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My name is Andy Harley. I’m 28-years-old
and from Frederick, MD.
As a small dedication to your nice site,
I would like to share with you a poem that
I’ve written entitled, “My True Home”.
MY TRUE HOME
Drawn into tangible darkness,
Rushing high speed through a tunnel.
I’m somewhere between two worlds
Spiraling like water through a funnel.
I see a pinpoint of light in the distance,
Growing larger the closer I get.
But for some strange reason I’m not afraid?
And see it not as being a threat.
Entering into a realm so soothing
Of radiant, golden-white light,
Peace and warmth pours over my spirit,
It’s so beautifully — beautifully bright.
Moving with the flow of fine silk,
My translucent body glows;
Like thousands of tiny diamonds
They sparkle and superimpose.
A floodgate of knowledge has been opened,
With infinite waves of love;
There’s a pageantry of dramatic colors here
That just could never be dreamed of?
I see miraculous mountains of deep blue velvet
And spectacular valleys galore;
A waterfall dazzles with clarity and life,
This Elysian area I’d love to explore!
Drifting next into a garden,
With swaying grass so crisp, cool, and green;
The luminescent flowers pulsate,
Their shades so completely serene;
I hear music playing of harmonic beauty
That rolls like a glassy river.
Enchanting, mystical tones,
That would make any man alive shiver.
Then suddenly, I see someone in the distance,
Coming towards me to reunite.
This whistling person’s emanating glow,
Is such a comforting and glorious sight?
When I can finally distinguish who it is,
I realize it’s my Grandpap Jack.
He tells me that it’s not yet my time,
And that I must now . . . go back.
I could stay an eternity at this divine place
From just these few things that I’ve been shown;
But I know one great day for sure I’ll be back,
Because I believe this is my true home.
I was given the wonderful opportunity of
having my book of 62 poems,
“Till The Dreaming’s Done: Poems
Crafted For Thinking People”
(ISBN 1-4137-8232-9) published this year,
and this is actually one of the poems
that can be found in my book.
I was wondering if you would ever
maybe consider posting my poem
somewhere … anywhere … on aleroy.com?
It would be an absolute honor for me to
share just this one thing of mine with
whole plethora of good people strewn
throughout this great big world of ours.
If you would possibly consider doing this
for me, I would be forever grateful.
All the best,
Andy Harley
(This poem is approximately 20 years old,
it was originally posted on my website.
I read it again after I wrote “Going Home”
and noticed the similarities.
The Spirit World is very real.)
This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and was told by Lloyd Glen.
…On July 22nd, I was enroute to Washington, D.C. for a business trip.
It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the ovehead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if they were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk. When I got off the plane, a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, “Mr. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.” My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him, he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum, right over his heart. He had been severly crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness. The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital, six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood by his side — it was like a terrible dream. I was filled in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was okay — two miracles, in and of themselves. Only time would tell if his brain received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day, Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. Finally, at two o’clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, “Daddy, hold me” and he reached for me with his little arms.
By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine our gratitude and joy.
As we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely. In the days that followed, there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
Almost a month later, to the day, of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, “Sit down, Mommy, I have something to tell you.” At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
“Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn’t hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the ‘birdies’ came.”
“The birdies?” my wife asked, puzzled. “Yes,” he replied. “The ‘birdies’ made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.”
“They did?”
“Yes, he said.” “One of the ‘birdies’ came and got you and she came to tell you I got stuck under the door.”
A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as ‘birdies’ because they were up in the air like birds that fly.
“What did the birdies look like?” she asked.
Brian answered. “They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white — all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.”
“Did they say anything?” “yes” he answered. “They told me the baby would be all right.”
“What baby?” And Brian answered, “The baby laying on the garage floor.” He went on, “You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.”
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian’s body and seeing his crushed chest and unrecognizable features, knowing he was already dead, she looked up around her and whispered, “Don’t leave us Brian, please stay if you can.”
As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above. “Then what happened?” she asked.
“We went on a trip, far, far away…” He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn’t seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm him and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that was obviously very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
“We flew so fast up in the air. They’re so pretty, Mommy.” he added. “And there is lots and lots of ‘birdies’.” My wife was stunned, into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never known before.
Brian went on to tell her that the ‘birdies’ had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the ‘birdies’. He said they brought him back to the house, and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man the baby would be okay, but the man couldn’t hear him. He said, “Birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but they would be near him.” They were so pretty and peaceful, he didn’t want to come back. And then the bright light came. He said the light was so bright and so warm and he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in the bright light and put their arms around him and told him, “I love you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and tell everyone about the birdies.” Then the person in the bright light kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound came and they went into the clouds.
