“I Stood in Front of Yeshua, I Know What Ultimate Love for Someone Is”

AngelicView: This is a wonderful NDE that happened when he was 10 years old. He was able to meet Jesus (Yeshua) inside what he thinks was a Library. Often, the place where the Akashic Records are kept is described as a great library.

I believe he was using a speech-to-text device to input his information, and so I think that’s why some of the words didn’t look like they belonged. The way I can tell this is that punctuation and grammar is usually incorrect and also different words are used that sound just like the word you are trying to say. For this reason, I have gone through and corrected some of it to make for much easier reading – even going so far as changing some of the words he used, which I don’t normally do. If you want to see his actual statement, you can find it here.

Thanks so much to Donald for sharing your story 🙂

In the summer prior to entering in the 5th grade I fell from our back yard tree. It had been infected with the spruce budworm disease and the limb that I was swinging from let go and I fell approximately 15 feet. I broke both arms – and my left arm severely. I also impacted mud into my Trees1nose and throat. The lawn and bare ground around the tree was wet from rain from the prior night.

Initially as the branch snapped, and I started to fall, I was surprised to be caught mid air by a bright glowing being, which carried me upwards. Upon reaching a glowing bright landscape I was released and I became quite euphoric and joyous.

I immediately recalled jewels floating everywhere and as I moved my hand around them I came to the awareness that I was flying/floating above our house. I had a wide angle view and began looking at the lighthouse from the rooftop and remember laughing at what my mom would say if she saw me on the top of our three story home. I remember looking into the second story window of my parents bedroom, and at this point started to hear someone calling my name. But this voice was saying Donald, not Donnie, which every one used including my parents. I ignored the voice until a very stern woman voice said it again.

At this point I turned and saw a tall square jawed heavy slightly overweight woman in a yellow flower pattern sun dress. I asked her who she was and she said “I’m your grandmother.” None of this was spoken in human language because I never saw her lips move. And when I said “No you’re not! I know what my Gram looks like and its not you!”

At this point I had only my paternal grandmother living and that was the grandmother I was talking about. She then said “All mothers have a mother and that mother has a mother, and I am one of those.” As she said this in my mind I saw little pictures going back each generation and a noticed her image there two or three generations back. I reached out and took her hand and she smiled. As we walked I asked her where we were and was somewhat surprised with her reply of “heaven”. In a peculiar way I seemed to doubt her and I said “If I’m in Heaven, then I want to see Jesus.” I was even more surprised when she said, OK.

As we moved on I realized the area around us had changed and I was aware of a glowing building, for lack of better words, and as we moved I was aware that I thought it must be a library because people were reading and learning. In one room I was surprised to see an Indian, and as I thought that, a very annoyed reply came from the elaborately painted and feathered individual. “I am not an Indian I am a…..!” I have often thought of what he must of said and remember how he was dressed and [now I] think he was one of the South American Native tribes on the line of the Mayans, but remember only being bewildered and replying. “Look like an Indian to me?”

 A little ways later after seeing other beings reading and learning my gram stopped and said, “wait here”. She would let Jesus know I was here. I remember that I thought I was outside the schools principal office and oddly I seemed to slightly hear the conversation in this “office” as him on the telephone. After the short wait I seemed to hear the phone receiver set down, just prior to him saying “Yes, Ok, right. Good bye.” Then I got very nervous as I saw movement, a bright glow moving to the opening.

I would have to say that at this point that I was awestruck! At this point the Light was too much and I humbly lowered my head. I never got a clear view of this being my mom had talked so much about. This would be the part that bothered me the most when I started to relive it later on.

My gram at this moment said what I thought was “Yes you are a man (AV: Which was probably “Yeshua”), this is Donald.” I was confused as to why she didn’t just say “Jesus, this is Donald.”, but was too busy trying to understand why he was so bright. I even tried to took through my slightly opened fingers to get a glimpse.

While I struggled to see, I remember him saying very little to my gram but all of a sudden I was aware he was searching or maybe viewing my childhood up till that point and remember him stopping at a memory of mine that I was ashamed of. I saw the event, the theft of a toy rubber knife from a Main Street department store, from a different angle. I saw me from a distance, running out the loading dock door and home. All from a distance and detached. He paused slightly to see my reaction, and with no judgment whizzed through the rest.

