No Joke: I died and after 10 minutes with NO vitals, I was resuscitated.

So glad you're back Hope. As for your husband, I figured as much. When people commit suicide, they are not in their right minds so it may as well be murder because other dark forces (non physical) drive them to it. I can fully understand your earlier post and your choice of words.

Glad you are not banned anymore!

A long time ago I read something that said that being born is a much bigger shock than dying. They said many people die and don't realize they are dead at first.

Hmmm...that is interesting.

Do you recall where you read that, and maybe have a link to an article or video online? Thank you, if you do.

and thanks for clearing up the earlier question about spouse passing away

op i have a question for you
my mom passed away 2 months ago.
when you saw the light
is that when you were dead
or does the soul leave before the body dies.
my mom saw the light and iam hoping her soul went to heaven.
and it was about 5 hrs after seeing the light that she died.
so i guess what iam asking is when you saw the light is that when you were dead.
kind of explain how the hole thing works

YOu were deceived OP. They are archons



[link to www.trickedbythelight.com]

Hey op :-)..



I've experienced similar...

Back in 2000, I was very ill in hospital and the complications just went from bad to worse when they tried to treat me with an antibiotic called penicillin... unknown to them and me, at that time, I was severely allergic to penicillin...

I remember I "travelled/floated" through space, came to this square opening which shone massively with bright, white light... so bright that I remember thinking if I were "alive" on earth, this light would definitely be blinding...

I was in awe... lost for words and a little bit scared/worried as to what was going on but it was fascinating at the same time...

I do remember the rest of my experience but it's personal so I choose not to tell the rest but I know what I saw and experienced was very real... very lucid...

I remember coming to after the surgeons working on me... all I had in my mind was that experience and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointment upon realizing that I was back...

Anyways, a being did tell and show me things there... he showed me parts of my life, the people's lives I was involved in , catastrophes to happen on the Earth and a son that I was to give birth to...

I was certain at the time that I didn't want children but I was shown and told that I'd have a son and that I needed to come back to have him...

He was born in 2009... my experience was in 2000...

I don't know where I was or the beings I met but I'm certain that they are watching and helping us here on earth whenever needed... that's the impression I received from those beings... from the heavens :-)...



Last Edited by ~Blue Spirit~ on 06/12/2019 05:34 AM

Firstly Im glad to see you made it past the loss of your husband 3 years ago. You had posted he had been murdered, so the change is events is interesting if not a bit confusing, but in the end it doesnt matter.
You would appear to have undergone a minireincarnation, though back into your body, not a new one starting over.
Why we reincarnate, and we do, is a mystery, but it is proof positive that there is a supernatural overuniverse, and not just agonal chemical dispsersal.
What the mechanism is is unimportant but what it tells us there is some other purpose than to eat, shit and reproduce and pay taxes on everything we do.
Im guessing you didnt meet anyone special while in that dimension or have anything like universal insight while there but the concept of love infusing everything puts to shame any kind of old testament destroyer devil god and its time to stop believing that wickedness and hatred is what any legitimate god would do to his creation.

Yes... did you try to see your husband again in death?

The facts of the shape and size of objects floating in a vacuum and other details of the physical world and the world of men and politics and such is that the OPs and similar tales indicate that the concept of unrestricted love between spiritual entities is this plane of existence are the way, the method and the goal, and that any entity that opposes it or undermines it is evil and servers some dark lord as its master.
If, as Jesus taught, we would love (ie be positive and appropriate to one and all and not do harm) we are doing gods work and receive gods approval.
Yet we see evil being done, enslavment and ill treatment and exploitation done on industrial levels by constitutionally EVIL men and EVIL beliefs.
The lack of love and reciprocity of love and refusal to treat others appropriately is how you know who is to be followed and who is to be appropriately shunned and resticted from harming others or themselves.

This is the lesson we are here to learn, like it or not, and not focus on wealth or power over others to screen evil in our hearts directed at others.