The story went on for an hour. He told us, “the ‘birdies’ were always with us, but we don’t see them because we look with our eyes and we don’t hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (and he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us do what is right because they love us so much.” Brian continued, stating “I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The ‘birdies’ help us to do that because they love us all so much.”
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he spoke of his ‘birdies’.
Everywhere he went, he told complete strangers about the ‘birdies’. No one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always get a profound softened look on their face and smile. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
New Year’s Eve Day, 1987, I was in a rear end collision which resulted in my NDE.
But first let me say that I was pulled up and out of the body before the moment of impact! While out of the body, I was just floating around the scene, enjoying a new perspective which can not be seen from our earthly view. My life at the time was pretty confining so I was really enjoying the new found freedom!
Soon, I felt myself being pulled into what I later came to realize was the tunnel. Still, I was just happy go lucky enjoying the experience. I somehow pushed against the sides and knew that it was an area that had “sides”. Soon, I began to see a bright light at the upward opening of this tunnel. As I noticed this, I also saw some “sparks” of that light floating down to meet me.
Then I came into an open area with no bounds that was super bright. Still being the curious artist that I am, I started looking around and up. Above me I saw the most beautiful opening. You could compare it to overlapping clouds with an open area near the edge. But the “clouds” were the most brilliant white/blue. I now am amazed that I could look at it as my eyes are very sensitive to the light. At the opening the “clouds” were lined with the most beautiful color you can imagine. If I put a color to it, I would say that the trim around the opening was a silver/gold but darker, not as brilliant nor as transcendent/airy as the opening.
In the opening was my visual concept of the kindest, most God like, figure that I can muster. (A jovial monk.) He gazed at me for a moment and instantly we were together “standing” at a nonvisible begining of the combined energy of All. I knew that He, and the energy knew, that I was there and I felt the most complete Love possible. It was Love plus! I knew in an instant that all that I ever was and ever would be was known, not only known, but Loved and accepted. (I say Loved and accepted only that doesn’t do it justice!)
This became a part of me instantly, and once it did my conceptualization of “God” directed me downward and to the left. There was a HUGE “Jesus” stepping out of some clouds. He faced me and there became a creation panel in front of Him. He was using what I now identify as laser beams, and within the creation panel were mathematical forms. I knew that this meant that he was creating the events of the world and my life.
Then I went down more through a forest and came out near a cave. I think that the “ladies” who took me through the forest were my Grandmother and Aunt. Next to the cave was my deceased Son. He directed my attention into the cave and I could see a wizard deep in the cave. I entered and I feel that this cave was semi-circular down. It came out on a landing, a dirt type landing next to a river or body of water. The wizard became an oarsman who pulled a boat up to the bank and bid me enter.
As we neared the landing across the river, I was told that I must go back! Believe me, they knew what they were doing getting me in the middle of stream to tell me that I had to go back!!
By the time that we got to the shore, pulled the canoe up and I was half-way up the embankment, I turned around and said, “It is going to be OK.” Then I finished my climb, made a right hand turn and awoke strapped down in the X-Ray room of the hospital.
I had not returned to my body enough to feel that I was strapped down. I could only see a green haze as my glasses were off. I only knew that I was alone and couldn’t move and couldn’t see anything! I bet that they heard my screams on the 3rd floor of the hospital.
Hi Leroy: I read your article about near-death experience and I have to tell you that for the short space the answers were very precise and clear. I mean from my point of view.
My name is M.R.; I am from New York. My first language is Spanish. I will try my best to make my story the most understandable possible.
Almost nine years ago, I had I think was a NDE. Happens that I suffer from stuffing nose and dyspnea. Things that affect my breathing while sleeping. Well I remember that early morning, I awoke gasping for air but my nose was clog likewise was my throat. The sensation I felt was like having my trachea locked. No oxygen could get into my lungs. It was horrible; I still was half-asleep and began to extend my arms through the walls scratching them in intent of my body trying to find the way to breathe again. Was in vain, after all that struggling to avoid being taken for a force so powerful I was just remember being sucked by something as a huge vacuum that detached my life from my body. The experience is horrible when you are awake and dying by asphyxia you are weak but there is the feeling that you are losing your physical life. And then I knew I was taken by this enormous energy at a super velocity that I couldn’t avoid, resist I was gone.