After this my gram and him talked and she turned to me and said, “You have to go back.” I think I even surprised myself when I said no, I wanted to stay here. [It was] At this point that gram said that would make my family very sad because they love me very much. I said no they don’t and was told to look, and as I looked down through what I thought was a television I could see my sister and my brothers trying to revive me. My older sister was digging the mud out of my throat and nose. And I was surprised. I could hear her saying “Donnie breath, Donnie breath, please, as she slapped my face.

Then my gram bent down and while on one knee turned me around and looked me strait in the face. With her hands on my shoulders she said the words that would haunt me…”Donald you’ve got to go back, but remember…remember You Are Part of Something Very Important!” And as I turned to look again at what was happening with my body, and confused as to what my gram meant and before I could inquire I felt a huge push from behind and fell headlong into the limp body and started gasping and gulping air. The pain was awful.

I started to relate what had happened but no one believed a word. Over time even I forgot. Sounds impossible, but when all your family tells you you’re mistaken, even you start to believe it. So back into the back of my mind it went.

I was married for 8 years and having the last of our four children born, when this all started coming back to me. In dreams, hearing certain things, and then my brother tells me the Hebrew name for Jesus was Yeshua, Boom! What a lot of memories then!

I didn’t get to tell my mother the whole story until she was in the hospital and had only two weeks to live. She made me promise to tell my siblings – all 7 of them. When I finally told my wife she said “Honey, I can see why you never told anyone, you we’re afraid no one would believe you.” I laughed out loud, and was surprised to hear myself say ” No Dear, I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t believe it!” Because after years of being an atheist it didn’t have a place.

I like to end by saying that I’ve tried over the last 5 years to tell people this event and even now when I get to the point where Yeshua comes out to greet me I get that same Rush of emotions. And it gets me crying and embarrassed. I think that why when they asked me if I knew my mother and family loved me I said no, not like this! It seems that love in the physical is nothing compared to real love. 

So much of the communication and interaction was emotion based. To tell someone, “Then Yeshua, in extreme brilliance, entered and stood in front of me.”, pales in content to the magnitude of feeling that came with that light. Light that lives and moves, that senses and expresses.  Most times at the start of sharing that moment I would seize up and stop and end right there. And I still have trouble with that moment. The Bible called him the light of the world, and that is a gross understatement.

∞ While in the presence of Yeshua…..At one point I knew that even the walls loved me. That the plants the ground and “air” was there for me. I remember flying and realizing how easy and effortless it was. All I needed to do was put my attention to a spot and glide. My motherJesus4 nailed my window shut because on more than one occasion I was going to show her how easy it is. Communication seemed effortless almost telepathic in many ways. Richer.

∞ Vision seemed to be like through a wide angle lens. At one point while watching everyone rushing to my aid, I was also aware of a gentleman looking into the engine of a car across the lawn next door, whom also ran over to me. A good 100 yards away.

∞ I was instructed to view my siblings around my body as evidence the they did love me or they would not be trying to remove material from my airways.

∞ [Light] Seemed to permeate the walls and then Yeshua, as mentioned above, was the epitome of unearthly light.

∞ I recently was given photographs after my mother died in 2009 and in the group was a photo of my maternal grandfather’s maternal grandmother she died in about 1913. This looks like the grandmother that took care of me during my out of body NDE.

∞ At times I viewed my siblings frozen in place, other times it was as if they were moving slow, other times I seemed to not have any reference.

Later on after this event [things] started returning to my memory – additional information not initially available to me started coming, which included floods that have occurred and the death of a neighbor’s father.

∞ Was confused when told I was part of something very important but what exactly was not told to me.

∞ Most of my adult life I lived as an atheist and loved to dig at the Bible and quote the less than uplifting passages, and Jesus was my favorite punching bag. Even when memories of the NDE started coming back I would push it away ignore it. It wasn’t real. Couldn’t be. But over and over that immense Love kept showing itself. Shook me up. With that I found out I was just wrong about my view of life after death and I needed to admit it…..

∞ My wife says she has been married to two different men – both the same guy. She married a militant atheist and now is married to someone who quotes Jesus with much fondness.

It’s the immense feelings that drove the experience home, if you will. Without those feelings there would be very little and to say I stood in front of Yeshua and we viewed my life up to that point says very little, because so much was conveyed without conversation. I’m fortunate in that I know what ultimate Love for someone is. I felt it, I experienced It! I know what it is. And he and I shared it. And for that I’m thankful.


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