I was not physically aware for three days as I was unconscious from the accident. I am told that I was dead on the operating room table for three minutes during the brain surgery I was having to correct life-threatening damage to my head.
Monday, September 6, 2021
Speaks to the Lord and his deceased father
During this time, I wasn't aware of what had become of my physical body until I awoke to the real world again.
NDERF.org #5251
Sunday, September 5, 2021
Deceased grandfather persuades her to return
About an hour or two after I took some medications I knew something was not right. I now believe that an interaction between the medications was the problem. I felt like I was losing touch with reality in a way. I lay in bed and closed my eyes as I tried to get to sleep, and wished I would just feel better.
Now
is the part where it gets hard to describe. It's as if my awareness
started expanding out of my body. I was still in my body but out of it
at the same time. It's a feeling that's impossible to describe without
experiencing it yourself. I was in a deep void of empty space. Suddenly a
cold, stiff feeling poured over my body. My awareness kept expanding,
but my body felt like a cold machine that was holding me back. It felt
like my respirations were artificial, and at that moment I just stopped
breathing. I heard, rather than felt, my lungs gasp for air, but I was
so disconnected from my body by now that there was no possible way to
keep breathing. I have no idea how long I stopped breathing for, but my
heartbeat got louder and louder until it stopped along with my
breathing.
The moment my heart stopped the void became deeper
and deeper, until it felt like it expanded forever. I sensed that the
darkness was about to part and reveal a marvelous light. Then I felt
the presence of my deceased grandfather. I don't remember everything
that was said, but basically it was revealed that I could move on if I
wanted to, but once I reached the light I would not be able to return to
my body. He did not want my life to end though, because I still had
some important lessons to be learned in this lifetime. He said that
after I learned what I needed to about love that it would be my time to
go.
I have a chronic illness, and this last year I have narrowly
avoided death five times. My illness almost claimed me three times; I
was also crossing the street when I felt an unseen force push me
backwards out of the path of an oncoming car, and last of all I nearly
fell off a cliff. He said that it was no accident that my life I had
been spared each one of those times, and what I needed to learn in this
life is so vital that I really needed to go back. I felt a force pushing
me back into my body, and I resumed breathing.
I tried to get
out of bed, but still felt so disconnected with my body in a way that I
could barely move. I have no idea how long this continued, but as I lay
there motionless, I felt at times my body would start getting cold, and
my awareness would start trying to expand outside my body again - only
to be pushed back by an unseen force. At one moment during this time, I
felt the presence of two other deceased spirits. One was more prominent
than the other was. I received the knowledge from him that they were two
young men in this lifetime who had recently passed on from a tragic car
accident. I received other details such as his name, the location, and
the circumstances revolving around the accident. He told me the same
thing as my grandfather as far as the fact that I still had things to
learn in this life. During this entire experience, I also felt the
presence of my 'Higher Self'. I can't really put this part into words,
except to say that I have felt connected to this same Higher Self during
different times in my life when I have felt truly been loving and
connecting with others.
The next thing I remember is waking up
several hours later. I suffered no ill effects, except a horrible
headache and temporary short-term memory loss, which I suspect may have
been a result from the oxygen deprivation rather than the medications
themselves. Needless to say, I was kind of in a daze the entire next
day.
At first, I thought I just wanted to move on, but later I
went on the internet and started looking up car accidents in the news.
After just a few minutes of searching, I saw a picture of a young man
who had recently died in a car crash with his friend. I felt chills go
up and down my spine because his name, the location and circumstances
around the accident, and his picture all corresponded with exactly what
was revealed to me the previous night. I never met him in this life, but
I feel like there is some deeper meaning to why he was there. I have
continued to feel his presence after my experience, and feel like maybe
he has become kind of like a spirit guide. This experience has deeply
affected me and has made me even more determined to continue to manage
my illness and live the rest of life to the very fullest.
NDErF.org, 5288
Saturday, September 4, 2021
Deceased relatives assisted her surgery
After my hysterectomy surgery, I was discharged from the hospital to home. However, six days later, I was back in the hospital again because of severe pain and a high fever. The admission exam revealed that my blood was infected and that I had peritonitis. A scan showed I had internal bleeding in two places. The infection rate had gone way up to 327CRP. [CRP is the measure of a pain-reactive protein in the blood that rises with inflammation.] The pain was incredible. I needed emergency surgery to drain and wash the infected areas inside my abdomen. Fifteen minutes before I was taken to the operating theater, I was lying in my hospital bed feeling overwhelmed with pain.
