Stories of Angel Encounters

 

 

Angel's on the Cliff: My grandma, mom and I were driving to BC for Easter and I needed out of the car to run and play (I was about 6) we stopped at the Columbia Ice fields and decided to go up for a walk. I was running ahead and my mom yelled for me to slow down.  Just as I turned to see where they were I saw my grandma fall and start sliding towards a cliff. My mom caught her but they already had so much momentum they weren’t stopping. We were all screaming at the top of our lungs but there was no one around.  As Grandma and Mom slid toward the edge of the cliff, two men, who could barely speak English, in full climbing gear (that you don’t need for a hike out there)  appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my mom just as she was losing grandma over the edge and lifted grandma like she was a feather. Both were battered and beaten but alive. Just as they got to their feet I went running to them and as fast as they were there, the two men were gone. I know who they were and mom and grandma are pretty sure what happened them.  We will always be grateful to these two men/angels.  Because of them, I didn't lose the only family I had.

 

 

Angel's Protective Cloak: One day in 1979, I was driving along Alameda and Firestone in the City of South Gate California, when all of a sudden my headlights went out, my muffler started to drag, making a lot of sparks and noise.  I was headed East at the time so I had to make a U turn to go back toward my home.  My children were with me at the time, a son 3 and a daughter age 6.  They were both very scared because it was a dark and scary area on the main street.  The signs along the street said "No Stopping Or Parking At Any Time".  As I was making the U turn on Firestone, I noticed that about a half a mile back, the light signal was red.  I thought I had enough time to park along side of the Firestone plant and get out. (It is a large industrial building in the area)  I told my children to hurry up and get out of the car and wait along the side of the fence that surrounded the building.  I was trying to hurry and get out of the car myself , but it was too late, a large brown van hit me as I was trying to get out from the drivers side of the car.  I knew it was over for me!  Then all of a sudden I heard a strange swishing sound and I looked up and I was OK.  I couldn't believe it!  The brown van pulled up in front of, or, I should say along side of my car, and the people in the van asked me if I was OK.  They too were shook up at what just happened.  I could not speak, I was in too much of a shock and they were also.  Their van went right through me. The noise I heard was definitely the sound of "Angels Wings" covering me as the van went through me.  I will never, ever, forget that night!  This happened right in front of my children who were screaming, because they thought I was hit by the van. 

 

In the Hands of an Angel: When I was 7 yrs. old my 5 yr. old cousin was very sick and my parents would never tell me what was wrong.  Years later I found out he had cancer.  My parents told me after he died not to talk about him.  Everything was so hush, hush and I was devastated and no one would tell me where Chetty went.  Whenever my family went there for visits; he'd always want me to go out and swing with him. 

After he died, we went to his house for a visit and I was so lonely, I decided to go outside and swing.  As I sat there remembering how it use to be, Chetty walked up to me and an Angel was holding his hand.  She had beautiful long blonde hair and was dressed in a long white gown.  She never said a word, just smiled, but Chetty looked at me and said "I'm not in pain no more".  He and the angel turned and walked until they simply faded away.

 

Angelic House Protection: me and I told her that I had to go home.  That something was wrong and I had to go home.  This lasted for about five minutes.  Sharon would not let me go and then suddenly the feeling left me.  We looked at the time and it was 1:45 in the afternoon, the feeling left me at 1:52.

 

I finished out my day at work and as I drove up to my home there were several police cars in my driveway.  At exactly 1:40 pm that afternoon my husband who works out of our home felt the need to go to the store.  He left the house for ten minutes.  While he was gone five very aggressive men took an ax to our door, kicked it in and rip out VCR's, TV's and several other items.  They were caught and the police officer came by the house with the men who were pointing out all the homes that they had robbed in our neighbor.  The officer said that if my husband had been home, they would have hurt him or even killed him.

 

I feel that my guardian angel saved him by instilling the need to go to the store at that exact time.  He still does not know why he went that day.  But I am thankful to my angels for their help.

 

 

 

Consequences of Not Listening: This is another story that has a moral to it.  Always listen to your guardian angel!  One morning as I woke up I heard a voice saying over and over don't get on the boat, don't get on the boat.  So I told my husband about it.  That day we were going boating with a friend who was bringing another friend that we had not met yet with their own boat as well.

