Near-Death Experiences reveal our true home

"I dedicate this book to the powers of darkness and light. Without both, Creation’s story would not exist, nor would we. The swings of Creation’s pendulum between these two great polarities enable growth to occur. I witnessed this truth when I died. Researching that edge—the one between life and death—defined what I had witnessed. The bigness of forever lies in the eyes of near-death experiencers. I've had the privilege of looking through thousands of them, including my own.

"People forget that the vast majority of near-death experiences emerge from situations of violence or trauma. A typical experiencer contends with body damage (sometimes severe) and the immediacy of recognizing that ‘here’ (where they are now) is not the same as ‘there’ (where they once were). No matter how ecstatic or terrifying the experience may be, what comes next is usually confusion, maybe anger, as most of us didn’t want to come back. We wanted to stay where we were.

 

"The phenomenon captures public attention as none other. It is soul-stirring in the way it reminds even the most staid that home, our true home, is not a joke. It exists, and it is real.

 

"Who among us can be certain if all near-death experiencers were fully dead? Many revived or were resuscitated after clinical death; some were close to death; others, in a split second of utter fear, were convinced they were going to die but didn’t (called a ‘fear’ death).

 

"We’ve known for some time that five minutes without oxygen is fatal to brain cells. Yet dying itself takes longer to occur because cell death isn’t an event, it’s a process. An exception is with humans who are exposed to extreme cold or who drown in icy water. It is possible for them to benefit from hypothermia, a survival response that automatically lowers body temperature enough to slow cell death.

 

"There is little argument among researchers that, on average, most near-death experiencers, adults and children, go without vital signs (pulse, breath, brain waves) for between five and twenty minutes. Amazing as this may seem, considering how quickly brain damage can occur after cessation of vital signs, even more amazing is that usually there is little or no brain damage afterward; rather, there is brain enhancement. You heard me right: Individuals return to life smarter than before. Sometimes this enhancement can be quite dramatic, especially with young kids. In my own work, I discovered so many who had revived in a morgue—maybe an hour, maybe six hours after having ‘died’—that I no longer came to regard this as unusual.

 

"I admit a bias here. Being a three-time near-death experiencer myself, it would take a lot to impress me as concerns ‘the dead come back,’ yet impressed I was when I met a man who had revived while being cut open during an autopsy after a full three days of being a corpse in a freezer vault."

 

P. M. H. Atwater, Near-Death Experiences: The Rest of the Story (Hampton Roads, 2011).

A spiritual composed and sung during slavery

 

                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I got a crown in that kingdom, ain’t a that good news!

I got a crown in that Kingdom, ain’t a that good news!

I’m gonna lay down this world, gonna shoulder my cross.

Gonna take it home to my Jesus, ain’t a that good news!

 

I got a robe in that kingdom, ain’t a that good news!

I got a robe in that Kingdom, ain’t a that good news!

I’m gonna lay down this world, gonna shoulder my cross.        

Gonna take it home to my Jesus, ain’t a that good news!

 

I got a Savior in that kingdom, ain’t a that good news!

I got a Savior in that Kingdom, ain’t a that good news!

I’m gonna lay down this world, gonna shoulder my cross.               

Gonna take it home to my Jesus, ain’t a that good news.

 

Committed Acappella Chorus - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjJsj4Xq1tI

 

A life-transforming near-death experience

I woke up the morning of October 31, 1990 from a strange dream that I was pregnant again. It felt like a baby was in the womb and my belly was round with a baby. I noticed that my period had arrived and I was bleeding heavily. I was surprised because I had been breast feeding. I called the doctor's office and they said that it was probably normal but to keep a watch on it. I packed up my newborn baby girl and book bag. Then I took a city bus to the University to attended classes that morning with my baby. I felt fine. It was only on the bus ride back home, at about 10:30 AM, that I felt something roll out of my body and down my pant leg when I stood up to get off the bus. Much to my horror, I realized it was a blood clot the size of a softball. I picked my clot up as people gasped and stared at me. I made the decision that I wasn't going to be able to make the few blocks walking to make it back home. I crossed the street to the Hospital. I only made it as far as the grass out front of the emergency room. I was gushing blood and started to get dizzy and light headed. I tried to get the attention of two emergency room paramedics who were smoking out front. But, I couldn't make a sound louder than a whisper. I tried to fall with my arms outstretched so that I didn't fall on my baby newborn girl. I passed out while falling to the ground with my baby in my arms.