Suddenly my awareness changed and the room became
filled with a bright light. There before me were my late grandmother and
late mother-in-law floating toward me! They came to rest on either
side of my bed. My grandmother was to the left of me and my
mother-in-law to my right. Only my mother-in-law spoke. She said it
wasn't my time to come with them but that they were here to help me with
my pain. So, they 'pulled' me out of my body and I floated straight
upward a short distance where I stopped and remained hovering there. As
soon as I left my body, everything was tranquil and I felt no more pain.
My mother-in-law pointed to a whitish translucent cord attached
at one end to the floating 'me', and at the other end to my body on the
bed. She instructed me to be careful not to break that cord as I was
going to need it to get back into my body. From above, I could clearly
see my husband and the doctors and nurses gathered around my bed. The
room was filled with a beautiful bright white light. Looking through
this white light, I could see vivid colors, as well as the ordinary
objects in the room. I remained floating serenely above my body until I
was taken to the operating theater. Once there, my mother-in-law and
grandmother vanished.
In their place, beside my bed, appeared my
late grandfather clad in a white coat. He had been a general
practitioner/doctor during his life. However, I had never met him as he
had died when I was seven years old! He spoke to me about the details of
my medical issues and pointed out, in terms of centimeters, exactly
where in my abdomen the three main internal infections were located. He
specified this medical information in Latin. I don't speak Latin but I
understood him. Then he too disappeared. I immediately re-entered my
body and so I was able to repeat everything my grandfather had just told
me while the surgeon wrote down detailed notes and my husband listened.
A couple of days after the (successful) surgery, I talked with
the surgeon. He said he had never spoken to anyone in my condition,
(CRP327 – i.e. in such a lot of pain), who had been able to talk so
clearly. He had never had access before to a surgery with such accurate
information on where to find the main infected areas. He said that my
grandfather's directions had told him to move certain internal organs
aside to get to the third infected location. Without my grandfather's
information, he could easily have missed it, especially since, at
admission, they had diagnosed me with only two internal infections, not
three. It was exactly as my grandfather had described it. He had said
that there was an area of infected fluid in a 'hidden' part of my pelvis
and had described, in terms of centimeters, exactly where to drain this
infected fluid. It was beneath a bleeding point.
NDERF.org, #5426
Friday, September 3, 2021
Prebirth memory of boy confirmed by his teacher
My friend and I met as schoolteachers at the
same school several years ago. She was pregnant when we met and chose
me to be present at the birth of her child because she was a single
mother and afraid of being alone. It was a tremendous honor to be
invited into the delivery room because, even though I have children of
my own, it was a fascinating opportunity to see a birth without
experiencing the pain myself!
Tragically,
my friend passed away suddenly just months after her son was born. He
has been raised by her parents ever since. The boy now goes to the
school where his mother and I taught and this year he is in my 4th Grade
class. It is with a heavy heart that I teach him each day. I have
never told him that I was there for his birth because I didn't want the
other students to think that he had special treatment and I didn't want
to upset him with thoughts of his mother. Perhaps his grandparents told
him that I was there, but I'm not sure. He does know, however, that
his mom and I were friends. (This makes sense because he knows that she
used to teach at our school.)
NDERF.org, #32304
My friend delivered a baby boy
named Mich'l and it was an incredible experience. I joked to her that I
saw her son before she did! (I saw his head poking out before he was
born and she didn't have a mirror to see for herself!)
Tragically,
my friend passed away suddenly just months after her son was born. He
has been raised by her parents ever since. The boy now goes to the
school where his mother and I taught and this year he is in my 4th Grade
class. It is with a heavy heart that I teach him each day. I have
never told him that I was there for his birth because I didn't want the
other students to think that he had special treatment and I didn't want
to upset him with thoughts of his mother. Perhaps his grandparents told
him that I was there, but I'm not sure. He does know, however, that
his mom and I were friends. (This makes sense because he knows that she
used to teach at our school.)
Flash forward to last week; 9 and
one half years after his birth and his mother passing. I was speaking
with my class about our memories for a poetry writing assignment. I
asked them to think back to the earliest memories they have. Most
students talked about Kindergarten, or perhaps day care, or vague
memories of old toys, etc. from when they were about 3-4 years old.
Mich'l
put up his hand and said that he remembers watching everyone from up in
the sky, and being in his mother's belly before he was born. He said
that when he was waiting to be born, he was invisible and he was in my
grey car with me on the way to the hospital while I listened to the
song, 'Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall.' (This is what he called the
song. He likely doesn't know the real name, and he probably hasn't heard
it since but it was 'You've Got a Friend' by James Taylor. I used to
have the cassette tape in that car!) This is bizarre because I did drive
a grey car at that time and I haven't had one for the past 7 years (2
years after he was born). I can't imagine he even knows that song from
today's radio music. My heart started to beat like crazy. How would he
know that? Even his grandparents wouldn't know that and his mom
wouldn't have known that before she died. Even if she did, somehow, he
was only three months old when she passed. How would she tell him? I
certainly never told her what song was on in my car on the way to the
hospital so I can't explain this!
