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Howard Storm's Near-Death
Experience
 Before
his near-death experience, Howard Storm at
www.howardstorm.com was a Professor of Art at
Northern Kentucky University, was not a very pleasant
man by his own admission. He was an avowed atheist
and was hostile to every form of religion and those
who practiced it. He often would use rage to control
everyone around him and he didn’t find joy in anything.
Anything that wasn’t seen, touched or felt, he had
no faith in. He knew with certainty that the material
world was the full extent of everything that was.
He considered all belief systems associated with
religion to be fantasies for people to deceive themselves
with. Beyond what science said, there was nothing
else. But then on
June 1, 1985, at the age of 38, Howard Storm’s had
a near-death experience due to a perforation of
the stomach and his life was since forever changed.
His near-death experience is one of the most profound,
if not the most profound, afterlife experience I
have ever documented. His life was so immensely
changed after his near-death experience, he resigned
as a professor and devoted his time attending the
United Theological Seminary to become a United Church
of Christ minister.
Today, Howard
Storm is presently happily married to his wife Marcia
and is Pastor of the
Covington United Church of Christ in Covington,
Ohio. During his past time he has maintained his
passion for painting but now, unlike in his past,
he paints with a God state of mind which raises
his paintings to a whole other level. On this website
Pastor Storm shares a unique look at his paintings
and the effect Jesus Christ has on his daily life
and on his paintings.
The following is the
account of Pastor Howard Storm's near-death experience
reprinted by permission.
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1. An Invitation to Hell
from Strange Beings |
[Howard
Storm was in intense agony and dying.]
Struggling to say
goodbye to my wife, I wrestled with my emotions. Telling
her that I loved her very much was as much of a goodbye
as I could utter because of my emotional distress. Sort of relaxing
and closing my eyes, I waited for the end. This was it,
I felt. This was the big nothing, the big blackout, the
one you never wake up from, the end of existence. I had
absolute certainty that there was nothing beyond this life
because that was how really smart people understood it.
While I was undergoing
this stress, prayer or anything like that never occurred
to me. I never once thought about it. If I mentioned God's
name at all it was only as a profanity. For a time there
was a sense of being unconscious or asleep. I'm not sure
how long it lasted, but I felt really strange, and I opened
my eyes. To my surprise I was standing up next to the bed,
and I was looking at my body laying in the bed. My first reaction
was, "This is crazy! I can't be standing here looking
down at myself. That's not possible."
This wasn't what
I expected, this wasn't right. Why was I still alive? I
wanted oblivion. Yet I was looking at a thing that was my
body, and it just didn't have that much meaning to me. Now knowing what
was happening, I became upset. I started yelling and screaming
at my wife, and she just sat there like a stone. She didn't
look at me, she didn't move and I kept screaming
profanities to get her to pay attention. Being confused,
upset, and angry, I tried to get the attention of my room-mate,
with the same result. He didn't react. I wanted this to
be a dream, and I kept saying to myself, "This has got to
be a dream."
But I knew that it
wasn't a dream. I became aware that strangely I felt more
alert, more aware, more alive than I had ever felt in my
entire life. All my senses were extremely acute. Everything
felt tingly and alive. The floor was cool and my bare feet
felt moist and clammy. This had to be real. I squeezed my
fists and was amazed at how much I was feeling in my hands
just by making a fist. Then I heard my name.
I heard, "Howard, Howard - come here."
Wondering, at first,
where it was coming from, I discovered that it was originating
in the doorway. There were different voices calling me. I asked who they
were, and they said, "We are here to take care of you.
We will fix you up. Come with us."
Asking, again, who
they were, I asked them if they were doctors and nurses. They responded, "Quick,
come see. You'll find out."
As I asked them questions
they gave evasive answers. They kept giving me a sense of
urgency, insisting that I should step through the doorway. With some reluctance
I stepped into the hallway, and in the hallway I was in
a fog, or a haze. It was a light-colored haze. It wasn't
a heavy haze. I could see my hand, for example, but the
people who were calling me were 15 or 20 feet ahead, and
I couldn't see them clearly. They were more like silhouettes,
or shapes, and as I moved toward them they backed off into
the haze. As I tried to get close to them to identify them,
they quickly withdrew deeper into the fog. So I had
to follow into the fog deeper and deeper. These strange beings
kept urging me to come with them.