Next thing I remember was waking up in the emergency room. I was receiving emergency blood transfusions and told that I had probably retained placenta from birth. They told me that they would need to do an emergency D&C to help scrape my uterus. I then was taken to surgery. I was in surgery three more times that day, yet they couldn't stop the bleeding. I was given an experimental drug that was suppose to 'seize' my uterus and make it 'clamp' down to get the blood loss to stop. It caused me to stop breathing instead. They were able to revive me and thought that they had 'fixed' me. They took me to the maternity ward to recover and be reunited with my newborn daughter who needed to be breastfed. The nurse who helped me to deliver her on October 1st was just getting starting her shift. She brought me a plate of food to try to get me to eat. When I tried to sit up to, the hemorrhaging started again and it was even worse than before. I was pretty weak. They called a crash cart and asked me for my parents phone number. I was shaking, cold, and going into shock. They weren't able to get a reading on my blood pressure and my resting heart rate started to elevate. It was going 130 beats per minute and then it was going over 150 bpm. I was in pain because the blood was leaving my head and arms and legs. They stuck a big needle in my neck and started pumping blood directly into my neck. I knew that was dying and not going to make it. My heart went up to 180 and then over 200. The amount of pain was unbearable. I was scared and didn't want to die but couldn't take pain anymore. Every cell in my body was screaming due to the lack of oxygen. I was given over 56 units of blood. I was scared and so were the doctors and the nurse. I remember a doctor told me that they were going to operate and take my uterus out. He said that I might not survive the operation because I was so weak. I was asked to sign a medical waiver. A catholic priest came into the room to give me last prayers. I could not longer move or talk or blink. The pain was too much. They were trying to shock my heart. I couldn't even use my eyes anymore. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't breath. I learned what it means to lose total control.

At my darkest and lowest and saddest moment, I realized that I wasn't alone. I realized that I had a guardian angel just to the right of me. I knew his name was Michael. He was holding my hand. I realized that there was a second angel who was next to Michael. I rose above my body. I could see the doctors were very scared. I could see that my body was blue in color and in very grave condition. I was drawn into the hallway because I could hear my daughter crying for me. I tried to comfort the doctors and nurses. I wanted to tell them that it was okay. I could hear and see that nurses were fighting about me in the hallway and upset that I been taken up to the maternity ward. I should have been in intensive care unit (ICU) or the emergency room. At some point, a veil lifted. I was drawn into a long, dark tunnel that had a very bright, white light that was shining love. I could hear harps and saw my great uncle Harry Ed and Aunt Vickie. I was in total bliss and happiness. I was home. I didn't want to go back. I had a life review where I saw ever single event from my life. I saw every act of goodness and kindness. I saw every act of spite or ill-will. I also got to see it from the other person's point of view. Although time did not exist, this life review took forever but in reality it was only a blink of a second. I didn't want to go back because I was surrounded by love and the light was God. I realized that we are all brothers and sisters. We all love each other very much but we live in fear on earth and that prevents us from realizing and remembering that were all connected. I felt such incredible love.

I saw courtyards with beautiful vibrant roses that were more colorful than on earth. I saw colors that do not exist. I understood infinity and all the knowledge of the universe. I saw white buildings that were open and in the sky. They reminded me of buildings from Greece and Athens. I saw the future for my children and I, where I came to understand that their father was not to play a role in our lives. I was told this so that I could be strong and still love him, even if he was away. I was liberated. I no longer had to love or try to please this person. I knew I had to go back, but I really wanted to stay. I knew that it would hurt to go back to my body. I truly knew that this was home. The bright light filled everything and was totally god's love - unconditional and filled with such joy and peace!

