself back in my body, alive and lying on my living room floor, I was very grateful and happy to be back here again. I had been given a second chance. Later that day I was taken to the hospital and when I told a doctor how many tablets I’d taken he exclaimed, “You should be dead!”
After this suicide NDE I realised that I was not alone. Those people in the spiritual dimension were aware of my life and my every struggle through it. Imagine that while you are in pain and turmoil, that there are people who are watching you and begging you to carry on, not to give up. These people cannot contact you directly because you have to overcome these terrible problems without their help. For they are the people in the spirit world who are invisible to us. And yet these people are hoping and praying that you find the strength to carry on. They don’t want you to give up because they know that if you just carry on a while longer, you will overcome some of these terrible problems and find some respite. They know that you will gain more by simply hanging in there, rather than giving up and taking your own life.
It may seem impossible at times, it may seem pointless to carry on but believe me, I’ve been there and tried suicide. Thankfully I was shown by those people in the spirit world, that suicide is not the answer and does not solve anything. I was lucky because I was sent back to continue my life. The problems I had been suffering from prior to my suicide did not all disappear overnight. However, the realisation that my life was worth living, enabled me to tackle my problems and not just give up.