The facts of the shape and size of objects floating in a vacuum and other details of the physical world and the world of men and politics and such is that the OPs and similar tales indicate that the concept of unrestricted love between spiritual entities is this plane of existence are the way, the method and the goal, and that any entity that opposes it or undermines it is evil and servers some dark lord as its master.
If, as Jesus taught, we would love (ie be positive and appropriate to one and all and not do harm) we are doing gods work and receive gods approval.
Yet we see evil being done, enslavment and ill treatment and exploitation done on industrial levels by constitutionally EVIL men and EVIL beliefs.
The lack of love and reciprocity of love and refusal to treat others appropriately is how you know who is to be followed and who is to be appropriately shunned and resticted from harming others or themselves.

This is the lesson we are here to learn, like it or not, and not focus on wealth or power over others to screen evil in our hearts directed at others.
The things of this world or other worlds are unimportant in the long run, to a loving creative entity by any name, compared to to aligning with an old testament world of ruthless, shameless conquest, enslavment, theft, extermination and power to abuse others as legitimate prey
The point is that the things and the worries of this current plane of existence are transient and obsessing on them is a pointless distraction and the real heavenly goal is worhship of the creator by worshipping the efforts of the creator and using this love and respect of the creators work as both goal and guide to living ones life in this current incarnation.

Funny how so many seem to have a problem with teachings of universal commonality, peace, love forgiveness and mutual guiadance.

I cant imagine to what tortured is illfed mind finds such concepts so threatening.
How primitive and empty one must be to fear love and loving all as much as loving oneself.

Funny how so many seem to have a problem with teachings of universal commonality, peace, love forgiveness and mutual guiadance.

I cant imagine what kinc of tortured and illfed mind finds such concepts so threatening to their way of thinking and to what purpose such hatred springs forth from.
How primitive and empty one must be to fear love and loving all as much as loving oneself.

fIXED

I have two theories

One is that we reincarnate until everyone has been everyone else in the same timeframe.

The other is that as we progress from base id through ego to unlimited love of the creators process that upon attainment of internalization of such love as the most internalized operating system on whatever planet or plane we occupy the attainment of that is that we are added as an additional atom, so to speak in the body of the creator god, sent out to mature and then to return and be incorporated into that creative love.


Some others suggest that ones heaven is what one believes in and one chooses it for themselves, and chooses the consequences of that particular belief for a time until it requires reconsideration.

Who knows?

'Lest ye be born again...'

That's pretty ignorant.

I do not believe any near-death experience where people say: there is no judgment, there is no punishment, there is no Jesus - just because they didn't experience it before they came back. - you WILL when the time comes for you NOT to come back.

People will have to pay for their unrepentant murders, reckless damage to people and families, molestations, rape, etc... If God comforts the victims and is Just (and He is), he will have to punish those that reveled in their wickedness.

That being said, I believe people have NDEs.

I ended up going to your 2016 thread first since it was
also bumped.

I'm glad that you have resolved your grief from your mates
suicide 3 years ago. In the big pictures, 3 years is actually
a short time to go through all the grief stages, but hey
...good job!

Won't tell you the same story as I posted n the 2016 thread
OP...I didn't even like typing a report of it and will
probably give myself nightmares--a REALLY DARK DARK PERIOD
in my earlier life with that sudden death. But...here we
are! We just do the NEXT RIGHT THING, as someone else has
suggested to you.

A great phrase that is what one of the Zen Monks was
reported to have said waiting for the return of his Guru:

"Cut wood...Carry water."

:Chop&H20:

You just do the basics at first and then go from there.
(Feeling like a "miracle" should help you a great deal in
making the "next dumb thing" a POSITIVE experience.) In
truth...We are ALL miracles.


O'sCookie

What "mistake" did the physician make?

People lay an enormous amount of responsibility at the feet of fallible humans.

Yet the Truth is... 90% of medical intervention and treatment is beyond the control of the medical staff.

Someone asked about the mistake that led to my death.

It was multitudinous mistakes.

The doctor was supposed to perform a cervical biopsy. Simple, quick and routine. I suspect now that he perforated the uterus somehow.

