have had a hard time trying to describe this experience to anyone. Even
the words themselves are hard to find. I have been living a very selfish
life for many years. I have felt like the worst sinner in existence. I
have feared death now for many years. I have hated life, especially mine.
I have treated my family horribly. My wife was a very loving, happy person
who always smiled. Somehow in my misery I managed to erode her happiness
down to a level lower than mine. Then she just stopped smiling.
I feel this all started
a few years earlier when my grandfather killed himself in front
of my grandmother. I had been really close to him, and his suicide
affected my feelings and then my behavior. I started having dreams
of him where he always has a bandage on his head where he shot
himself. Then he keeps trying to kill himself over and over again
but never succeeds. My religious upbringing taught me that my
grandfather was in hell for what he did. So I turned away from
religion and from God. I became an atheist.
joined the Army, and then we found out that my wife was pregnant. I saw
the pregnancy as an unwanted burden, and I constantly blamed her for not
using birth control. I started running my household like I was the man
of the house and felt that my wife should bow down to my every need. I
wanted to treat people badly because that is how I felt.
Things got worse.
My wife and I both started doing drugs. Hard drugs. It wasnít difficult to get them
since my brother was a drug dealer. When the baby would cry or get on
my nerves I just took more. Soon my wife and I both got addicted.
I canít begin to go into detail
about this period of my life. I started wanting to kill myself. I felt
so empty and so alone. I could be in a room full of people and feel like
I was the only one there. I had tried to read the Bible, but it was like
reading something in a different language. So I just took more drugs.
One night when everyone
was sleeping, and I was withdrawing emotionally from life, with
no money, no job and an eviction notice on the table, I figured
I would just end it. I went out on the balcony and stared at
the stars. I was so self absorbed I couldnít even cry. I was really going to do it that night, except there
was on thing stopping me: the fear of going to hell.
And I realized, suddenly,
that I wasnít an atheist after all. Somewhere deep down I knew God was real.
So I talked to him. I told him I was messed up and that my wife and child
deserved better. I said we were getting evicted the next day and that
I had no money to stop it. Then I felt a calm.
next day in the mail box was a severance check from the Army. I had been
out for a year and wasnít expecting this. It was enough money to pay exactly
the rent and to get the food and diapers we needed. The
next week I got a good paying job. But the feeling of calm began to wear
off, and I dismissed the authenticity of these miracles. I continued to
be the demon that I set out to be.
Then I started reading
articles about near death experiences and began to notice a real
change in myself. One night I came home after the midnight shift
at work. Everyone was sleeping. As usual, I lay down on the couch
where I had been sleeping alone for years. Then I started thinking
how much I had become a stranger to my wife. I felt to go upstairs
and lie next to her, which I did.
Then something remarkable
happened! It's what I have a hard time describing to people so
that they understand.
sat softly on my wife's bed, and as I looked at her in that moment and
felt the beauty of unconditional love, memories starting flooding into
my head. I suddenly remembered that I am an eternal being having a human
experience. I remembered that we all are sent here to remember what unconditional
love is and to learn to use it. I remembered being with my wife before
coming to earth and making an agreement with her about our lives here.
She agreed to come because she knew I would forget what love was and would
also forget for a time what my mission here was to be. I remembered being
afraid to come, but still I wanted it. I remembered that she held my hand
as we made the decent to earth. She told me that we would go through this
life together and help each other succeed.
These memories freaked
me out. I got up and ran out of the room. I found myself sick
in the bathroom. My whole being was vibrating at an intensely
high level as though every atom of my body was going to shatter
with pure love. I have never felt anything like this. It was
awesome. But I also felt that I would die if it didn't stop.
The feelings were familiar yet at the same time strange because
my body was not used to them. My mind was still open, and I knew
answers to everything. But I begged God to make it stop.
I wanted so much more, but fear and my attachment to this life crept in.
I didn't want to be taken.
Then I fell to my
knees and just bowed before God. I thanked him and truly got
a sense of what it means to fear him. It isnít like earthly fear but more like a total respect
for all his power and for his boundless unconditional love. Then he took
it all away. He knew it was all I could handle that night.
Now so much has changed
inside me, but I want to change more. I have had bouts with depression
since this happened. I feel regret for telling God to make it
stop, and I wish I could remember more about the Other Side.
That is why I am going to read Embraced By The Light and
give copies to my dear friends. My wife and I are making amends.
I'm trying to be better and feel grateful she is here with me.
We will get through this life together and return to where we
came from to know always that power of unconditional love.
She is starting to
God bless all of you to remember what Love is.