I was 25 years old at the time and did not know what was happening. My liver had failed and all the toxins and ammonia had bled into my body and brain.
I was in a violent coma. I was flown to another hospital and assume they put me in an induced coma due to my violence. I was placed on a list for a liver transplant. The doctors told my family that I needed a liver or would not make it through the night. I made it through the night and the following nights without a liver transplant. My liver rejuvenated 100%.
I saw the light before they put me in the helicopter. I have always been a skeptic. I attended five different schools of different religions as a child. My mother’s family was also very religious. I found them all to be hypocrites and conduct themselves in behaviors that were deplorable. Thus I did not trust anyone or anything. When I saw the light, bright as it may have been, I thought, “ha, everybody sees the light and now I know why… it’s the light from the doctor; I debunked that one.” However, the light got closer and I went deeper. I went through the tunnel of love that you have heard of, and into space. The best way I can describe the feeling of love is: Imagine you are the Beetles or Princess Diana, whoever you admire. You are on stage and you look into the audience and there are thousands and thousands of people there to see you. They are holding up signs with your name on it, holding up lighters, shouting your name, yelling to you. Can you imagine how much love you would feel? Now multiply that by 1000. I had no preconception of heaven because I had been told so many various stories. So for me I was just in space like Neil Armstrong would be, but without a vehicle.
I was approached telepathically by three beings. I refer to them as angels or guides. They reminded me of the Golden Girls (tv show). The smaller one to my left spoke the most. The medium one was on my right and would back up what she said, and the most powerful was behind me and only spoke when it was of the utmost importance. I did not see their size; I felt their strength and order of authority.
They showed me my past as if a fast forward film was playing. They showed me my birth and that at approximately two years of age is when we start making conscious decisions and lose our innocence, or in other words become solely on earth. As babies we can still transition between heaven and earth. They showed me every little thing I ever did wrong. From throwing kittens in the air and not always catching them on their way down to stealing money and someone else taking the blame. There was no judgement, only reflection. It was my consciousness that made me feel bad for doing all of the things I had done. They showed me what I had chosen to be and do before coming into this life. They explained that we are human and if we were perfect we would be Gods. This is why we come to earth, to learn.
I had no body so I could not hear by ears, could not see with eyes, could not touch, nor smell nor taste. When I was shown my past and future they showed me all of our family holidays as well. I saw all of the food telepathically and from my stay on earth was able to imagine what it would taste like and what it smelled like. It was clear to me that as wonderful as this heaven was there are many things you can only enjoy on earth. Such as swimming in water, holding hands, soft fur of a pet, sex, kissing, warm wind, FOOD, and so much more. Also if you have unresolved issues, they do not go away just because you are dead. So if you hate yourself and commit suicide, you still hate yourself and are dead. It really is not much different than just closing your eyes. Your problems are still there. However, you are able to think more clearly. Your brain is fresh and alleviated of any damage, tiredness, illness, age, etc.
They showed me my present which was my funeral. I had two children at the time, three and six years of age. I saw them at the funeral and they were playing with their cousins, not really comprehending what was going on. They showed me my mother who was hysterically crying and grieving. I had never seen her like that before. I never thought she loved me from the lack of emotions and emotional support that she displayed during my life. But I saw my children were fine so I told the guides that I did not need to go back, my children would be fine.
Then I was shown the future without me. It was an apartment and at the end of the hall was a bedroom. We peeked in and it was fit for princesses. Pink ruffled canopy bedding, toys galore, beautiful clothes and furniture. I said “see they are well taken care of.” They told me no this room is for their step sisters and showed me two little girls. Your children’s room is over here. They opened another door and there was nothing in the room but a dirty single mattress on the floor, no furniture, no toys, no clothes. It was at that time I told them I must come back and finish raising my kids. And I did.
During my visit I got to ask many questions. I asked why bad things happen, why do we have roaches and ants, why do we have wars, what is up with the Bible, is Adam and Eve a true story, how was earth created, evolution and the Big Bang Theory, and who is God. I got answers to all of my questions and more.
There was no concept of time. You do not have a body; you do not need sleep or food; so there is no measurement of time. You can be in multiple places at multiple times as easy as it is to be at your computer and talking on the phone. They also showed me a mountain of garbage. When I asked what it was they told me this is the remains of all the products that I had consumed in my life time that I had left behind. They showed me many effects that people’s garbage and pollution had had on our planet.