I woke up in the ICU. After resuming my life, I found that nothing in life was as hard as coming back. I found that school was easy and all of life's challenges are a breeze. I am not afraid of death! I can read people's minds and see into the future. I have dreams that come true and I get to visit Michael the angel or my loved ones or pets that have crossed over. I sometimes heal people or start engines or charge batteries or open doors with my mind. I've been the person to arrive to car accidents or suicides or drug overdoes on dozens of occasions. I have performed CPR and brought people back to earth or helped them to pass over. I was not surprised when the father of my child died a few years later. I had already been given that knowledge. Michael told me telepathically. We did not have to use words. I know when I'm going to die or may come close to it once again. I learned that everything we do matters. Even the person you smile to on your way to the bakery or work. Even the creatures big and small that you bend over to pet. Nothing goes unnoticed. It all matters. My purpose is to stand up for the meek, to be compassionate, but most of all is to love. 

Melinda G's near-death experience, NDERF.org

A medium communicates with the Other Side

Laura Lynne Jackson, a medium certified by the Windbridge Research Institute, writes in her recent book entitled Signs: The Secret Language of the Universe: "When I read for people, I move myself to a quiet place and consciously shift my energy into a state of total receptivity. I call it opening myself to the Other Side. In a way, I empty myself out. I stop being Laura Lynne, so that I can be a better messenger for our Teams of Light. Everything that comes through me originates on the Other Side; I am simply the vessel.

"Getting myself into this state was not easy. Growing up, I didn't understand the nudges I'd get from the Other Side; in fact, I was scared of them. I didn't want to know anything about people, alive or dead, that I shouldn't have had any way of knowing. It took me a long time to understand and accept my gift, and even more time to learn how to use it. Eventually, I got to the point where I could control the flow of information from the Other Side, so that I wasn't swarmed by it twenty-four hours a day.

"As I trusted more and developed more, I began to learn the secret language of the universe. I came to understand that this language is available to us all. And I've come to understand that it is part of my journey to awaken others to this possibility. What follows are a few guidelines to help you co-create your own special language with your wonderful Teams of Light on the Other Side. 

"I recommend that you begin this process by giving yourself ten minutes of quiet time. I'm talking about real quiet. Meditative quiet. Start by finding a quiet place to sit. If you can set aside these precious quiet minutes every day and stick to it, you will begin to learn how to shift your energy and enter into a different state of consciousness by virtue of your intention. 

"In your quiet place, close your eyes. Take long, deep breaths, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Pay attention to your breath. Inhale, exhale. Gently push away stray thoughts. Do this for a minute, then another minute. Do it until you lose your sense of time. Stay in this peaceful, quiet place. Don't do anything other than savoring the stillness. 

"Step two is asking for a sign that you want. It's really that simple. You can ask for a sign out loud or just in your head. You can make it a longer conversation between you and a loved one, or you can simply say, 'Send me a green monkey.' You don't want to ask for something that is truly absurd and next to impossible. You do want to ask for something that is unique and even challenging.

"Then allow for some time to see your sign. Quite often, people will receive the signs they ask for within three days, but they may come in just one day, or a week later. Don't expect to see it instantly. The Other Side is truly amazing, but even our Teams of Light can't make something materialize before our eyes (or at least I don't think they can.)

"You could ask your grandmother to send you a pink heart with the word LOVE on it. And your grandpa to send a blue hippo. You could ask your spirit guides to send you the number 555. It's all up to you to create the language you will share with them. And the more signs you create and establish, the more fluid the language will become.

"Not long ago, my mother asked my father, who'd recently crossed, to send her a sign. She asked for a purple elephant. She told me that within one day of asking she got her sign in the form of a huge, purple blow-up elephant lawn decoration on a neighbor's front lawn! 

"A week later, my sister Christine came in from New Jersey. We had a difficult task to complete. We were going to the cemetery and then we were going to order a headstone. My mother drove us to the cemetery. Afterward, we went to get lunch in a nearby town. Later, we had to go back to the cemetery and retraced our route. I looked out the window and saw a huge sign about a new restaurant that I hadn't noticed before: The Purple Elephant. There was an actual purple elephant with its trunk turned up to the sky in front of the restaurant. My father had truly outdone himself."

Laura Lynne Jackson, Signs: The Secret Language of the Universe (The Dial Press, 2020).