Mich'l said that he remembers
me stopping for gas and asking the attendant for directions to the
hospital (true). He said that he wanted me for his mommy because he
liked my voice when I was speaking to the attendant. (I did stop for
gas and I was kind of lost going to a rural hospital, so I asked for
directions.) Then he said that he remembers that the parking lot was
partially closed for construction, so I had to park on a corner and run
to the hospital. By this point my jaw was almost on the floor and the
whole class was starting at me. I had never even told the class (or
Mich'l) that I was at his birth. The class must have thought this was
one crazy story.
Then Mich'l said the most incredible thing. He
said that while his 'real mom' was in labor, he asked God if I could be
his mom because he knew that his 'real mom' wouldn't survive very long,
and he was afraid of being alone on Earth. Apparently, he was told
that he couldn't have me for his 'real mom' but that everything would be
OK and he would still get to be around me during his life.
Mich'l
said that he kept begging me to be his mother. He watched me go down
the hallway from the birthing suite to the waiting lounge to make a
phone call from a pay phone (true; there was no cell signal in the
hospital), and that while I was there I was very cold so I put on a
sweater that someone else left on the waiting room chairs. By this
point the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. I hate to
admit this, but I did find a nice warm cardigan in that waiting room and
I put it on because I was so cold. I've never done anything like that
before, but it was a small hospital and there were literally no other
people in the labor ward and I waited to see if anyone would come to
claim the sweater, and no one did. I was so cold! I put it on and ended
up wearing it home (Shame on me, I know, I still feel guilty about
that. I've felt so guilty that I never wore it again, especially because
it reminds me of my friend who ended up passing away. Regardless, I
have to mention it because I've never told anyone about taking someone
else's sweater, and it's a huge part of this story!)
Mich'l
concluded by saying that he watched me make the phone call and put on
the other person's sweater, and that's the last thing he remembers. He
was born about thirty minutes after I went to the lounge and made that
phone call.
Later, I privately said to Mich'l, 'Yes, I was at
your birth. How did you know all of that stuff?' His grandparents
weren't at the birth and there was literally no way he would have known
any of that. How could he make it up? He said that it's easy. He just
had to think back to his earliest memories. He asked me why I don't
remember being born too and he said, 'It's OK. My life did turn out OK;
so don't worry about not being my mom.' WOW.
I write this in all
sincerity as my evidence that there must be some kind of heaven up
there; if he could have memories of watching his birth and waiting to be
born. I considered the idea that his mom speaks to him from the
afterlife, and maybe she told him herself but how would she even know
this information?
NDERF.org, #32304
Thursday, September 2, 2021
Prediction in childhood dream of near death
Prior to this experience: At age 6, 7 or 8, I was told in a dream that I would have an opportunity to live or die before I was 24 years old. The water skiing accident occurred 3 months and 12 days before my 24th birthday.
I saw the ski boat headed
in my direction. I waved my arms and screamed. I knew I would be hit; I
said the Our Father prayer as the shadow of the boat overcame me. I
remember the impact forced the air from me.
Immediately I was
without a body. The best way to describe the experience is that I knew
who I was, however, I did not feel pain nor was I afraid. A tremendous
white light surrounded me. I felt unbelievable peace, love, harmony,
goodness. I knew I was floating, that I did not have a body; I sensed
goodness around me then sensed a question asking if I was ready to die. I
knew I had mixed feelings. Instantaneously, I saw my grave with my two
little children crying standing apart from my husband, their dad. I
sensed I could not leave my children; I saw the lake water parting as I
was pushed to the surface of the lake.
I saw a clear blue sky
and a single white bird then I felt the pain. I made my way to the boat
that hit me. A nurse and a doctor were at lakeside. I later learned only
a nurse was present when our boat docked; I will swear a doctor was
also there; that the doctor applied a pressure bandage to my abdomen. I
later learned no doctor was present. Paramedics arriving 15-20 minutes
after the accident was called in applied the pressure bandage. I
remember the premonition, the accident, and the experience as if each
happened just yesterday though 37 years have passed. I experience a
degree of premonition limited to events I need to be aware of, prepared
for. May 17, 1977 changed my life, the lives of my children in ways too
surreal to mention. I feel the accident was a blessing of significant
degrees.
NDERF.org, # 7303
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
She asked to return for the sake of her children
I was asleep on my bed after taken eight
tablets as prescribed by the doctor not realizing that it was eight per
day not eight at once. I experienced a sort of light sleep culminating
with a sensation of breaking into a million particles.
