I'd like to start off by saying, that the connection between your relatives being born and passing away in that small of a time frame, obviously
raises some eyebrows. However, that's not to say this will always be the case, but if it keeps reoccuring throughout your life, then throw coincidence
out the window. I have a personal story about my experience with the afterlife, and I hope that it might help you somehow, someway.
I'd like to share with you a recount of my own NDE, as a matter of fact, I actually did die! This last Winter, I was involved in a "freak"
weightlifting accident. The summary of my accident goes as this...at the time of my accident, my physical strength was through the roof. My bench
press was well past a 450 pound max of real weight. I am a National Champion in football, and having 400 pounds on the bench press bar and repping it
sucessfully wasn't even the problem. Anyway, as I was resting underneath the bar in between sets, I caught out of the corner of my eye that someone
was walking past my head. Then suddenly the bar and it's 400 pounds was on my face. I later found out that the person walking past me, fell into the
bar after losing their footing and needless to say the bar came down on my face, not once but twice, because I had placed weightlifting bands at the
end of the bar. I was strong enough to get the weight off my face, and began bleeding everywhere. An ambulance came, and on my way to the hospital, my
heart stopped beating. The ambulance staff shot me up with epinephrine, and my heart started beating again, and I remember waking up with the staff
huddled around me. But during my time dead, I DID CROSS OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE. I wandered through complete blackness KNOWING I was dead. I was fully
aware of the accident that had happend, and understood I was dead. And to be honest although it was pitch black, darker than the darkest night you
could imagine, I was not afraid, because I knew the lord was with me. For the first time in my life, I was in peace. I no longer had any problem I
had to deal with, I no longer worried, I had no fear. I did think about my family I had left behind, but understood and appreciated each one of them
for all of the valuable lessons and joy they had brought to my life. And as I continued walking through the blackness, suddenly off in the distance I
saw a small light. As I approached the light I saw two dark figures standing in the doorway. And as I came closer to the light, suddenly I heard a
voice echo through the endless darkness and say "Nicholas, it is not your time", and then I felt as though I was literally lifted up and thrown
backwards. Needless to say, next thing I remember was waking up to see the ambulance staff around me. However, as I was in the hospital, an old woman
came into my room and sat on my bed and said "Hello Nicholas, how are you doing?" And I told her "I am doing good", i then asked her where she was
from and told me "Martinsville", which is the town my Grandfather grew up in and is burried in right next to his parents. She then smiled and offered
to give me holy communion, which I accepted and she began praying with me. And after some time, my cell phone began vibrating which I turned my
attention to, so I could silent it, and when I turned back the woman was gone. I asked my nurses later that night about the woman, and they told me
they had no idea who she was, and that the hospital did not offer such services.....
So if there's anything to take from my story for other people it's this, THERE IS A GOD, THERE IS LIFE AFTER DEATH, AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US HAS
RELATIVES, ANGELS AND OTHERWORDLY BEINGS LOOKING OUT FOR US. The accident and my experiences during death made me realize we are judged here on Earth
by how we treat our fellow man, and who we truly are inside of our hearts beneath our superficial ego. Trust me when I say this, I used to be a guy
who felt rather uneasy when people expressed their love for god and jesus openly, and thought most of them were ridiculous fanatics bordering on
needing a mental evaluation. However, after my experiences, and realizing the truth in the bible, I look at the world rather different now, and my
faith went from believing to KNOWING.---- Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not
seen, and yet have believed.
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