I repeatedly asked
them where we were going, and they responded, "Hurry up,
you'll find out."
They wouldn't answer
anything. The only response was insisting that I hurry up
and follow them. They told me repeatedly
that my pain was meaningless and unnecessary. "Pain is bullshit,"
they said.
I knew that we had
been traveling for miles, but I occasionally had the strange
ability to look back and see the hospital room. My body
was still there lying motionless on the bed. My perspective
at these times was as if I were floating above the room
looking down. It seemed millions and millions of miles away.
Looking back into the room, I saw my wife and my room-mate,
and I decided they had not been able to help me so I would
go with these people. Walking for what
seemed to be a considerable distance, these beings were
all around me. They were leading me through the haze. I
don't know how long. There was a real sense of timelessness
about the experience. In a real sense I am unaware of how
long it was, but it felt like a long time - maybe even
days or weeks. As we traveled, the
fog got thicker and darker, and the people began to change.
At first they seemed rather playful and happy, but when
we had covered some distance, a few of them began to get
aggressive. The more questioning and suspicious I was, the
more antagonistic and rude and authoritarian they became.
They began to make jokes about my bare rear end which wasn't
covered by my hospital dicky and about how pathetic I was.
I knew they were talking about me, but when I tried to find
out exactly what they were saying they would say, "Shhhhh,
he can hear you, he can hear you."
Then, others would
seem to caution the aggressive ones. It seemed that I could
hear them warn the aggressive ones to be careful or I would
be frightened away. Wondering what was
happening, I continued to ask questions, and they repeatedly
urged me to hurry and to stop asking questions. Feeling
uneasy, especially since they continued to get aggressive,
I considered returning, but I didn't know how to get back.
I was lost. There were no features that I could relate to.
There was just the fog and a wet, clammy ground, and I had
no sense of direction. All my communication
with them took place verbally just as ordinary human communication
occurs. They didn't appear to know what I was thinking,
and I didn't know what they were thinking. What was increasingly
obvious was that they were liars and help was farther away
the more I stayed with them. Hours ago, I had
hoped to die and end the torment of life. Now things were
worse as I was forced by a mob of unfriendly and cruel people
toward some unknown destination in the darkness. They began
shouting and hurling insults at me, demanding that I hurry
along. And they refused to answer any question. Finally, I told them
that I wouldn't go any farther. At that time they changed
completely. They became much more aggressive and insisted
that I was going with them. A number of them began to push
and shove me, and I responded by hitting back at them.
A wild orgy of frenzied
taunting, screaming and hitting ensued. I fought like a
wild man. All the while it was obvious that they were having
great fun. It seemed to be,
almost, a game for them, with me as the center-piece of
their amusement. My pain became their pleasure. They seemed
to want to make me hurt by clawing at me and biting me.
Whenever I would get one off me, there were five more to
replace the one.
By this time it was
almost complete darkness, and I had the sense that instead
of there being twenty or thirty, there were an innumerable
host of them. Each one seemed set on coming in for the sport
they got from hurting me. My attempts to fight back only
provoked greater merriment. They began to physically
humiliate me in the most degrading ways. As I continued
to fight on and on, I was aware that they weren't in any
hurry to win. They were playing with me just as a cat plays
with a mouse. Every new assault brought howls of cacophony.
Then at some point, they began to tear off pieces of my
flesh. To my horror I realized I was being taken apart and
eaten alive, slowly, so that their entertainment would last
as long a possible. At no time did I
ever have any sense that the beings who seduced and attacked
me were anything other than human beings. The best way I
can describe them is to think of the worst imaginable person
stripped of every impulse to do good. Some of them seemed
to be able to tell others what to do, but I had no sense
of any structure or hierarchy in an organizational sense.
They didn't appear to be controlled or directed by anyone.
Basically they were a mob of beings totally driven by unbridled
cruelty and passions.
During our struggle
I noticed that they seemed to feel no pain. Other than that
they appeared to possess no special non-human or super-human
abilities. Although during my
initial experience with them I assumed that they were clothed,
in our intimate physical contact I never felt any clothing
whatsoever.