I could
sense that my body was still on the bed and I was sort of above it but
only just, it was a sensation of separation from the physical body but
still being fully aware of my essence. During this stage, my aura as I
will call it was intermingling with a friend who was asleep next to me
on my bed.
I was communicating with the aura of my friend who was
beside me. It was like our aura's were a culmination of all our many
lives and experiences since being on Earth and the beginning of time
from the caveman days to now. I could tell which gene pool he stemmed
from and also my own. As my friend was only sleeping, I took this as a
sort of force field that we all have, something that we all are
connecting with amongst each other even if we don't realize it.
I
was then flown around the world at a great speed. It was pulling me
around by my solar plexus region. I had no body at this stage but I'm
still a soul and I also know this. When my journey around the Earth had
reached above Indonesia - as I was flying around the equator (it was
sort of like looking at a Google earth map) - I was sucked into a tunnel
although it didn't have sides so to speak just a feeling that I was
being drawn up to the next level. I was greeted by a light being
although I don't remember flying into a light as such.
I knew
this soul and was guided around the place. I was shown rooms and
doorways mostly which contained other souls learning things and
preparing for their return to Earth or wherever there next journey was
to be.
I also saw souls who I would called Angels or higher
beings they were helping Earthlings with many problems even medical
discoveries.
I was taken to many different levels by this friend
and learned that anything is possible in this place. I can't remember
most of the levels as each one seemed more complex than the last but I
do remember the lower levels so to speak. I'm sure I was taken to higher
places but I am not to remember these places as my life here would be
affected. I think there may be about seven or possibly more but I have a
basic memory of about three or four.
I was taken before God who
was just as I imagined; a bright light being so brilliant it was like
I've never seen. Yet we had meet before, with a human form but nobody so
to speak approximately eight feet tall and made from pure love and
light. We communicated telepathically and every question I had was
answered although I don't remember exactly what I asked. I was shown a
movie of my life from start until then, it was so fast and yet so
precise. I was asked if I would change anything which I answered 'Yes of
course.' He also asked me questions too! Like, was I happy with my
life? To which I replied that I was.
I was left with a feeling
inside as to how much good I'd given and how much bad I'd given. I was
told this would be the feeling I'd be left with whilst there. My feeling
was not bad. It was not extremely great either. It was a slightly
nervous feeling but one that I could be satisfied with.
I'm
imagining that if you were mean and awful throughout your life that that
is the feeling you would be left with whilst transitioning to the next
place. Even though this place was so wonderful, and sort of felt like
home, and most people could never imagine nor want to leave, I asked if I
could go back to Earth.
God asked me why and I told him that my
kids were asleep in the next room and I would never forgive myself if
they had to wake in the morning and find their mum dead. The previous
year their father had committed suicide and if they had to grow up with a
mum who had a drug overdose and a dad who committed suicide then they
would think that no-one loved them enough to be around which was so far
from the truth. My every particle was aching with this thought. I was
allowed to come back. There was no begging or pleading it was like it
was what I wanted so much and unselfish that I had it given to me. I'm
so thankful for that.
I was told that if I was to come back I
would have to forget what I had learned on the other side as it would
interfere with my life. I was sent back so quickly through the soles of
my feet and awoke a few hours later.
NDERF.org #3649
Monday, August 30, 2021
"I was where I belonged, where I came from."
I was sitting next to my daughter when the rock larger than the tour bus fell on the back of the bus where we were seated. My daughter and I were asleep at the time. I knew immediately that I had a pneumo-thorax and would die unless someone recognized it. I also remember my teeth hitting together hard to the point some broke, which is what actually probably caused the concussion. I was completely unaware of the hit on the head, which caused the teeth to break. I was totally focused on myself and had no knowledge of my daughter. I was told I needed to stand up and get off the bus, but I said I couldn't. Then the person said I had to muster all my strength and get up. The person has verified these words.
I started to stand and then I
remember nothing of my physical surroundings until I ‘woke up’ on the
X-ray table in the hospital in Cusco, 7 hours later. Yet I was told I
was talking during the first part of the 7 hours. I was not aware that I
had lost consciousness until probably a week later and had no idea of
the length of time between the accident and arriving in the hospital. At
first, I had no memory of what happened during those 7 hours, but when
the memory returned it was extremely difficult.
I was physically
unable to hardly move and sleep because of the injuries and couldn't
initially understand why I had to come back to this physical body. What I
remembered was that I had completely merged again with God. It was a
void, darkness, but unconditional love. I was no longer a separate
being. I was where I belonged, where I came from. It was perfect. When
it was time to return I had to again differentiate from God and become a
separate soul again. Yet I was still a part of God. Then I was back on
Earth in this physical body.
NDERF.org, #6429
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