While dying underwater angels gave her new life

I was born and raised in Queens, New York, the youngest daughter in a family of five children. My Mom and Dad raised me Roman Catholic, and worked two jobs each to be able to send me and two of my siblings to Catholic school. I attended private school from 6-8th grade, then an all girls Catholic school from 9th-11th grade. My parents weren't devout, and more times than not missed church on Sundays, but managed to get the family to Mass during holidays.

I was always a 'sensitive' child, having the ability to see spirits from an early age. Back when I was five or six, I would tell my family members I saw floating orbs and they told it was just my imagination. After some time, I began to lose that special sensitivity. When I was 17, my parents moved to Port Charlotte, Florida and I attended my senior year of high school in a co-ed public high school.

Before leaving New York, I was accepted into the Delayed Entry Program in the U.S. Navy, and would join the service after graduating high school in Florida, in May of 1985. After successfully finishing training for my rating, I was sent to my first duty station, U.S. Naval Facility, Coos Head, in Oregon in November of 1985.

The Day I Almost Died

It was 1986, and I was 19 years old when I had my NDE. I was in Oregon, and at my new duty station, it was common to get involved in outdoors activities with my co-workers. I was soon pressured to sign up for the white water rafting trip because everyone in my watch section was going. I purchased a ticket reluctantly, joining my co-workers on the Rogue River for their May group tour.

The current that year was historically higher and swifter than normal because spring had arrived, melting the snow in the mountains. I uneventfully traveled through the Class II, III rapids in an inflatable Sevylor one person kayak during the morning. The paddling seemed easy and the flow of the water and conversation around me was rather relaxed. The vast majority of the rapids were pretty forgiving. We stopped at midday for lunch on the shore and to take a rest break before continuing our trip to much more challenging sections of the river. After a few minor rapids in Mule Canyon, our guide led our group into the most dangerous part of the Rogue, known as Blossom Bar. The Class IV section of the river was clogged with huge boulders, and swirling hole like vortices. The standard route through the churning water to pass the boulders required me to make a crucial left-to-right paddling move to avoid being swept into a lineup of rocks known as the 'Picket Fence.' My failure to do that quickly, caused me to slam into the boulders, and roll out of the kayak into the freezing water.

I wore a life vest, but the current dragged me right into a boiling hole of turbulent water. The shock of the cold water caused me to gasp, and in doing so, I inhaled river water deep into my lungs. I became disoriented, losing my spatial orientation in the water. I could see the sky above, but couldn't reach the surface to get air. The current dragged me down the more I fought against it, my lungs burned as panic set in. I suddenly believed that I was going to die there, and the last thing I remember was saying, 'God please help me!' Without oxygen, I grew weaker and eventually stopped struggling entirely. I went limp in the cold darkness of the water, and suddenly I could no longer feel the burning and ache of the water in my lungs. The darkness around me grew completely white, and I felt like I was rushing at light speed through a tunnel. I felt warm as the pain left me, at peace with myself and the environment around me.

Unconditional, pure love radiated all around me, and into me. LOVE covered me like a warm blanket from an unknown source.

As I left the tunnel, I was aware of parts of my body that were visible like my hands, arms and chest. Looking down I couldn't see any feet. I did see a silver cord attached to my body which had a luminescence to it. Looking around me, I could see a room that appeared to be formed from pure white clouds, yet wasn't solid. In the room were three beings, made of shimmering crystal. Light shone through them like a glass prism, forming a rainbow. One was larger than the other two, but all of them spoke to me. I was afraid of them, and they seemed to realize this. Instantly, they transformed into what I recognized as angels. They didn't have bird wings, they had fibers like fiber optic cables that were shaped like wings and pure light shone through the fibers, forming colors in all shades. When they spoke, their messages were sent telepathically. They could read my thoughts.

Looking into their eyes, they were shades of intense colors that changed and shifted with electric sparks. Almost as if I were watching a DVD still spinning in a DVD player. And the love radiated from their eyes, as if I were the most precious creation God had ever placed into existence. It was as if they knew me intimately, yet I didn't feel uncomfortable feeling that they did.