 

My husband and I talked about what I had heard and we made a decision to go met with them on the beach, but not to get on any of the boats that day.  However at the end of the day after not getting on any of the boats, my friend talked me and my husband into getting on the boat for just a ride only.  We gave in and went.

 

While they were pulling a tuber in a double tube, the new ski rope, snapped.  It snapped because the tuber had fell off the tube and the boat driver who had been drinking continued to drive the boat at over 30 mph even after we repeatedly yelled at him to stop.  The tube submerged and held fast in the water, the ski rope had an estimated 4,000 pounds of pressure place on it and it snapped.  At first everyone thought someone was shooting at us.  It sounded like two gun shots.

 

The first of the two gun shot sounds were when the rope snapped and the second one, when it hit me in the head.  It knocked me out and cause great bodily injury to me.  I am disabled now due to what happened.  I wish I had listened to my guardian angel.

 

So everyone out there don't make the mistake that I did.  Listen to your guardian angel.  Even if you feel stupid or foolish, don't give in to other's wishes around you.  Let God lead the way for you through the guidance he gives you through your guardian angels.

 

 

Angels, watch over my family:  One of our sons, was going to a party to meet a friend and my wife told him not to go; he said that he was going and left in the car; as he was going down the highway, he felt angelic communications to the effect that he should turn around; he did not pay attention and was wondering who was he talking to?  One exit before his required exit, he felt that someone turned the steering wheel and took the car out that exit; he then felt, that he should listen, and returned home; he relayed the story to us. We found out the next day, that there was a shooting at the party and his friend was killed.  I guess, his guardian angel kept him from possibly being killed also.  thank you Guardian Angel!

 

Another time, this same son, was going to meet a girlfriend in NC and his mother again warned him not to go; it was winter and himself or the car were not prepared for the journey.  During that night, my wife had a vision, where she saw him stranded on a dark NC roads, in the cold and freezing.  Again, she sent his guardian angel and other archangels to assist him.  When he returned a few days later, my wife asked him if anything had happened on the road, and because he knows of her gifts, he said Yes and related to us this story.  He had run out of gas on a dark road in the middle of the night, and it was very cold, he did not want to stay in the car, so he started walking; a big 16 wheeler came and told him that He WOULD TAKE HIM TO THE GAS STATION, GET SOME GAS. He took him there, gave him a gas can and waited for him,  to return him to the car; as my son  was putting the gas into his car, he turned around to say THANK YOU and the truck and all had disappeared without a sound or any loud noise from the truck engine. Another one of those angels in disguise. 

 

Another son, was returning home late at night in his small sports car, when at a major intercession, someone ran the light and plunged into his side. The car had one of those iron cages that surround you; he looked in his rear view, as he was pinned very tightly and saw someone who kept telling him: 'Don't loose faith, someone is already on the way.' When the fire rescue people came, he told them that there was someone in the back seat and they said that there was NO ONE THERE!  He knew then that it was an angel in disguise, keeping him from loosing his grip on the situation...saved his life!  

 

 

 

No creature too small:  One weekend I was away from home and found that my two Jack Russell dogs were let out of the yard by someone leaving their gate open.  These dogs are like my children to me, we searched and looked all over for them.  My heart was torn into a million pieces, the tears would not stop.  During our search on Saturday, we came across a man walking his dog about 12:30 AM and we left him our name and phone number.  We continued our search through the night, but we didn't find our doges. 

On Monday I came across an email that shared Angelic information with naming about 15 Angels.  I called out to each one of them with tears streaming down my face and demanded that I get my puppies back home safe and unhurt where they belong.  That Monday afternoon the man we ran into Saturday night called me and said he saw a sign stating two Jack Russells were found and he gave me the phone number from the sign.  I immediately called the number and sure enough this wonderful family had found my dogs and took care of them for the weekend.  I believe in all my heart that the Angels sent us in the direction of this man, for the Angels knew my heart was broken and they were just waiting for the word from me to assist.

