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There is definitely something after death. Not to rain on your parade but, I AM so far, still living proof of that. I already had photos on here.
I was dead for 57 minutes. Called. Awoke briefly in the morgue of the hospital just after cleansed for family viewing just as a Nurse friend &
co-worker was about to cover my face.
Wow they hopped to it!
But I was awake only a short time before falling into a 3 day coma, awoke by a male's kiss on my forehead, a hot tear falling on the corner of my
mouth, a masculine smell that cannot be bought, heavenly as it was.
The video cams were checked.
No males at all in the hospital for 3 hours already that night/early morning, 4 am.
I knew who he was though.
The videos only showed fuzzy black and white shadows at that precise time.
I was in what I would consider Heaven.
I am not Christian.
Though the edited & re-edited a great deal, the Roman Catholic Bible has a few things I know to be true.
That was one.
Though contradicted in another section of the bible.
A family heirloom so to speak.
Now I am an orphan.
Though I just married April 3rd 2015.
To the 2nd but living man who awoke me the 2nd time I crashed. ( Died ).
I have all kinds of photos from various cameras and cell phones.
I am unwell again but still trying to survive the here and now.
Same illness returned.
I was told it COULD return.
All I can do is pray to those I believe in, & hope I pull through it again.
Or pray I go to the same place my family await.
Too many cams now that give almost the same effects & would be shot down.
I suppose I could get hospital records but then who would know they are real?
It is said each time a person dies & makes it back, they bring something back.
It is true.
I was also 57 pounds when I died.
Pancreatic Tumor same time as Patrick Swayze & a good friend's husband, also a good friend.
His widow understandably upset I made it for awhile at least.
You figure it out.
I do see my Grandmothers and Mother.
My late Mother was at my Wedding.
There are photos from cams that auto took photos of her form and looks.
Witnesses as well.
Formerly working in the medical health system, I have witnessed as described by the Holy Roman Catholic Bible which has JOB in it as well, probably
why so big, the deaths of both a Demon & then that of a Saint.
I'd known them since a child.
Was always wary around the Demon.
Loved the Saint as did all who knew him.
I had been in an all girl's Remote Roman Catholic School till age 14.
All I can say is, I have been part of, and witnessed too many things to believe there is nothing after death.
Which makes me ask you, why this particular topic?
There are so many religions to give opinions
But do those that follow those religions truly know?
I HAVE always wondered.
There are a few who have never left this plane of existence even after death.
No one understands why.
Some who seem to be able to visit like my late Mom.
I believe in Angels despite not being Christian.
I believe in higher powers that have always existed though in all honesty, who can track all the names given them and which are real or not?
Depends on each individual's beliefs and how those beliefs have been measured during their existences I suppose.
Death is indescribable.
Yet I have 9 years of Theology.
I could have stayed. I wanted to.
Till my one Grandmother looking about 25 again, told me all that awaited me if I returned.
At great sacrifice and many sorrows to come, I felt it too selfish to stay.
Though after returning, it was still touch and go till I made it to 80 lbs.
Which brings another topic up.
The Hospital of my recovery, had me escorted and watched by a huge burly male Orderly to make sure I had 2 cigarette sized joints before each meal.
I had to have 6 meals per day + snacks.
Thankfully, I am not near underweight yet.
I pray and hope I do not reach that point again.
Yet it is not my call to make.
My Mom always said, " Remember________, no fear. When it's time, it is time.
Well last time I had no chance to fear for no one expected me to die, still undiagnosed.
This time, there is a diagnoses.
I admit, I DO fear not returning to where I had been.
Yet I believe I am a better person than I was.
I flung the Rosary the Priest who gave me my last rights, gave me, back at him.
It was wrong.
He'd only been trying to help and sooth.
Though if any read the way the mind goes from an affected pancreas and chemo after surgery, the person does not care.
Like myself, the just want to be free of the pain and suffering and are only too willing to let go.
I wasn't willing to let go.
I took a nap.
It was EASTER 2008.
My Great Uncle felt his long past late Mother, that I needed him.
He'd been on a trip 2 hours away and rushed back.
At 85 years old.
I didn't know I died till a brilliant bluish white light almost blinded me before seeing my late Grandmother looking 25, so young and beautiful.do the
I had not been able to walk I was so weak.
When my Grandmother sat on a log, she patted for me to sit beside her.
I didn't think I'd be able to walk to her.
She smiled.Told me not to think.
Then I was sitting at her bared feet listening to all she had to say.
It has all come to pass but for one thing due in M
April of 2017, but I have been so ill again, I am not sure that one will be.......
Though maybe I should not doubt.
Just continue on.
Let me just say, there is not nothing, there IS indeed something.
Though it is not the same for each human, does not mean there is nothing.
There is something for all, we just do not know what for each individual.
I wish you the best of luck with this awesome topic.
I wouldn't have opened it with so much gusto, so many religious beliefs, scientific beliefs, and so many ready to rip one to shreds on the topics of
religion or wars or Politics.
All horribly synonymous in my opinion.
Just my opinion.
I have been through all 3.
I am allowed an opinion lol!
And I do not care how people take this lol! It is not my topic
I felt so serene. Unbelievably calm. At peace, Pain free, able to
Yet I had known it was her.
Lush forest like a public Park both sides of my family had met every summer for 2 weeks.
Only, no birds, insects, animals, fish, etc.
Like a Garden of Eden, beautiful Canadian wild Orchids called....... Bluebells.
My favorite flower.
Yet somehow, I knew not to touch them for they would always be there for me to see.
And yet when I broke up my leg so badly, I died a few times on the operating table and do not recall a thing about those deaths.
Just the nightmares of breaking up my leg and ankle was broke off, re attached.