When, after death, the soul leaves the body, then after a while it discovers that it has approached a certain barrier or border separating the earthly and subsequent life.
It happens that at this moment the soul is given the opportunity to choose - to stay in another world or return to earthly life. A luminous creature can ask a person: "Are you ready to die?" Sometimes a person is ordered to return to Earth against his will. His soul had already managed to get used to the feeling of joy, love and peace, but its time had not come yet.
Quite often, a person begins to resist, since now he has learned the experience of another life and does not want to return. Despite his reluctance, he nevertheless somehow reconnects with his physical body and returns to life.
Later, he tries to tell others about all this, but it is difficult for him to do so. It is difficult for him to find words that fit the description of these unearthly events. In addition, he often has to face ridicule and mistrust.
And yet, posthumous experience has a great impact on a person's life and especially on his ideas about life and death.
For the most part, people consider what they have experienced not as some kind of dream, but in reality as a really experienced event. They are sure that what happened to them was in fact.
After such an experience, many began to feel more confident, to realize that their life has become deeper and more meaningful. The man seemed to have matured, a new world opened for him, the existence of which he did not even suspect.
One person described his condition after returning:
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• “From the moment it happened, I always think about what I have done in my life and what will I need to do next? I began to think: how did I live? Did I live well: for everyone or only for myself?
Previously, I reacted to something just impulsively, now I began to weigh everything. Now it seems to me that any deed, any deed should first be carefully considered, and then done. Now I try to build my life on more significant deeds, on what brings joy to my heart and soul. I try to avoid prejudice and not judge people. I try to do only good, because it's good for everyone, not just me. And it seems to me that I have now begun to understand life much better. I feel that I owe this to what happened to me, that is, to my posthumous experience, to what I then saw and experienced."
Another person says:
• “Our mind is a much more important part of us than the appearance and shape of our bodies. After this happened to me, the mind began to interest me more than the body. The body is just a shell for the mind. Now I don't really care how I look. The most basic thing in people is consciousness, its rational principle."
One woman says:
• "It made my life so much more valuable."
Having passed such tests, a person often begins to think about the fact that his mission in earthly life is to learn to love his neighbor.
Now I'm not afraid of death
The main result for people who survived death and returned to earthly life is the realization that one should not be afraid of death, and the state of death is not a door sealed with seven seals. Many are convinced that the Lord specifically sent them these tests so that they get rid of the fear of death. Here is an excerpt from one testimony. There is one unique moment in this story: the luminous creature tells a person in advance about imminent death, but later decides to save his life.
• “At the time this happened, I was suffering from severe attacks of bronchial asthma and emphysema; I have such attacks to this day. On one occasion, during a violent attack of coughing, I probably injured a vertebra in the lower spine. Several months later, I was consulted by a group of doctors in connection with excruciating pains that started in me. In the end, one of them referred me to a neurosurgeon, Dr. Watt. He examined me and said that I urgently needed to go to the hospital. I agreed.
Dr. Watt knew about my lung problems, so he brought in a lung specialist who said that the anesthesiologist, Dr. Coleman, would be there as a consultant in case anesthesia was needed. Thus, the pulmonary specialist trained me for two weeks, after which he placed me under the supervision of Dr. Coleman. On Monday, Dr. Coleman finally agreed to the operation, although he was very worried about my condition. The surgery was scheduled for next Friday.
On Monday night I fell asleep and slept peacefully all night. However, early Tuesday morning, I woke up in terrible pain. I turned from side to side to get a more comfortable position. Just at this time, a light appeared in the corner of the room, under the ceiling. It was just a ball of light that looked like a ball, not too big, not more than 12-15 inches in diameter, and as soon as it appeared, a strange feeling took possession of me.
I cannot call it a feeling of horror, no, it is not. It was a feeling of complete peace and incredible relief. I saw the hand that the light extended to me. As soon as he did this, I felt like something was pulling me, and that I was leaving the body. I looked around and saw myself lying on the bed as I continued to move along the ceiling of the room.
Now that I have left my body, I have assumed the same form as the light. I got the feeling - I will use my own words to describe what is happening, since I have never heard anyone speak of something like this - that this form was definitely of a spiritual nature. It was not a body, rather, just a puff of smoke or steam. It looked almost like a puff of cigarette smoke as we see it when it floats near the lamp. However, this form was colored. I could distinguish orange, yellow and also, not very clearly, indigo and blue.
This spirit entity did not have a form like a body. It was more or less rounded, but it had what I will call hands. I remember this because when the light came down to me, I was able to take his outstretched hand with my hand. While the palm and hand belonging to my body remained motionless, I was able to see them as I rose to the light. But then, when I did not use these spiritual hands, my spirit again assumed a spherical shape.
So, I was attracted to the same place in which the light was, and we began to move through the ceiling and wall of the ward into the corridor, then down the corridor down the floors and so on to the lower floor of the hospital. We passed doors and walls without any effort. They seemed to simply parted in front of us when we approached them.