Fighting well and
hard for a long time, ultimately I was spent. Lying there
exhausted amongst them, they began to calm down since I
was no longer the amusement that I had been. Most of the
beings gave up in disappointment because I was no longer
amusing, but a few still picked and gnawed at me and ridiculed
me for no longer being any fun. By this time I had been
pretty much taken apart. People were still picking at me,
occasionally, and I just lay there all torn up, unable to
resist.
Exactly what happened
was ... and I'm not going to try and explain this. From
inside of me I felt a voice, my voice, say, "Pray to God." My mind responded
to that, "I don't pray. I don't know how to pray." This is a guy lying
on the ground in the darkness surrounded by what appeared
to be dozens if not hundreds and hundreds of vicious creatures
who had just torn him up. The situation seemed utterly hopeless,
and I seemed beyond any possible help whether I believed
in God or not. The voice again told
me to pray to God. It was a dilemma since I didn't know
how. The voice told me a third time to pray to God. I started saying
things like, "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
... God bless America" and anything else that seemed to
have a religious connotation. And these people
went into a frenzy, as if I had thrown boiling oil all over
them. They began yelling and screaming at me, telling me
to quit, that there was no God, and no one could hear me.
While they screamed and yelled obscenities, they also began
backing away from me as if I were poison. As they were retreating,
they became more rabid, cursing and screaming that what
I was saying was worthless and that I was a coward. I screamed back at
them, "Our Father who art in heaven," and similar
ideas. This continued for some time until, suddenly, I was
aware that they had left. It was dark, and I was alone yelling
things that sounded churchy. It was pleasing to me that
these churchy sayings had such an effect on those awful
beings.
Lying there for a
long time, I was in such a state of hopelessness, and blackness,
and despair, that I had no way of measuring how long it
was. I was just lying there in an unknown place all torn
and ripped. And I had no strength; it was all gone. It seemed
as if I were sort of fading out, that any effort on my part
would expend the last energy I had. My conscious sense was
that I was perishing, or just sinking into the darkness.
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2.
A Rescue from Hell by Jesus Christ |
Now
I didn't know if I was even in the world. But I
did know that I was here. I was real, all my
senses worked too painfully well. I didn't know
how I had arrived here. There was no direction
to follow even if I had been physically able to
move. The agony that I had suffered during the
day was nothing compared to what I was feeling
now. I knew then that this was the absolute end
of my existence, and it was more horrible than
anything I could possibly have imagined.
Then a most unusual
thing happened. I heard very clearly, once again
in my own voice, something that I had learned in
nursery Sunday School. It was the little song,
"Jesus loves me, yes I know ..." and it kept
repeating. I don't know why, but all of a sudden
I wanted to believe that. Not having anything
left, I wanted to cling to that thought. And I,
inside, screamed, "Jesus, please save me." That
thought was screamed with every ounce of
strength and feeling left in me. When I did
that, I saw, off in the darkness somewhere, the
tiniest little star. Not knowing what it was, I
presumed it must be a comet or a meteor, because
it was moving rapidly. Then I realized it was
coming toward me. It was getting very bright,
rapidly. When the light came near, its radiance
spilled over me, and I just rose up - not with
my effort - I just lifted up. Then I saw - and I
saw this very plainly - I saw all my wounds, all
my tears, all my brokenness, melt away. And I
became whole in this radiance. What I did was to
cry uncontrollably. I was crying, not out of
sadness, but because I was feeling things that I
had never felt before in my life. Another thing
happened. Suddenly I knew a whole bunch of
things. I knew things ... I knew that this
light, this radiance, knew me. I don't know how
to explain to you that I knew it knew me, I just
did. As a matter of fact, I understood that it
knew me better than my mother or father did. The
luminous entity that embraced me knew me
intimately and began to communicate a tremendous
sense of knowledge. I knew that he knew
everything about me and I was being
unconditionally loved and accepted.
The light conveyed to
me that it loved me in a way that I can't begin
to express. It loved me in a way that I had
never known that love could possibly be. He was
a concentrated field of energy, radiant in
splendor indescribable, except to say goodness
and love. This was more loving than one can
imagine. I knew that this radiant being was
powerful. It was making me feel so good all
over. I could feel its light on me - like very
gentle hands around me. And I could feel it
holding me. But it was loving me with
overwhelming power. After what I had been
through, to be completely known, accepted, and
intensely loved by this Being of Light surpassed
anything I had known or could have imagined. I
began to cry and the tears kept coming and
coming. And we, I and this light, went up and
out of there.