When I awakened in the recovery room, I was helped off the gurney to go to the bathroom. When I was in the bathroom, I passed a tremendous amount of blood, and a clot the size of a fist. I went back to the nurse (an RN) and told her, "Something has gone very wrong. I'm bleeding profusely."

She said, "Once you get home and lie down, you'll feel better."

This happened two more times in the hospital and each time, the RN was dismissive. Fortunately, I have a witness.

At home, the bleeding did not get worse but it did not get better. It was like a river of blood flowing out of me. While I have said that exsanguination is not a bad way to go, the fact is, it's terrifying *as* it's happening.

The human body can hold a tremendous amount of blood and when it comes pouring out from your body, it's extremely anxiety provoking.

I gave up on trying to rest and just stood in my beautiful white-tiled walk-in shower, trying to pray and trying to figure out what I should do next.

Eventually, I lowered myself to the floor and sat there, and watched the blood flowing down the drain. I realized that I was dying, and was pretty frightened. I was also very worried about trashing my brand-new (and pretty) white carpet throughout the house.

Meanwhile, my buddy ("M") and his sister ("L") stood outside the door and kepty trying to reassure me that I would be okay. About 30 minutes into this, they sat in the living room (away from earshot) and had a pow-wow, and they also realized that I was bleeding to death.

I wrapped a heavy towel around myself like a diaper and toddled out to the living room (those white carpets were still heavy on my mind) and told them, "I'm dying. I need an ambulance."

I noticed that no one said, "Oh, you'll be fine." M said, "I can get you there faster," and I said, "No, let's call an ambulance" and L said, "Honey, I think this is a smart move."

The ambulance took me to a "stand-alone ER" which was not connected to a hospital. Everyone there seemed to play it down, which surprised me. As M said later, "They didn't understand that you'd probably lost 3-4 pints by this point."

In the ER, they packed me with gauze, but that would backfire later. The bleeding was (apparently) originating in the uterus, NOT at the cervix.

I do remember looking in the young doctor's eyes as she examined me and she said - with fear - "I can't see anything. There's so much blood."

After they stuffed me with gauze, they gave me a shot of dilaudid which is a very foolish thing to do. It can cause a severe drop in blood pressure. LOL.

I passed out and M remained in the room with me. The medical staff went on to tend to other patients.

M said that my blood pressure kept going down - in a hurry - and the last reading was 32/25. At that point, my eyes popped open and he said, "You struggled to sit up on the gurney, but all you could raise were your shoulders and head. You reached your arms up to heaven and stretched out your fingers and then talked to someone that only you could see."

"After that, you plopped back down and your eyes shut. And then the blood pressure machine just said 'error.'"

M thinks that *that's* when my soul left for heaven, and I think he's right.

At this point, the RN came down the hallway (and not in a hurry) and M said that she played with the blood pressure cuff for about 20 seconds. She assumed it was an error with the machine. Then she felt for a pulse, and that's when she summoned the doctor via the little radio on her shoulder. When she was told that the doctor wasn't available, she replied, "I need her in room 2 RIGHT NOW."

The RN raked her knuckles over my sternum repeatedly and hard, and there was no response (according to M). After 60-90 seconds, the doctor appeared and that's when M was asked to stand in the hallway.

M was an atheist, but he said he felt a calm and comforting presence in that hallway which spoke to him and said, "Don't be upset. She's coming back. We just need her for a few minutes. She's safe." He said he just KNEW that I would return to him.

M stopped being an atheist after this, by the way!!

While M was in the hallway, he said the door to my room opened, and a nurse appeared carrying an armful of blood-soaked linens. He said that they were literally dripping in blood.

He said that this happened THREE more times and they ran out of places to put all this bio-hazard stuff, and everyone in the building (a doctor and 7 employees) had been summoned to The Room.

M said, "That's why I think you had a perforated uterus. I suspect that gauze acted like a cork, and when you died, they saw that the blood had been pooling inside."