They showed me that all animals have souls and how disrespectful it was to pass by a deceased animal on the road without giving it compassion. I explained one could get killed attempting such. But they said it was just how our times are. They also said that plants have a soul too. Now this was hard for me to swallow but since my NDE I have seen studies where they talk nice to one plant and nasty to a similar one and one thrives and one dies. There are also plants that have senses and emit odors or react when touched, so I believe it now. I asked how will we survive without eating plants. They said we are expected to eat plants and animals, that we just need to have compassion, respect and appreciation for them. Gracing our food before eating is probably the best for now. Plants and animals knowingly sacrifice themselves for humans, so be appreciative.
I was in a coma for close to a week. When I came back into my body I remembered my adventure but did not remember I had kids nor what year it was. I felt that I had been gone for a year or more from all the information and knowledge I had gained. My memory of my kids came back after a few days and I brushed off my adventure as it must have just been a dream. Until the things they showed me in my future came into fruition. Many other things they showed me I later found to be proven, too.
Miraculously my liver rejuvenated itself 100%. On a side bar, a liver did arrive as I was recovering. Someone ran into my room and yelled at the doctor, “do you still need a liver,” and the doctor replied, “no, go to the next one on the list.” This procedure was fairly new at the time. It wasn’t but a couple hours later I’m watching the news in my room at the hospital and they are talking about a liver had arrived at Tampa General Hospital and Evil Knievel was on his way for a much needed liver transplant. So yes, he got my liver.
I always thought that because I came back to earth to “finish raising my kids” that when they turned 18 I would die. They are now 24 and 27 with one expecting in November. I don’t think we ever finish raising our kids; or at least I hope not.
I am allergic to all medications whether it is over the counter or prescribed. I can only take homeopathic, natural, aspirin, Benadryl, and steroids or other hormones. I break out into an itchy rash which were the symptoms I had just before liver failure. Years after, I went to an allergist that conducted a skin test with the most mild antibiotic. This was at a university hospital with a team of doctors. I was told they do not expect a reaction. My skin welted, became pussy and bloody in a 4-5” diameter area. The doctor just said if I ever need to take antibiotics, I will need to take them with steroids. However, in all of their careers they had never seen such a reaction and took pictures.
Thank goodness I met a man that has healing hands. While at work I was bitten by a brown recluse spider. The only remedy for this is antibiotics. Human Resources told me to go to the hospital but I knew they could not help me. It was at the base of the back of my neck to my right. It was raised with a hole in the center full of puss and blood. My husband put his hand on it and by morning the area was flat, the color was normal, and only a small scab the size of a pencil eraser was left. He has helped me many other occasions. This may be irrelevant but is how I survive today.
I went to work in 2001 at the State’s Water Management District because I wanted to help our environment. I was there for 10 years. It was very political and a lot of cases we (the inspectors, hydrologist, geologists, and environmental scientist) found to be illegal and irresponsible were being brushed under the rug. The economy also tanked and the Governor was cutting jobs drastically. It was disappointing because for many years we protected our water resources, wetlands, and animal habitats.
I then had a desire to help senior citizens. I seemed to have a calling to help people that were about to die. After I would visit, they would pass. It would just happen. I don’t know why it kept happening to me. I would be the last person to see them alive aside from staff. I have no fear of dying. I am happy to be there to help those that are about to die. Because of this I took a management position at a senior apartment complex. Of 60 units, I had six people and one dog pass my first year. I would tell them the choice is theirs if they want to live. I found that those who chose to live seemed to come back at a price. Just like I am sensitive to drugs, I have seen others survive but suffer from another issue/condition.
It has been an honor to be present during the time of one’s passing or choice of living. I have witnessed many miracles. One occasion a doctor told me one of my residents’ carotid artery was completely blocked on one side and 98% blocked on the other. They didn’t expect him to live but a few days because he refused any surgery. That was almost two years ago.
I have visited the local hospice on occasion with my dog and plan to do more as time permits. At this time I am focusing on writing my book, opening a local book and metaphysical store, and being a grandmother.