I know there are people suffering in this world and would think that loosing dogs is nothing compared to the suffering of others but this was MY heartache and there is no suffering too big or too small that the Angels wont help with, all you have to do is reach out. I am living proof that they are, not just with returning my dogs but in other areas of my life.

 

Visitor in the night:  On night, about 3am in the morning I was woken by the most beautiful feminine voice I ever heard..  She was saying over and over again "Angel Fennety".  I couldn't open my eyes, I fought and fought till eventual I did, and I let out a bit of a scream due to the effort.  As soon as my eyes opened her voice stopped, but I knew exactly where she was moving in my room.  I was covered in goose bumps and felt quiet warm, I said to her "thank you for coming to see me, and that she can go in peace".  Shortly after that, the mood in my room changed and I could go back to sleep.

 

The next morning when I woke up I saw the back of a figure in white, it took a couple of steps and disappeared.  It was not the same entity that came during the night, I had no positive or negative feeling towards this one, it was just there.

 

 

Everything's going to be okay:  I lost my son Justin 2 years ago to murder.  Since he was in High School, we would go round and around about him not bringing the car home when he was supposed to.  The night before Thanksgiving, I prayed for God to give me a sign that Justin was ok and that I was doing the right things to bring the people to justice and to keep his two children safe from harm.  After dinner, my husband went outside and our pickup was running, no one had been outside to start it.  I knew immediately that it was a sign from Justin that everything was fine and all would be ok.

 

Concerned "Stranger":   I was having a very tough day. Trying to stay sober and deal with the loss of my true love and job at  the same time.  I begin to speak to my higher power over a span of  three months until one day I felt so helpless and doubtful.  I remember getting down on my knees begging for my creator to connect with me so I would know that he was there and that I was truly not alone.  That day I saw seven rainbows at different times.  What made me think the most was when a stranger in a green car saw me parked on the road.  I was crying and praying.  He pulled up next to my car, he said "I saw you here and wanted to see if you were okay!"  I said "Oh, yes I'm okay.  He then asked again,"  Are you sure that you're okay?" and again I replied "Yes".   He then said "Okay, you have a great day."   Instantly it lifted my spirits and I smiled at him with tears in my eyes and told him to have a good day too.  As he was driving away we both looked at each other in the rear view mirrors as if something told us to.  As I was driving away it dawned on me that what if he were an angel checking to see if I needed help.  This person. who I've never saw again,  made me feel so happy and at ease.  Just stopping to see if I was alright was all I needed to know that my higher power had connected with me through a stranger who I feel was an angel.

 

 

Survival in Vietnam:  I don't know if this was an Angel or my father who had recently passed, but I was stationed in Vietnam from 1970 to 1971 at the time that the United States was beginning to pull out of the country.  I was a First Lieutenant in charge of a 5 ton truck company running convoys to bring goods, equipment, weapons, jet fuel and supplies to different bases in the lower three Corps. 

 

I was assigned to bring an artillery company out of the mountains back to my base at Long Bien.  While leading the convoy on the road back to Long Bien, I felt a cool breeze run up my back.  We were in the sweltering jungle, there shouldn't have been a cool breeze.  I immediately felt that my convoy was to be ambushed down the road.  I halted the convoy in the middle of the jungle to review my ambush instructions with the troops.  We mounted our vehicles and proceeded down the road.  Not 30 minutes later, we were ambushed.  Because we were aware of the possibility of the ambush and were just recently prepared with instructions, we were able to get through it without incident.  We returned fire and drove back the Vietcong giving us the time to escape the ambush zone.  This happened 3 times in the year that I was there.  I credit this cool breeze for the survival of myself and my troops.

 

 

 

Protection on the streets:  I was walking home from the hospital in the middle of the night.  My husband had almost died and I wasn't thinking of anything but him and finally being able to go home and sleep.  I unconsciously took the quickest way home.  This wasn't necessarily the safest route.  The other streets were busier and safer and that was the way I always walked, even in the daylight.  All of a sudden I felt a presence.  It was a feeling like a mother gets when she "feels" exactly what her children are doing behind her.  I felt a large being who expanded huge wings and wrapped them around me.  It was a feeling of comfort I never felt before.  Then I realized the path I was taking home and the fact that I was standing in the middle of a dark alley.  I shudder to think what was down that alley that this being was protecting me from.