It had taken less than three hours for me to bleed to death, have a heart attack and die. (Blood tests at the hospital proved that I had had a heart attack. The doctors there told me that it was from the catastrophic blood loss.)

So there were many mistakes here:

1) Doctor perfortated SOMETHING and yet sent me on to recovery.

2) RN sent me home despite me pleading with her to get a doctor.

3) ER misdiagnosed and assumed that I was over-reacting. They also assumed that it wasn't that big a deal. They packed gauze into my lady parts without realizing that the bleeding was coming from elsewhere. I should have been sent (by ambulance) to a hospital, where they would have done an emergency hysterectomy.

4) I should not have been given dilaudid. That was a tragic mistake.

Still glad you asked? LOL.

Ultimately, I believe with my whole heart that everything happened just the way it should have happened. This experience changed me completely. I am not the same person I was before this event in September.

Truthfully, I'm profoundly grateful that God gave me a second chance.

As to the question of my husband's death, I posted this above:

BTW, earlier, someone asked if my husband was murdered or a suicide. They found an old thread from 2016 where I said he was murdered (and it happened in 2016). He was a suicide, but for some reason, in those early days, I was out of my mind with grief and I didn't want anyone to know that my own huband put a bullet in his head, so in my twisted, unnerved world, "murder" seemed like an easier way to explain why I was so screwed up.

Those first few months, I was out of my mind - literally - and that's one of the reasons that this "temporary death experience" was so profound. It was a SPIRITUAL reset and restored my soul. It gave me peace.

And that was the most important healing of all.

Last Edited by Hope_Full on 06/15/2019 09:22 AM

Thank you for all your explanations. Peace is a most necessary beautiful gift from God.

That’s because they feel more alive than ever and if the death is very sudden like an car accident, you wouldn’t necessarily know you died until you see your body and recognize it as you.

"They" are wrong. ;) At least in my case.

When I went into the ER, I wasn't expecting to die. When I "died" (flatlined), I was unconscious. I woke up when I died and I knew INSTANTLY what had happened.

Floating away from my body, the first words that I said (in death) were, "My heart has stopped. The medical staff tried to save me, but they failed."

And then it began.

I suggest going to nderf.org and posting your experience there. They are very interested in compiling data on these experiences. I have been reading the reports there for many years and so many are very fascinating. You might find them interesting, yourself.

Thanks so much, Saint. I have read many of their stories and they are all so interesting.

I haven't been to that site in a couple years. I'll check it out.

I, too, died as a result of a car accident, but when I was 21 years old.

I agree it is confusing, but why don't you do what you love for the rest of your life?

Enjoy the pre-sent.

It was brilliantly white.

But I knew others were there with me, interacting with me.

There were no words, but there was communication.

I now call them Lightbeingsd and have identified them as being Angels.

It is really nice to see that others have had a shared experience.

Thank you so much, Hope.

So glad you shared this with us. My father also died on the table long enough to be legally declared dead. He does not say he went to heaven but...
He has shared that he has a new amazing healing power. He got a dental implant and healed almost immediately, shocking his dentist and it has happened repeatedly even with lung cancer. A man I thought would never get God and feel for others in any way has become a totally different person whom I have grown to respect, trust and rely on for the first time in my life. I am over 40 and this happened in my 20's. He has made a point to go out of his way to be in our lives and our kids lives so much it has won me over. I was healed of my daddy issues because he came back and was touched by his experience. He recently advised me that prayers was all that I could do to help someone I was upset about. Those words I never expected to hear from that man and he meant it. God is amazing. God bless you and your path. You have no idea where or what you will effect but you are needed and that has to feel awesome to know.

Recently, I attended a conference with other people who'd had NDEs and the #1 prevailing feature was that *all* of these people had had a dramatic and enduring change in their personality.

In fact, I've read that it's very common for relationships to end and marriages to dissolve, because people are so completely changed by their near-death experience.

As to my own path, I still struggle some days and that's frustrating. I feel like I should be more enlightened.

But, this happened less than one year ago, and it's still unfolding.

:)