I had a dream once in which I died, and experienced the entire process of death & resurrection in a new life - it was amazing. That single dream
ensured that I totally lost my fear of death - TOTALLY.
I was (in the dream) involved in some sort of uprising - I knew I was fighting in a just campaign against fascist authorities. I had been cornered in
an abandoned school building complex by an Apache gunship - I was running through a series of rooms which encircled a quadrangle open courtyard at the
centre of the complex. The helicopter was hovering at almost ground level in that courtyard, strafing the buildings as it rotated anticlockwise,
trying to track me as I ran through the buildings. I came to a room where a huge amount of broken furniture had been piled up so high that at one end
of the room, through which I was attempting to escape - the door was totally blocked by the debris. I turned, saw the Apache rotating slowly round to
my position, and I realised it was too late - there was nothing I could do to escape the strafing high calibre bullets from their front-mounted full
automatic guns. I even remember looking at the pilots - I would have seen the whites of their eyes, if they weren't wearing the full goggles &
Three rounds hit me square in the chest/ abdomen, which felt like being punched ridiculously hard. My physical body fell backwards from the force of
the impacts, and before it hit the floor I was dead. I separated from my physical body, but continued to fall backwards, only now it seemed in
somewhat slow-motion. I was simultaneously enveloped in a warm, comfortable blankets of deep darkness, but there was no threat or sense of evil from
that darkness. I drifted to a horizontal position & seemed to fall into a deep, comfortable sleep. I was totally at rest - complete peace, total
comfort & assurance of safety. All stresses of my life melted away, and I found myself being borne aloft by strong hands/ arms, not sure how many,
but more than one. I drifted back into waking consciousness, as I found that I was laid down on the mossy/ leaf-covered floor of a forest. It was
morning - there was a beautiful golden glow from the sunlight filtering through the trees. Lovely birdsong, and again, a glorious sense of peace &
assurance. I saw a few symbolic objects to my side, and they certainly were intended to impart a spiritual message, which I received with great
As I stood & looked around, a glowing 'person' floated/walked through the trees towards me. I fell to my knees as 'he' explained: "You will never be
persecuted again". As I was, at that time in my waking life, experiencing tremendous persecution (unjustly in some regards), I was overcome with
emotion, and gave thanks to the angel who had delivered the divine message ('angelos', in Greek, means 'messenger'). He or she departed, and as I
warmed myself in the sunlight, taking in the beauty of the scene, I awoke in my bed.
This dream occurred just after I had turned to God in my ordinary life, having experienced, as noted, an unrelenting campaign of covert persecution by
group/s which opposed me, for various reasons, meaning I could no longer cope with my life. The dream gave me courage, confidence, and HOPE. I knew
that I had something to fight for, and that I was not facing these problems alone.
There is life beyond the death of the body, of this I am certain.
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