I put my story about my Near Death Experience (NDE)
in the very back of my book Live Intuitively: Journal the Wisdom of your Soul
and want to share it with you here.
THIS IS THE beginning of it all and so I am a little surprised I would list this at the end, but I think that telling this story is important.
When I was 14 years old I was what was referred to back then as a “Jesus Freak.” If you research the movement you will get a lot of different views, but for me it was amazing. There was a coffee house in downtown Spokane called the “I AM Coffeehouse.” I hitchhiked downtown from the north side of Spokane to hang out and pass out the newspapers called “The Truth.” We shared the message, which was called Witnessing. Today if someone did this, it would annoy me, but this was the late 1960s and early 1970s and a totally different time.
On January 1, 1971 my family was visiting my aunt, uncle, and cousins who lived near Shadle Park. From their house I decided to take the bus downtown to “witness.” I walked to the bus stop at Alberta and Rowan and waited. A man pulled up in a baby blue pickup truck and asked me if I wanted a ride. I thought to myself, “Jesus will protect me,” so I got in.
I noticed he was taking me somewhere other than downtown. I began to panic and I could hardly breathe. I put my hand on the door handle, contemplating my next move. The truck turned left and I quickly opened the door and either jumped or flew out – or both.
The next thing I remember was awakening to bright lights overhead. My eyes focused and I saw my dad and my mom looking over me, their faces gray and drained. Later I realized I was at Holy Family Hospital. Apparently, I had been in a coma for two weeks.
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I was told I had a contusion and a Catholic priest (my dad’s faith) had been called and he administered last rights. What happened for me, though, was that I experienced floating upwards and going towards a light. There was a Being near the light (who now I know to be Saint Germaine) who said to me, “You are not done yet, you have to go back.”
Years later, with the help of my dear friend, the late Dr. Gilbert Milner, I was able to piece together the memories and sensations of this experience. Gil was a psychiatrist, shaman, and hypnotherapist and – through hypnotherapy – he guided me to relive the experience of the accident.
This trauma resulted in brain damage (my term) and I had to relearn to coordinate my body. During the time that my brain was healing, I could not think well and therefore accessed the intuitive part of me in order to survive. This experience catapulted my psychic abilities and somehow left an opening for me to access the world beyond the physical.
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Since I was a little girl I often reached out for the Spirit world as a safe haven. Although I adored my dad, he was alcoholic and when he was drinking I didn’t feel safe. I began to “connect upward” rather than to trust those in physical bodies. I enjoyed a sense of belonging with God and the Angels and today I work closely with and am guided by a group of Ascended Masters called the Lords of Karma.
This is a lot of self-disclosure. Please share how you can relate.
Goodness me, you’ve certainly been through it.
Glad you got through it all ok.
Very interesting story. I’m sorry you had to experience that trauma! Interesting how just like when one of our physical senses is damaged, the others become stronger, so if our mental capacity is damaged, other psychic functions can grow.
That is so true Kayla. In the process I also lost my sense of smell but my other senses are much more pronounced.
That much have been so frightening to experience. I’m so glad to hear that it all turned out well in the end and that you were able to piece together much of your memories. Even if they are hurtful, they can guide you to understanding, which you’ve done. Well done.
Actually, having gone onto the other side was heaven (pun intended) and it really gave me hope.
So glad to hear that God saved your life. I, too, was a “Jesus freak” as a teen. What I’ve learned over the years is that we have to listen to His still, small voice within. He always guides us, we don’t always listen. But He’s still there, waiting for us.
Wow. You are awesome. I was there.
Thanks Celea. It’s amazing isn’t it. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for sharing your story! It shows that wasn’t your time to go, and you still had things to accomplish here on Earth!
Thanks for sharing such a personal and moving experience. It feels to me like this near tragedy propelled you into the person you are today.
Yes Alene – it really did. After I recovered at first I was angry at God and then most of my life became about working hard for God to be good enough to go back home. Of course I didn’t figure that out for many years, but I am grateful my lifetime work has been in service to what I perceive to be the Universal Good/God/Spirit/Creator!
I remember the Jesus Freak days – quite a time in our country. It seems God was with you in the truck that day, and He was not done with you. Thanks for sharing, and I hope your story touches many.
A very interesting story. I am sorry to hear that you went through all this but glad to know that it led to the rebirth of your psychic abilities. I usually feel close to God when I am in bed and thinking. Thanks for sharing your experience with us.
It is interesting to hear your story. One time while in a convention, I came across a person who has a similar story. It seems like that is the natural process, to become spiritual once you are sent back to fulfill your purpose.