SPIRITUAL True Story

I Believe in Angels! by Ellen Edwards

In February of 1994, I had a very major car accident while driving on I-95 in CT. My car struck a cement center-divider, and I spun out into the center lane of traffic. I veered back into the left-hand lane so fast, that I went back head-on into the center divider, proceeded to flip over it, and then landed upside down on the other side, in the left-hand lane of the opposing traffic.

I came away from this accident with a small cut on my forehead. I was wearing a seat belt, but I had it under my arm (I am short, and belts are often uncomfortable around my neck). Therefore, the belt did not offer the protection it would have had I worn it correctly.

I believe I survived this accident solely through divine assistance.

During the accident, I suddenly felt a presence around me, a loving, protective presence, and I felt wrapped in a cocoon of bliss and indescribable love. A voice said to me, "It's not so bad to die", and I responded with, "I know...I am so tired". It was as if I already knew what death was like, and it felt very comforting to me. I also heard (or rather, "saw") that my husband would be dying sometime in the near future (I wasn't told when), and that my children would need me. I was being given a choice to live or to die, and because of what I was being "shown", I chose to live.

Many things were said to me in the form of "images", and all this happened in the space of a few seconds... the time it took to land on the other side of the divider.

At the scene of the accident, and later in the hospital, I was told over-and-over that "You should be dead". This was how severe the accident was...it was a "10" on a scale of 1-to-10, or so I was told by the paramedics. The medical personnel were, I am sure, wondering why I did not seem to have any reaction to having been in an accident, which should, or at least might, have killed me. I had no reaction because the feelings of all-encompassing love remained with me for several hours after the accident, and because I knew, without a doubt, that I was spared for a reason.

I will always be very, very grateful for the help and protection I received on that cold February day, because this love and caring came to me unbidden. We are loved by our angels for just being who we are, which is the most perfect example of unconditional, heavenly love.

The Day I Died by Avalon De Witt

The happiest day of my life was the day I died. I was three years old and living in Richmond, Indiana. It was a sunny day and my dad decided to take me fishing. We went to a nearby river and my dad chose a spot next to a small bridge where he cast his line and relaxed into a folding lawn chair on the riverbank.

I scurried off to explore. Under the bridge, just a few feet above the water, a large pipe ran across the river. I was born a curious child and that pipe looked enticing. I would make a game of crossing the water by straddling the pipe and scooting back and forth.

I was playing contentedly like this when suddenly, I slipped and fell in. The water engulfed me and I began gasping for air. I didn't know how to swim. With each gasp, I sank deeper and deeper. As my lungs filled with water, my instincts kicked in. I knew what was happening to me, and I fought desperately to reach the surface of the water. Darkness closed in around me as the sunlight above me slipped further and further from my grasp. Soon, I was weak and going limp. I could see only darkness. There was nothing. No thoughts, no feelings. And it was eternal.

But only for a moment! Because suddenly, directly in front of me, in the midst of this darkness was a bright, sparkly sunbeam. A voice within me said, "BREATHE!" I knew this was it: my last breath, my last chance to escape the darkness. With all of my might, I inhaled as deeply as I could. The inhale propelled me forward, into the sunbeam and I began rising to the surface. The inhale continued. I reached the surface and kept on rising.

Several yards above the water, I looked back down and saw my dad running over to the pipe. I could hear his thoughts like a mantra, "Get the baby, save the baby..."

"But, Daddy, I'm over here. Everything's, okay," I thought. Perfect, actually. Beautiful, so peaceful... Then, I realized that I could see in all directions at once. I was no longer contained and I could feel myself beginning to expand across the sky as I eased into this infinite breath that was now me! Beautiful music, like a million wind chimes enveloped me as I sailed toward a brilliant white light, surrounded by many shimmering, smaller ones. The Light beckoned me and the smaller lights reached out like arms, pulling me in for a great, warm hug. In an instant, I was one with my Creator and I was filled with the knowledge of all things. I was Love and all was perfect!

I looked down and saw my dad again. He was pulling my body out of the water. I was dead. But I was more alive than ever before, or since. My dad threw my body over his shoulder and started for the riverbank. It was a beautiful sight to me and I was filled with compassion.

I don't know what made me go back; maybe it was that compassion. But for whatever reason, I was compelled. I floated closer, as my dad laid my body in the sand and started administering CPR. He was silent and focused. I was at peace and knew what to do. I came down and found a place on the sand to "sit" behind my head. I looked into my dad's face as he pumped diligently at my chest.

Suddenly, water shot up like a geyser from my nose and mouth, and WHOOSH! I was sucked back into my body through the top of my head. I "awoke" in my body, gasping and choking, the force of the water burning through my nose and throat. The harsh contrast of being thrust from Heaven back into the pain and confinement of the body hurt more than the dying experience, itself. It was like getting tossed off the best carnival ride ever, and I wanted back on!

Years later, when I asked my father about this experience, thinking maybe it had been a dream, he recounted every detail as clearly I had seen it from above. The Love and bliss I experienced in that place of Light has been my driving force, ever since. And from that day forward, my life's goal has been to bring a piece of that Light back to earth. That little spark from "the other side" remains with me to this day.
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