We started going
faster and faster, out of the darkness. Embraced
by the light, feeling wonderful and crying, I
saw off in the distance something that looked
like the picture of a galaxy, except that it was
larger and there were more stars than I had seen
on Earth. There was a great center of
brilliance. In the center there was an
enormously bright concentration. Outside the
center countless millions of spheres of light
were flying about entering and leaving what was
a great being-ness at the center. It was off in
the distance. Then I ... I didn't say it, I
thought it. I said, "Put me back."
What I meant by
telling the light to put me back, was to put me
back into the pit. I was so ashamed of who I
was, and what I had been all of my life, that
all I wanted to do was hide in the darkness. I
didn't want to go toward the light anymore - I
did; yet I didn't. How many times in my life had
I denied and scoffed at the reality before me,
and how many thousands of times had I used it as
a curse. What incredible intellectual arrogance
to use the name as an insult. I was afraid to go
closer. I was also aware that the incredible
intensity of the emanations might disintegrate
what I still experienced as my intact physical
body. The being who was supporting me, my
friend, was aware of my fear and reluctance and
shame. For the first time he spoke to my mind in
a male voice and told me that if I was
uncomfortable we didn't have to go closer. So we
stopped where we were, still countless miles
away from the Great being. For the first time,
my friend, and I will refer to him in that
context hereafter, said to me, "You belong
here." [Webmaster
Note: Howard believes his friend was
Jesus Christ.]
Facing all the
splendor made me acutely aware of my lowly
condition. My response was: "No, you've made a
mistake, put me back." And he said, "We don't
make mistakes. You belong."
Then he called out in
a musical tone to the luminous entities who
surrounded the great center. Several came and
circled around us. During what follows some came
and went but normally there were five or six and
sometimes as many as eight with us. I was still
crying. One of the first things these marvelous
beings did was to ask, all with thought, "Are
you afraid of us?" I told them I wasn't. They
said that they could turn their brilliance down
and appear as people, and I told them to stay as
they were. They were the most beautiful, the
most ...
As an aside, I'm an
artist. There are three primary, three
secondary, and six tertiary colors in the
visible light spectrum. Here, I was seeing a
visible light spectrum with at least 80 new
primary colors. I was also seeing this
brilliance. It's disappointing for me to try and
describe, because I can't - I was seeing colors
that I had never seen before. What these beings
were showing me was their glory. I wasn't really
seeing them. And I was perfectly content. Having
come from a world of shapes and forms, I was
delighted with this new, formless, world. These
beings were giving me what I needed at that
time. To my surprise, and also distress, they
seemed to be capable of knowing everything I was
thinking. I didn't know whether I would be
capable of controlling my thoughts and keeping
anything secret. We began to engage in thought
exchange, conversation that was very natural,
very easy and casual. I heard their voices
clearly and individually. They each had a
distinct personality with a voice, but they
spoke directly to my mind, not my ears. And they
used normal, colloquial English. Everything I
thought, they knew. They all seemed to know and
understand me very well and to be completely
familiar with my thoughts and my past. I didn't
feel any desire to ask for someone I had known
because they all knew me. Nobody could know me
any better. It also didn't occur to me to try to
identify them as uncle or grandfather. It was
like going to a large gathering of relatives at
Christmas and not being quite able to remember
their names or who they are married to or how
they are connected to you. But you do know that
you are with your family. I don't know if they
were related to me or not. It felt like they
were closer to me than anyone I had ever known.
Throughout my
conversation with the luminous beings, which
lasted for what seemed like a very long time, I
was being physically supported by the being in
whom I had been engulfed. We were in a sense
completely stationary yet hanging in space.
Everywhere around us were countless radiant
beings, like stars in the sky, coming and going.
It was like a super magnified view of a galaxy
super packed with stars. And in the giant
radiance of the center they were packed so
densely together that individuals could not be
identified. Their selves were in such harmony
with the Creator that they were really just one.
One of the reasons, I was told, that all the
countless beings had to go back to their source
was to become invigorated with this sense of
harmony and oneness. Being apart for too long a
time diminished them and made them feel
separate. Their greatest pleasure was to go back
to the sources of all life.
