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.
Pamela Reynolds Lowery, 53, died on March 22, 2010 of heart failure at Emory University Hospital. She was truly a brave person. This video is about the surgery Pam underwent to fix a brain aneurysm in 1991. The surgery was successful, and Pam Reynolds became famous for her near death experience.
Comments: (in response to NDE #24)
Hi John, I absolutely believe in the eternal nature of human souls. We existed before we were born as spirit children of God. We came to earth to gain experience, a physical body, and to learn things we would need to know to help us fulfil our potential and become more like our Father. Of course I don’t have a full understanding of your experience, but I would think that if you came back from His love, there must be something in this life you are yet to learn or experience. It might even be something as simple as learning the patience to endure to the end. I’d love to talk about it more, but only if you’re interested! Best wishes, E.
Comments: (in response to NDE #29)
Don’t give up!! Yes there is a perfect light and love to return to when we die, but He wouldn’t have sent us here if there wasn’t a good reason! There are things we need to learn and to do, experiences we need to gain, relationships to develop (yes, these can be eternal too). Like you, I have felt frustrated by the shallowness and meaninglessness of so many aspects of “normal” life. If only others could glimpse what the real purpose of life is, and the greater picture we are all part of! I personally have never had a NDE, but I can relate to so much of what is described. I feel a close connection with God, and through study, prayer, and spiritual experiences, I have a deepening understanding of His teaching that we should be “IN the world, but not OF it”. Unfortunately, working for a living is one of life’s necessities to avoid burdening others with our physical needs. But we have so much opportunity to do more, to reach out, and to lift and help others. Imagine when we return to that Love after we die. How it might be to return “home” knowing we’ve done our best to serve others and to see people we’ve taken time to care about, or knowing we’ve wasted the time of our “probation” here. There are so few of us who have felt His love. His influence is in the world where people invite it, but we are His hands. Lets do what we can to share the hope of that peace and love to those who’ve not yet felt it.
I hope this has helped even a tiny bit!
With love, E.
I have had a near death experience, went through the bright tunnel, floated over a wooden hiking bridge with sparkling shiny water underneath. When I got to the other side I was in front of all my past relatives, my husband that drown in 1986, next to him was my best friend that was killed in a bad car accident one year prior to losing my husband. They all were there greeting me smiling and with all their arms out reaching towards me, and the calm and love, the sense of overwhelming peace was so beautiful. I wanted to be with them, wanted to stay. Then I was suddenly sucked back into the tunnel and found myself back in my body, in bed. But I was still filled wth so much love and peace. Ever since this happened I’ve been super psychic.
(For an explanation of this catagory, and the letters posted here, go to the first post in this catagory).
———-
I had a NDE when I was only one year old that I remember fully. The interesting thing about it is that I could not understand what everyone around me was saying before I died. However, after I died and spiraled upward I could hear everyone’s voices below me and understood every word. The only thing that brought me back down into earth and eventually into my body was my mother’s grief stricken scream laden with pain.