 

 

http://www.angelfocus.com/encounters.htm#Angels_on_the_cliff

 

 

 

 

Life is Like a Cup of Coffee

Life is Like a Cup of Coffee

 

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee.

Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.

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http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-106-Life+is+Like+a+Cup+of+Coffee.html

Proof of Heaven: A Doctor’s Experience With the Afterlife

 

 

As a neurosurgeon, I did not believe in the phenomenon of near-death experiences. I grew up in a scientific world, the son of a neurosurgeon. I followed my father’s path and became an academic neurosurgeon, teaching at Harvard Medical School and other universities. I understand what happens to the brain when people are near death, and I had always believed there were good scientific explanations for the heavenly out-of-body journeys described by those who narrowly escaped death.

The brain is an astonishingly sophisticated but extremely delicate mechanism. Reduce the amount of oxygen it receives by the smallest amount and it will react. It was no big surprise that people who had undergone severe trauma would return from their experiences with strange stories. But that didn’t mean they had journeyed anywhere real.

Although I considered myself a faithful Christian, I was so more in name than in actual belief. I didn’t begrudge those who wanted to believe that Jesus was more than simply a good man who had suffered at the hands of the world. I sympathized deeply with those who wanted to believe that there was a God somewhere out there who loved us unconditionally. In fact, I envied such people the security that those beliefs no doubt provided. But as a scientist, I simply knew better than to believe them myself.

In the fall of 2008, however, after seven days in a coma during which the human part of my brain, the neocortex, was inactivated, I experienced something so profound that it gave me a scientific reason to believe in consciousness after death.

I know how pronouncements like mine sound to skeptics, so I will tell my story with the logic and language of the scientist I am.

Very early one morning four years ago, I awoke with an extremely intense headache. Within hours, my entire cortex—the part of the brain that controls thought and emotion and that in essence makes us human—had shut down. Doctors at Lynchburg General Hospital in Virginia, a hospital where I myself worked as a neurosurgeon, determined that I had somehow contracted a very rare bacterial meningitis that mostly attacks newborns. E. coli bacteria had penetrated my cerebrospinal fluid and were eating my brain.

When I entered the emergency room that morning, my chances of survival in anything beyond a vegetative state were already low. They soon sank to near nonexistent. For seven days I lay in a deep coma, my body unresponsive, my higher-order brain functions totally offline.

 

 

 

Then, on the morning of my seventh day in the hospital, as my doctors weighed whether to discontinue treatment, my eyes popped open.

 

‘You have nothing to fear.’ ‘There is nothing you can do wrong.’ The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. Photo illustration by Newsweek; Source: Buena Vista Images-Getty Images

There is no scientific explanation for the fact that while my body lay in coma, my mind—my conscious, inner self—was alive and well. While the neurons of my cortex were stunned to complete inactivity by the bacteria that had attacked them, my brain-free consciousness journeyed to another, larger dimension of the universe: a dimension I’d never dreamed existed and which the old, pre-coma me would have been more than happy to explain was a simple impossibility.

But that dimension—in rough outline, the same one described by countless subjects of near-death experiences and other mystical states—is there. It exists, and what I saw and learned there has placed me quite literally in a new world: a world where we are much more than our brains and bodies, and where death is not the end of consciousness but rather a chapter in a vast, and incalculably positive, journey.

I’m not the first person to have discovered evidence that consciousness exists beyond the body. Brief, wonderful glimpses of this realm are as old as human history. But as far as I know, no one before me has ever traveled to this dimension (a) while their cortex was completely shut down, and (b) while their body was under minute medical observation, as mine was for the full seven days of my coma.

All the chief arguments against near-death experiences suggest that these experiences are the results of minimal, transient, or partial malfunctioning of the cortex. My near-death experience, however, took place not while my cortex was malfunctioning, but while it was simply off. This is clear from the severity and duration of my meningitis, and from the global cortical involvement documented by CT scans and neurological examinations. According to current medical understanding of the brain and mind, there is absolutely no way that I could have experienced even a dim and limited consciousness during my time in the coma, much less the hyper-vivid and completely coherent odyssey I underwent.