The larger angel said, 'You have arrived too soon, the time has not come yet for you to be here. You must go back and finish your work on Earth. But since you are here, we will show you things.' The larger angel held a large book, but its pages were like images instead of words. I saw scenes of my life from the moment of my conception to the moment I fell out of the kayak into the river. The pages flipped rapidly, like watching a movie. I was instantly reminded of all the things I did for others, or failed to do for someone. They showed me a man I didn't know, whose face I could not see clearly, and many children that were still yet to be. One of the smaller angels said, 'I am Yahshael. I have been with you since the dawn of time, and I will be with you for eternity. You must go back, you have to be there for them. I will show you what you can look forward to, but then you have to go back to your body.'

Instantly, Yahshael and I were teleported to the center of a vast golden field. I could hear the most beautiful music and I could feel it moving through me. The breeze blew against the tall golden wheat stalks, and as it did I could feel the spirit of all things living around me: animals, plants, the elements. I was one with them. I looked up and saw a huge ball of light that cast the purest, warm light all around me and felt God touch my skin. He knew me, he loved me no matter how imperfect my Earthly life had been. I was perfect and whole, I felt no pain. The angel took me up higher, and I felt like I was soaring endlessly. I could see a huge waterfall with no beginning and no end. Love and peace reigned here. I sensed the presence of loved ones that had passed on, but I didn't see them. We moved over the golden field, and at the end of it, was a country fence, and beyond that was a enormous tree with a canopy of gold leaves. When the breeze touched the leaves, they would fly off the tree's branches in the shape of colorful birds of all varieties. There was a lake beside it, and it flowed on both sides of the boundary. I looked down into the water, and it had a gloss to it like liquid mercury does. But when you look through it, you can see people that are living on Earth.

Yahshael said again, 'I have been with you since the dawn of time, and I will be with you for eternity. You cannot cross the barrier. It is time for you to go back to your existence on Earth. You have work to finish first.' Words could not express the sorrow I felt to have to leave that place. I cried and begged for him to let me stay. He said, 'When it is time, I will come for you. But now-' And with that, he wrestled my spirit back into my earthly body, with so much force that I was popped clear of the rocky hole that I was trapped in under the water. All the water I inhaled came flying out of my lungs, as I gasped and took a panicked breath of air. I became aware of the pain almost immediately in my chest, and the hand of a rescuer grabbing me by the back of my life vest. I nearly knocked him out of his kayak, and then someone else on a bigger water boat pulled me up into the boat and back into this Earthly dimension. It took me a long time to understand why I am here, and still I question. 'Why me?

I even did research about the Rogue River after my near-drowning. Over 21 people have died at Blossom Bar since my NDE. They died, and I survived.

Because of my NDE, I am closer to God, and realize now that life is not a series of consequences, but of parallels and choices. My choices directly affect those around me, and we are all interconnected. My purpose had not yet been fullfiled, it would take me years to realize that I was meant to heal others. My sensitive abilities grew stronger after my NDE. I am empathic, claircognizant and clairaudient now. I can hear the voices of those beyond the veil, but still have not trained myself to see spirit clearly with my human eyes.

 
My NDE has and will continue to be the most metaphysically profound experience I've ever had. I was brought to tears writing this memory of my experience, because my words pale in comparison to all the things I saw, felt and heard during my journey into a heavenly realm. I'm not religious, but I remain closer to spirit than ever because of my NDE. I know that there are dimensions beyond this one, and that I am here for a reason.

Laura L's near-death experience, NDERF.org

Dying child given choice and returns to mother

I am an army brat and my parents were stationed in Germany. My father was away on a training mission and my mother was a stay-at-home parent. We lived in military housing, which was a apartment building. The neighbor across the hall had asked my mom to babysit her baby and she had dropped the baby and baby's diaper bag off at the apartment. Unbeknownst to my mother, the lady had poured two containers of orange-flavored baby aspirin into one container, and then put the container in a small brown paper sack and tucked into the diaper bag. When my mom was in the kitchen fixing a bottle for the baby, I sneaked into the diaper bag and found the container of hidden aspirin. I ate them all. Needless to say, later while watching cartoons, my eyes rolled back and I went into convulsions. My mother screamed for help and I was transported to the hospital. The lady with the baby saw that the aspirin was missing. She contacted the hospital to inform them of our arrival and about the missing aspirin. Too much time had passed and the aspirin was already in my bloodstream. By the time we made it to the hospital, I was limp and lifeless in my mother's arms.