Then you feel going faster inside something that you cannot really explain with the adequate words. It is so fast that I cannot say it was a tunnel, I just can say that you in whatever existence you are transformed, this force takes you with such power that you only feel the sensation that you are going to a force that is claiming you. Yes you belong to it. I call it One. Then you know that you have left your body because once you are out of it. I saw down at my body and could see how my arms were stiff with the last movements I made while gasping for air. I couldn’t understand how I was capable of seeing me and at the same time continue being taken by this force. Then I or whatever is you when you do not have body but seem to be existing in another plane. I was like in other dimension where everything was obscure. Then I heard a voice that I cannot say if it was a voice from a man or a woman, but was a peaceful one and told me; “do not be afraid”.
At that moment I did not see anything, no one, any light. I just felt in such a joyful state of peace, no weight, I was transformed from physical body to just sensations; happiness, an enormous feeling of peace and love. Suddenly my sense of me went to another level, this time I saw that big or huge white mass and while getting closer to enter into it I began to feel that inexplicable sensation of being bathed in a beautiful warm and lovely light. You are just drawn to that irresistible mass of love. For me it was my contact with that Higher Divinity. I felt so good, so light, suddenly realized that I was free, surrounded by the most beautiful source of love. I couldn’t believe that at the same time I was wondering how could I be conscious of what was happening if I am supposed to be dead. And I was getting closer to that white mass, suddenly my living force was sent back to my body. It was a small amount of oxygen getting back inside my body through one of nostrils that was slightly open. Then when the life force entered my body, I screamed “Padre”, in English “Father”. At that time I started coughing and my body was cold and shaking.
My niece who was in the bathroom when heard me screaming “Padre” so loud and coughing, she went to my room to see what was happening to me. I could hardly speak to her. I continue coughing and crying.
I told her, “G. I think that I died”. She hugged me and look at me in astonishment. She gave me some water to clear my throat. When I felt calmer and the temperature of my body become normal; I explained to her still crying what I felt happened to me. She was afraid because in my face was the expression of someone that has gone through an unexplainable experience. She embraced me and cried with me.
Well since then my life changed completely. You are suddenly lit up from inside, and this illumination makes you more aware in how to understand what real love is, how deep we can go in trying to understand what death really means. How we must find why are we were returned to the physical dimension. Now I do not fear death or the fact that we have to go to other planes of existence. And I agreed with you in saying that you live with the sensation that someone is with you in the form of thoughts. I call that presence One. Because from that experience I learned that all humans are One connected to the principal One the “High Divinity or Higher Force”. Sometimes I feel alone because many people say that I am crazy when I tell them my story. Others find it interesting and believe that maybe after all NDE is happening.
My way of thinking is every day evolving from knowledge to wisdom. There is a mind hungry all the time trying to understand things that before I wasn’t aware of. I have the feeling that when I returned from that dimension called death something else entered into my body. And this thing guides me and teaches me by challenging my old way of understanding life, explaining me about how we can continue in the learning of what dimension is the real one or how both are complemented. I was always wondering how can a world like this continue existing with all that unfairness, humans divided due to continue stuck in their ancient beliefs. I was always vulnerable to the pain of the world, to its ignorance at all levels. Factors that I consider the culprits among others who continue being an obstacle for Planet Earth to evolve with the guide of One or the Higher Force. When I see people suffering or that I know that they are sick. I can’t control asking “Are you in pain? Do you feel sick”? And there is the desire in me to embrace the person and transmit my love to them. Or I feel if I can just reach some part of their body or something that is close to them I can send positive vibrations of love that will ease their pain, illness or sadness. I can go on and on with the changes I continue seeing in my life. But at some point I feel that I do not belong to this dimension, and feel alone. Because I think that I am already dead or that I without wanting for it was taken to one of the most debatable mystery of life entering the other dimension where we are thoughts and emotions.
I receive so much data from “One” my companion from the other dimension that I feel like a torrent of energy greater that the capacity of my small body to handle. I sense that the High Force is so close to me that I begin to cry and then my body is drawn to a state of peace where I just fell asleep. For me it is like while I am in that state I am taken to places that later I cannot remember very well. Now I am more used to the presence of this Higher Force and I know when ONE sends for me. It requires too much discipline, practice to understand the changes in your life the way you begin to think. I wonder if we are living in an illusion or everything revolves around the mind; and there in the mind is the key to open The Pandora Box and finding the answer for the real truth.
For now I have to go. If you have read so far my story, thank you very much for allowing my soul to speak.
I wish I could contact those other beings who like me are out there watching and bringing our humble light to illuminate those who want to learn that this world evolves and evolves without they having a notion of how One makes the magic.
This site is so amazing covering all those questions, doubts with such domain that it has helped me to put in words what I have gone through and the logic in some answers are very good!
Thanks. Continue giving us light to see where wisdom is hide!