It took me months to come to terms with what happened to me. Not just the medical impossibility that I had been conscious during my coma, but—more importantly—the things that happened during that time. Toward the beginning of my adventure, I was in a place of clouds. Big, puffy, pink-white ones that showed up sharply against the deep blue-black sky.

 

 

Reliving History: The search for the meaning of the afterlife is as old as humanity itself. Over the years Newsweek has run numerous covers about religion, God, and that search. As Dr. Alexander says, it’s unlikely we’ll know the answer in our lifetimes, but that doesn’t mean we won’t keep asking.

Higher than the clouds—immeasurably higher—flocks of transparent, shimmering beings arced across the sky, leaving long, streamerlike lines behind them.

Birds? Angels? These words registered later, when I was writing down my recollections. But neither of these words do justice to the beings themselves, which were quite simply different from anything I have known on this planet. They were more advanced. Higher forms.

A sound, huge and booming like a glorious chant, came down from above, and I wondered if the winged beings were producing it. Again, thinking about it later, it occurred to me that the joy of these creatures, as they soared along, was such that they had to make this noise—that if the joy didn’t come out of them this way then they would simply not otherwise be able to contain it. The sound was palpable and almost material, like a rain that you can feel on your skin but doesn’t get you wet.

Seeing and hearing were not separate in this place where I now was. I could hear the visual beauty of the silvery bodies of those scintillating beings above, and I could see the surging, joyful perfection of what they sang. It seemed that you could not look at or listen to anything in this world without becoming a part of it—without joining with it in some mysterious way. Again, from my present perspective, I would suggest that you couldn’t look at anything in that world at all, for the word “at” itself implies a separation that did not exist there. Everything was distinct, yet everything was also a part of everything else, like the rich and intermingled designs on a Persian carpet ... or a butterfly’s wing.

It gets stranger still. For most of my journey, someone else was with me. A woman. She was young, and I remember what she looked like in complete detail. She had high cheekbones and deep-blue eyes. Golden brown tresses framed her lovely face. When first I saw her, we were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, which after a moment I recognized as the wing of a butterfly. In fact, millions of butterflies were all around us—vast fluttering waves of them, dipping down into the woods and coming back up around us again. It was a river of life and color, moving through the air. The woman’s outfit was simple, like a peasant’s, but its colors—powder blue, indigo, and pastel orange-peach—had the same overwhelming, super-vivid aliveness that everything else had. She looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for five seconds, would make your whole life up to that point worth living, no matter what had happened in it so far. It was not a romantic look. It was not a look of friendship. It was a look that was somehow beyond all these, beyond all the different compartments of love we have down here on earth. It was something higher, holding all those other kinds of love within itself while at the same time being much bigger than all of them.

Without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial.

The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this:

“You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.”

“You have nothing to fear.”

“There is nothing you can do wrong.”

The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. It was like being handed the rules to a game I’d been playing all my life without ever fully understanding it.

“We will show you many things here,” the woman said, again, without actually using these words but by driving their conceptual essence directly into me. “But eventually, you will go back.”

To this, I had only one question.

Back where?

 

 

 

The universe as I experienced it in my coma is ... the same one that both Einstein and Jesus were speaking of in their (very) different ways. Ed Morris / Getty Images

A warm wind blew through, like the kind that spring up on the most perfect summer days, tossing the leaves of the trees and flowing past like heavenly water. A divine breeze. It changed everything, shifting the world around me into an even higher octave, a higher vibration.

Although I still had little language function, at least as we think of it on earth, I began wordlessly putting questions to this wind, and to the divine being that I sensed at work behind or within it.

Where is this place?

Who am I?

Why am I here?

Each time I silently put one of these questions out, the answer came instantly in an explosion of light, color, love, and beauty that blew through me like a crashing wave. What was important about these blasts was that they didn’t simply silence my questions by overwhelming them. They answered them, but in a way that bypassed language. Thoughts entered me directly. But it wasn’t thought like we experience on earth. It wasn’t vague, immaterial, or abstract. These thoughts were solid and immediate—hotter than fire and wetter than water—and as I received them I was able to instantly and effortlessly understand concepts that would have taken me years to fully grasp in my earthly life.

