AngelicView:I ran across this amazing NDE today in a public Facebook Group, and got permission from the experiencer to share here. The message that this woman has… and what she learned during her NDE is one that could be very inspirational to every one of us living this life here on Earth.
Below her NDE account I will post questions from the group and her answers to those questions, as I feel that that information is just as important to hear and understand as the experience itself. I may come back tomorrow or the next day and edit this post if more questions are posed and answered.
Thank you, Amphianda, for sharing your story and for allowing me to share it here, as well.
AngelicView: Bentinho Massaro was true to his word when he told us that he was going to make Trinfinity Academy, the course set for Enlightenment and Empowerment which was developed by Bentinho and his wonderful team, FREE for all. (Yes, this used to be a paid member only course.)
Apparently, they will be revamping the website to make a new design that will reflect this change. But the Academy can now be accessed for free. So there is no need to create an account or sign in. Just start clicking and go!
AngelicView: This is a video of NDE’r Jeff Olsen speaking at Findhorn’s 2015 “We Do Not Die” Conference. I turned it on last night – late – and stayed glued to it until the end. I ended up closing up my computer at almost 5am last night – I just couldn’t go to bed without hearing what happened next.
AngelicView: We can’t see wind, but we know it’s there because of the leaf which tosses to and fro, and bumbles across the yard. We can’t see our Spirit Guides, either (or at least most of us can’t), but there are ways in which we can tell that they are there – if we’re paying attention.
Death was near, my body shutting down. I lay limp in my bed at home, barely aware of my wife, Kerry, and my mother at my side. All I felt was sadness. And regret. What a waste. I was an alcoholic, too often an embarrassment to Kerry and our two sons, Jared and Jake. I didn’t want my kids to see me like this.
Too late, that summer of ’92, I’d tried to get sober — cold turkey, here in my bed. But my liver and kidneys couldn’t take the sudden withdrawal. I could barely breathe, my lungs filling with fluid. A friend took me to the emergency room, where they gave me a blood transfusion, but the doctor’s face was grim.
“We need to put you on dialysis,” the doctor said. “That will give you time to say good-bye to your family.” I’d come home a day ago. I was still alive. Barely.
Forty-one years. What had I accomplished? I was proud of the boys. Jared was 12 and Jake was 10, my helpers on our family tree farm. I’d tried to encourage them, told them to never give up on their dreams. But Kerry was really the one who’d seen to their upbringing.
The farm, 150 acres in northern Michigan, was my other passion. We grew shade trees: maples, locusts, birch. Did my life even matter?
AngelicView: If you’re not familiar with Anita Moorjani’s book, “Dying to be Me”, you can read the bulk of her story here on AngelicView. Here is a brief run-down of what happened:
In February of 2006, Anita Moorjani was on her deathbed. Having suffered from cancer for several years, she was in a coma with malignant tumours throughout her body. Doctors told her husband and mother that she had only hours to live. After 30 hours of coma, Anita emerged from an out-of-body experience in which she felt she had experienced the afterlife and gained a new understanding of what it means to be human. Medical records show that Anita was miraculously found cancer free within three weeks of this experience.
AV: I just wanted to share some life-changing quotes with you that I found on GoodReads.
Here we are – the last weekend in May – and it’s the weekend that the Carnival comes to my town.
When I was young, it was the most looked-forward-to weekend of my life! I marched in the parade, I ran the town (free) with my friends. I rode all the rides. I ate that yummy carnival food. I stayed out late. I flirted and I smooched. I had the time of my life!
Now, it’s the most painful weekend besides Christmas. Hear me out here – because I just know there’s a big lesson to be learned here.