Everything looked like we were traveling. I know that we were moving, but the speed was not great. At some point, I suddenly realized, almost instantly, that we had reached the recovery room. Before that, I did not even know where this ward was located in this hospital, but we were there and I was again under the ceiling of the room, in the corner. I saw doctors and nurses walking around in their green coats, I saw the beds there.
The luminous creature said, or rather, showed me: “This is where you will be when they bring you after the operation. They'll put you on that bed over there, but you won't wake up. You will not know anything about what happens to you from the moment you are placed in the operating room until the time when I come for you after a while."
I am not saying that it was all said in words. It was not an audible voice. It was more than just my own idea. All this was so vivid that I cannot say that I did not hear it or did not feel it. It was something absolutely definite, conveyed to me.
While I was in this spiritual form, I perceived everything that I saw much faster compared to the usual state. I was very surprised: "This is what he wants to show me." I instantly understood everything he meant. This was certainly true.
I saw the bed, which was immediately to the right, when you enter the ward, I understood that this was exactly the bed on which I would lie, and that he was showing me all this for a specific purpose. Then he told me why. He showed me all this because he did not want me to be afraid of the moment when my spirit leaves my body, but he wants me to know what awaits me.
He wanted to convince me not to be afraid, because he will not come to me right away, that at first I will have to go through other sensations, but that he will protect me and in the end will be with me.
Immediately after I joined him on this journey to the post-op and became a spirit myself, we were, in a sense, one, but at the same time we were separate. However, as far as I could tell, he was completely in charge. Even as we passed through the walls and ceilings, it seemed that we were so united that no force could separate me from him. At the same time, there was a sense of peace, calmness and clarity that I had never experienced before.
So, after he told me all this, he brought me back to my room. I saw my body, still lying in the position in which I left it, and at the same moment I entered it. I suppose I was out of my body for 5-10 minutes, but the usual passage of time has nothing to do with that state. I don't even remember if I thought about it then.
Now all this is so amazing to me. All this was so alive and real, more real than in ordinary life. The next morning I was no longer ill. When I shaved, I noticed that my hands were not shaking like they had been for six or eight weeks before. I knew that I would have to die, but it did not upset me or frighten me. I didn't think, say, "what would I do to avoid this?" I was ready.
On Thursday afternoon, that is, the day before the operation, I was in my room when anxiety overcame me. My wife and I had a son, and we also took in our nephew, with whom we had a lot of trouble. So I decided to write one letter to my wife and another to my nephew and state in them what bothered me and hide the letters so that they would be found only after the operation.
After I had written two pages of a letter to my wife, it was as if something inside me broke and I burst into tears. This was the first time I cried so hard. I was afraid that with my sobs I would attract the attention of the sisters, and they would come running to find out what had happened. But I didn’t hear the door open.
This time I felt his presence again, but now I did not see any light. Only thoughts or words reached me, as before. He told me: “Jack, why are you crying? I think you will be fine with me. " I replied: “Yes, I am crying. I really want to go to you. " The voice asked: "Then why are you crying?" I replied: "We have a very difficult relationship with my nephew, you know, and I am afraid that my wife will not know how to raise him." I tried to convey in words what I felt and how I wanted to help my wife educate him. I also talked about how my presence could put everything in its place.
After that, thoughts came to me from this being: “Because you ask for someone else and think about others, Jack, I will help you with this. You will live until the time your nephew becomes a grown man."
I stopped crying and tore up the letter I had written so that my wife would not accidentally find it. That evening, Dr. Coleman came to me and told me that there were many difficulties with the operation, so that I would not be surprised if after the operation I wake up and see myself surrounded by hoses, pipes, machines and that, perhaps, some time for me to recover from anesthesia. I didn't tell him anything about my experience, so I just nodded and said that I would take note of what he said.
The next morning I was operated on. The operation took a long time, but was successful. When I came to, Dr. Coleman was with me. I told him, "I know exactly where I am now." He asked, "What bed are you on?" I said: "On the first one on the right, how to get out of the hall." He laughed, but, of course, thought that I was talking while under anesthesia.
I wanted to tell him what happened to me, but just then Dr. Watt came in and asked, “He woke up. What do you want to do?" Dr. Coleman replied: “Actually, there is nothing to do. I have never been so shocked in my life as I am now. I'm here with all my equipment, but it turns out he doesn't need anything. " When I was able to get out of bed and look around the room, I saw that I was on the same bed that the light had shown me a few days ago.
It was three years ago, but I remember everything as vividly as I did then. This is the most fantastic thing in my life and I changed a lot after that. I only told about this to my wife, my brother, my pastor and now you. I do not seek to bring about any radical change in your life and I do not want to brag. It's just that after this incident, I no longer have any doubts. I know there is life after death."
O. Kazatsky, M. Yeritsyan