I continued moving forward and found myself entering an immense void, completely dark, infinite in size, yet also infinitely comforting. Pitch-black as it was, it was also brimming over with light: a light that seemed to come from a brilliant orb that I now sensed near me. The orb was a kind of “interpreter” between me and this vast presence surrounding me. It was as if I were being born into a larger world, and the universe itself was like a giant cosmic womb, and the orb (which I sensed was somehow connected with, or even identical to, the woman on the butterfly wing) was guiding me through it.

Later, when I was back, I found a quotation by the 17th-century Christian poet Henry Vaughan that came close to describing this magical place, this vast, inky-black core that was the home of the Divine itself.

“There is, some say, in God a deep but dazzling darkness ...”

That was it exactly: an inky darkness that was also full to brimming with light.

I know full well how extraordinary, how frankly unbelievable, all this sounds. Had someone—even a doctor—told me a story like this in the old days, I would have been quite certain that they were under the spell of some delusion. But what happened to me was, far from being delusional, as real or more real than any event in my life. That includes my wedding day and the birth of my two sons.

What happened to me demands explanation.

Modern physics tells us that the universe is a unity—that it is undivided. Though we seem to live in a world of separation and difference, physics tells us that beneath the surface, every object and event in the universe is completely woven up with every other object and event. There is no true separation.

Before my experience these ideas were abstractions. Today they are realities. Not only is the universe defined by unity, it is also—I now know—defined by love. The universe as I experienced it in my coma is—I have come to see with both shock and joy—the same one that both Einstein and Jesus were speaking of in their (very) different ways.

I’ve spent decades as a neurosurgeon at some of the most prestigious medical institutions in our country. I know that many of my peers hold—as I myself did—to the theory that the brain, and in particular the cortex, generates consciousness and that we live in a universe devoid of any kind of emotion, much less the unconditional love that I now know God and the universe have toward us. But that belief, that theory, now lies broken at our feet. What happened to me destroyed it, and I intend to spend the rest of my life investigating the true nature of consciousness and making the fact that we are more, much more, than our physical brains as clear as I can, both to my fellow scientists and to people at large.

I don’t expect this to be an easy task, for the reasons I described above. When the castle of an old scientific theory begins to show fault lines, no one wants to pay attention at first. The old castle simply took too much work to build in the first place, and if it falls, an entirely new one will have to be constructed in its place.

I learned this firsthand after I was well enough to get back out into the world and talk to others—people, that is, other than my long-suffering wife, Holley, and our two sons—about what had happened to me. The looks of polite disbelief, especially among my medical friends, soon made me realize what a task I would have getting people to understand the enormity of what I had seen and experienced that week while my brain was down.

One of the few places I didn’t have trouble getting my story across was a place I’d seen fairly little of before my experience: church. The first time I entered a church after my coma, I saw everything with fresh eyes. The colors of the stained-glass windows recalled the luminous beauty of the landscapes I’d seen in the world above. The deep bass notes of the organ reminded me of how thoughts and emotions in that world are like waves that move through you. And, most important, a painting of Jesus breaking bread with his disciples evoked the message that lay at the very heart of my journey: that we are loved and accepted unconditionally by a God even more grand and unfathomably glorious than the one I’d learned of as a child in Sunday school.

Today many believe that the living spiritual truths of religion have lost their power, and that science, not faith, is the road to truth. Before my experience I strongly suspected that this was the case myself.

But I now understand that such a view is far too simple. The plain fact is that the materialist picture of the body and brain as the producers, rather than the vehicles, of human consciousness is doomed. In its place a new view of mind and body will emerge, and in fact is emerging already. This view is scientific and spiritual in equal measure and will value what the greatest scientists of history themselves always valued above all: truth.

Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander, M.D. To be published by Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Copyright (c) 2012 by Eben Alexander III, M.D.

This new picture of reality will take a long time to put together. It won’t be finished in my time, or even, I suspect, my sons’ either. In fact, reality is too vast, too complex, and too irreducibly mysterious for a full picture of it ever to be absolutely complete. But in essence, it will show the universe as evolving, multi-dimensional, and known down to its every last atom by a God who cares for us even more deeply and fiercely than any parent ever loved their child.