The medical team rushed me into a room where they started trying to revive me. As they worked on me, I left my body and was watching from above. I could see and hear everything, but could not feel what they were doing to the body below. I can remember vividly watching with curiosity and interest. While watching the doctors and nurses working on the body below, I also remember being able to watch what was happening at the same time in the room they had taken my mom. I could feel my mother's hysteria and distraught, as if her emotions were my own. I remember being overwhelmed with feelings of intense love for my mother. I had memories of a past life that I had shared before this one that involved both my mother and my sister.

I also experienced a knowing of my mother's future through two separate scenarios: One if I decided to leave this life, and one if I decided to stay. The knowing felt like a gift being given and even though I had a 3-year-old mentality I was able to receive this information as if I was a mature person. I cannot relate how much time passed, but I remember making a decision. Once I did this, I felt myself pulled back into the body I had been watching below me.

Immediately, I felt everything being done to me. Because this happened when I was 3 all the details other than the ones described are all I remember.  

Teresa M, NDERF.org

Child's near drowning and telepathic rescue

There was a swimming pool built at the end of the yard within the walls of the newly built house. I talked my 6’4”mentally-retarded cousin to go swimming with me even though I was not allowed to go into the pool without an adult. I was pushing off the sides of the pool, demonstrating to my cousin that I knew how to swim. At one point, I didn’t push off the side of the pool hard enough causing me get stuck face down in the middle of the pool. I struggled for a short amount of time and swallowed one gulp of water. I remember making a conscious decision to not drink anymore water. When I shut my mouth and nose, I passed out.

Instantly, I found myself standing on the side of the pool and looking at myself facedown in the water. I was not moving. My cousin was standing behind me to watch the trick I told him I could do. I was completely at peace and had, what I would describe as, a better-than-bird's-eye view. I remember my attention being drawn towards the sky. When I looked up, I knew there were many different places I could go exploring. Even though I wanted to go, I looked back at my body and realized I needed help. I went through the yard looking for someone to help me. My feet were floating above the ground. I found it odd that there was nobody around because there usually were plenty of people around and it was broad daylight.

I went into the ground floor of the main house and straight into the cook's room. I saw the cook asleep on his stomach in his bed in his very small bedroom. The back of his head was facing me. I was floating against the wall at the foot of his bed. I screamed for him in a panic, but the words that came out - it was energy. That same instant, he startled me because he jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room. He made it to the threshold of the door that led to the yard. He fell to a sitting position with his hands on his head. I stayed next to him until I saw him look up and towards where my body was in the pool. When I saw him get up and run towards the pool, I followed but got there before him. I went right back to where I originally showed up when I first left my body. When he got to the pool, I was facing him and on the opposite side of the pool. I saw him teetering on the edge of the pool trying to reach me without jumping in. I then went back into my body.

I threw my hand up to him and he was able to grab my arm. He pulled me out of the pool. I didn’t cry, cough, throw up, or speak for the rest of the day. I only moved from the spot that I was last put in if I was led by someone to a new spot. I was in a state of total peace like I’ve never known before that moment and never known since. I remember every detail of that moment to this day, even though I can’t not remember anything else before or after that moment with that kind of detail. I remember the cook leading me back towards the main house and calling to several other people to join him so he could explain what just happened. He said he had just fallen asleep; when suddenly, he felt like the room exploded and he jumped out of bed so shaken that he barely made it to the threshold of the door before he had to sit down. As he was trying to figure out what had just happened. That’s when he saw clothes hanging on the rebar that was still exposed near the swimming pool. He said he knew I was in the pool and went running to find me. He said, as tears ran down his cheeks, 'She wasn’t moving. I thought she was gone!' I never talked about what I saw until I was in my late teens and most people were dismissive of my story. I started researching other accounts to compare my experience when I was in my 20's but never found an exact account like mine.  

Sandra M's near-death experience, NDERF.org