Welcome to Beyond Death where we examine near death experiences from people who say they
have died, visited the other side and came back.
Today's NDE comes to us via email from Jimmy who is 87 years young and remembers an experience
he had as a child growing up on a farm.
Let's get into it!
Whenever I mention my having a near death experience to anyone I get a host of responses.
Some people want to ask me a million questions but for the most part I end up with people
wanting to get me help for whatever they have deemed is wrong with my brain.
I have been told I dreamed it, I am crazy, I am old and senile, the list goes on but
you get the gist of it.
There are far more non believers than there are believers when it comes to near death
experiences.
I get the worst responses from those calling themselves Christians who only wish to act
like I am the devil incarnate.
I am eighty seven years old and I will be going Home soon, I have absolutely no reason
to lie or fabricate an NDE for attention.
I really don't care what you believe.
This is my experience as I remember it and this is the final time I will tell anyone
it.
Thank you Beyond Death for providing me a place where I can do this.
This is my near death experience, take from it what you will.
I grew up helping my family out on the farm, we were share croppers which meant the farm
owner provided the land and a randown shack for us to live in and at harvest time we received
a small portion (a share) of the money after the crops were sold.
Everyone in the family worked the farm every day.
On the day of my experience I had taken sick.
I had a high fever that just wouldn't break so my mother insisted I stay in bed even though
my father wanted me to help him on the farm.
Needless to say, he won the fight on that one.
Back then men ruled the family.
I had been in the field for maybe half the day and feeling worse and worse when I collapsed.
At first I could hear people around me, this was my mother and father rushing to my side
but their voices sounded a million miles away for some reason, almost like they were speaking
through water.
I hope that makes sense.
I found myself standing beside my body and watched as my dad scooped me up and began
to run towards the shack we lived in.I remember thinking that I should follow him when I was
suddenly there.
My body was laid on a small table the family ate at and my mother began wiping my brow
with a wet cloth.
Next I see the room grow very bright almost like the lights had been turned on which was
an impossibility as the shack had no electricity and only dim oil lamps for the evening.
No, this light was very bright.
Inside the light stood a being.
I don't want to call this being an angel because I don't know that it was one.
So this being walks over to where I stood staring at my body and told me telepathically
to "come with me".
I don't recall being given a choice in the matter either.
When that being said "come"...
I went.
In the blink of an eye I found myself standing beside a river bank with the clearest waters
I had ever laid eyes on.
The being of light was still beside me.
I could see two men fishing on the other side of this river and I wondered to myself if
the fish were biting.
Just as that thought passed through my head the being spoke again and again directly into
my mind, "go see" it said.
"How can I see?, they are on the other side of the water and there is no bridge to reach
them"
The being of light laughed and said "think of being there and you will be".
So I did.
Once I was standing next to the men I could clearly see they had a few good sized fish
already and then I glanced at the men again, I knew one of them.
It was my grandfather who had died when I was just a baby, I had no ideahow I could
recognize him but it was him.
He looked at me knowingly and asked "What are you doing here Jimmy?"
I began to explain what had happened in the field and about the being of light bringing
me there even though I still didn't know where there was.
Grandpa hugged me close and said that he had missed me but that I shouldn't stay "too long"
because it wasn't my time yet.
I don't know how long I watched grandpa fish because time sort of stopped, almost like
there was no time, there was only now and every moment was now.
The being of light again spoke up and told me (again in my head) "we must continue now,
you are expected"
"expected where?"
I asked.
Before the being could even answer I found myself standing in a long white hall with
beautiful ornate pillars.
The hall was open to the outside on the right and left sides but directly in front of me
was a huge wooden door that was just as ornate as the pillars.
As the doorway opened I saw a group of men sitting at a long table directly in front
of me.
These men wore simple brown robes with an off white sash tied around the waist.
They stood for a moment and told me to come forward.
Once I got within arms reach of the table they told me to stop.
For some reason I felt like I was in some kind of trouble.
Only one of these men talked to me(still mind to mind) but before he spoke they would all
look to each other as if communicating amongst themselves.
"We will now review your life thus far, Jimmy" it was explained.
A screen appeared and I don't want to say "I watched" because watching doesn't describe
it...I "relived" every moment of my life.
Only with this reliving I could experience the thoughts, feelings, pains, and pleasures
of every person I had ever interracted with.
I don't want to go into too much detail there not because I have something I am ashamed
of but more because it was a very hard experience.
Just knowing you ad brought pain to someone that affected them their whole lives can be
quite overwhelming.
When my life review was over I asked the men if that meant I would be going to hell.
I didn't see how it could mean anything else.
The man in the center seat stood and spoke again saying "No Jimmy, our job is not to
judge, we are hear only to teach and to learn.
We learn about human interraction and hopefully in the process, seeing your experiences and
the way that every decision you make affects others prepares you to return and become better
and will transition over into your next life."
Those words, "Next life" had my attention so I asked what he meant by that.
His next reply really floored me.
"A soul is given a predetermined number of lives in which to learn and advance all they
can.
It not only helps us learn but also helps your transitioning into the afterlife."
"So I will live again?"
I asked.
"Yes, as you have lived before" he said.
"Would you like to see some of your past lives?"
"Yes" I replied immediately.
The screen again lowered and I watched myself as a Lakota indian being forced from my land
and onto a reservation by the white army.
I could feel the hate I had at that time for them.
I had a baby die and then I took my own life.
Next I saw myself as a merchant in India trying to sell fabrics to feed my family.
I could not tel what time frame this was.
I saw a thief steal from me and me die from a heart attack brought on by trying to chase
them down.
After seeing those two lives I was asked if I wished to continue viewing past lives.
I did not.
In the three lives I now knew of, not one of them had been good so I thought it best
to end it.
The being of light took my hand again and I found myself back at the river oly now I
could no longer see my grandfather.
"Are you ready to go home?"
the being asked.
Not knowing what else to do I said "yes" and I woke in my body.
My mother was crying and my dad had sent for the doctor, they made house calls back then.
The doctor arrived and gave me some of the most foul tasting medicine I had ever tasted
and told my mother to cover me with blankets (mind you, it was hot outside) and let me
sweat it out which I did.
In a few days I was back on my feet and back in the fields.
Ive spent my entire life wondering who those men were at that table...how many more lives
must I live...was the being of light an angel...I don't have answers to anything, I should have
asked more questions I know but at the time I wasn't thinking about much other than not
going to hell.
When I die next time I hope I am able to remember to ask a ton of questions starting with is
reincarnation something I signed up for or can I just opt to stay?
Well as I said, people think I'm crazy but I know I am not.
I didn't dream this either.
let us know in the comments below what you think of Jimmy's experience.
until next time,
Stay Blessed!