I’m still a doctor, and still a man of science every bit as much as I was before I had my experience. But on a deep level I’m very different from the person I was before, because I’ve caught a glimpse of this emerging picture of reality. And you can believe me when I tell you that it will be worth every bit of the work it will take us, and those who come after us, to get it right.

 

 

 

http://www.newsweek.com/proof-heaven-doctors-experience-afterlife-65327

Anita Moorjani - Dying To Be Me

Anita Moorjani

Anita was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and doctors told her family she was just hours away from death. It was at this point that she “crossed over” and then returned again into this world with a clearer understanding of her life and purpose on earth. This understanding subsequently led to a total recovery of her health.

Anita was born in Singapore of Indian parents, moved to Hong Kong at the age of two, and has lived in Hong Kong most of her life. Because of her background and British education, she is multilingual and, from the age of two, grew up speaking English, Cantonese and two Indian dialects simultaneously, and later learned French at school.

She had been working in the corporate field for many years before being diagnosed with cancer in April of 2002. Her fascinating and moving near-death experience in early 2006 has tremendously changed her perspective on life. Her work is now ingrained with the depths and insights she gained while in the other realm. She works on the premise that our inner world (consciousness) is our primary reality, and if our internal state is healthy and strong, then our external world will align itself and fall into place as a result.

She is the embodiment of the truth that we all have the inner power and wisdom to overcome even life’s most adverse situations, as she is the living proof of this possibility.

 

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Guardian Angel Revealed

Guardian Angel Revealed

I happened upon your site and enjoyed it so much that I had to add my own guardian angel experience.

When I was 14, (I'm 40 years old now), I lay in bed waiting for my mother to come say goodnight and tuck me in as she usually did every night. Now, just to provide you with some background, I usually enjoyed making my mom angry by telling her that neither God nor Jesus existed. I would demand proof, and this would enrage her further still.

As kids, my mother would force us (my brother and me), to go to church every Sunday. The only good thing about church for us was the chance that we got to visit the comic book store across the street when service was over. I was always skeptical, did not like church, and thought it was all bull, all of it made up by guys who had nothing better to do than to sit in a circle and make up stupid stories.

I kept on saying "prove it." On this particular night, the lights were out in my room and I waited patiently for my mom to come upstairs. I had my own room in the attic. She finally walked in. Or so I thought.

I had extremely bad eyesight growing up and had always worn thick glasses. Without them, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face in the daytime, let alone at night. I was lying on my back, and my "mom" walked up to my bed on the right. As I switched positions onto my left side (which means she was now behind me), sheer terror coursed through me because I realized the person who was standing behind me at this point was not my mom. My mom didn't have a glowing, white cloak in her wardrobe.

It was then that I started shaking, became freaking cold, and started sweating profusely. I repeated to myself over and over in my head, Turn around! There's someone behind you and it's not your mom! Turn around! And the odd thing about this was that as I was turning around when I first saw her, I saw her face clearly in the dark, even with my bad vision. She was young and beautiful, with a hood over her head.

I'm not sure how long it took me to finally get the courage to turn around, but when I finally did, there was nobody there. I ran out of that room so fast and down the stairs to my mom and dad's bedroom yelling, "There's someone in my room!" My parents told me it was just a dream that I had.

I told them what had happened, and my mom believed me because she said that she always prayed for angels to watch over us. Well, someone was listening to her apparently! I didn't sleep in my room that Friday night even though I knew that the "being" never meant to cause me any harm.

Somehow, I knew she was there to look over me. The next day, pulling in a deep breath of courage into my lungs, I went in there by myself, closed the door, and said, "Look, I know you're here; don't ever do that again because you scared the you-know-what out of me!"

That was the first thing I ever said to my angel. Since then, we've been through a lot together. I receive messages from her fairly regularly because I'm open to them. I'm married now, and every time something happens, or a message is sent that cannot be chalked up to just coincidence, I tell my wife and she just nods and smiles because she knows that these things can't just be coincidence, since she's had paranormal experiences herself.

I can't begin to tell you how many times my angel has been there for me, and comforted me in hard times. And I can't begin to thank her enough, though I always try to.

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