Our initial
conversation involved them simply trying to
comfort me. Something that disturbed me was that
I was naked. Somewhere in the darkness I'd lost
my hospital gown. I was a human being. I had a
body. They told me this was okay. They were
quite familiar with my anatomy. Gradually I
relaxed and stopped trying to cover my privates
with my hands.
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3.
The Life Review of Howard Storm |
Next, they wanted to
talk about my life. To my surprise my life
played out before me, maybe six or eight feet in
front of me, from beginning to end.
The life review was
very much in their control, and they showed me
my life, but not from my point of view. I saw me
in my life and this whole thing was a lesson,
even though I didn't know it at the time. They
were trying to teach me something, but I didn't
know it was a teaching experience, because I
didn't know that I would be coming back. We just
watched my life from beginning to the end. Some
things they slowed down on, and zoomed in on and
other things they went right through.
My life was shown in
a way that I had never thought of before. All of
the things that I had worked to achieve, the
recognition that I had worked for, in elementary
school, in high school, in college, and in my
career, they meant nothing in this setting.
I could feel their
feelings of sorrow and suffering, or joy, as my
life's review unfolded. They didn't say that
something was bad or good, but I could feel it.
And I could sense all those things they were
indifferent to. They didn't, for example, look
down on my high school shot-put record. They
just didn't feel anything towards it, nor
towards other things which I had taken so much
pride in.
What they responded
to was how I had interacted with other people.
That was the long and short of it.
Unfortunately, most of my interactions with
other people didn't measure up with how I should
have interacted, which was in a loving way.
Whenever I did react during my life in a loving
way they rejoiced.
Most of the time I
found that my interactions with other people had
been manipulative. During my professional
career, for example, I saw myself sitting in my
office, playing the college professor, while a
student came to me with a personal problem. I
sat there looking compassionate, and patient,
and loving, while inside I was bored to death. I
would check my watch under my desk as I
anxiously waited for the student to finish.
I got to go through
all those kinds of experiences in the company of
these magnificent beings.
When I was a teenager
my father's career put him into a high-stress,
twelve-hour-a-day job. Out of my resentment
because of his neglect of me, when he came home
from work, I would be cold and indifferent
toward him. This made him angry, and it gave me
further excuse to feel hatred toward him. He and
I fought, and my mother would get upset. Most of
my life I had felt that my father was the
villain and I was the victim. When we reviewed
my life I got to see how I had precipitated so
much of that, myself. Instead of greeting him
happily at the end of a day, I was continually
putting thorns in him in order to justify my
hurt.
I got to see when my
sister had a bad night one night, how I went
into her bedroom and put my arms around her. Not
saying anything, I just lay there with my arms
around her. As it turned out that experience was
one of the biggest triumphs of my life.
The entire life's
review would have been emotionally destructive,
and would have left me a psychotic person, if it
hadn't been for the fact that my friend, and my
friend's friends, were loving me during the
unfolding of my life. I could feel that love.
Every time I got a
little upset they turned the life's review off
for awhile, and they just loved me. Their love
was tangible. You could feel it on your body,
you could feel it inside you; their love went
right through you. I wish I could explain it to
you, but I can't.
The therapy was their
love, because my life's review kept tearing me
down. It was pitiful to watch, just pitiful. I
couldn't believe it. And the thing is, it got
worse as it went on.
My stupidity and
selfishness as a teenager only magnified as I
became an adult - all under the veneer of being
a good husband, a good father, and a good
citizen. The hypocrisy of it all was nauseating.
But through it all was their love.
When the review was
finished they asked, "Do you want to ask any
questions?" and I had a million questions.
I asked, for example,
"What about the Bible?"
They responded, "What
about it?"
I asked if it was
true, and they said it was. Asking them why it
was that when I tried to read it, all I saw were
contradictions, they took me back to my life's
review again - something that I had overlooked.
They showed me, for the few times I had opened
the Bible, that I had read it with the idea of
finding contradictions and problems. I was
trying to prove to myself that it wasn't worth
reading. I observed to them that the Bible
wasn't clear to me. It didn't make sense. They
told me that it contained spiritual truth, and
that I had to read it spiritually in order to
understand it. It should be read prayerfully. My
friends informed me that it was not like other
books. They also told me, and I later found out
this was true, that when you read it
prayerfully, it talks to you. It reveals itself
to you. And you don't have to work at it
anymore.
My friends answered
lots of questions in funny ways. They really
knew the whole tone of what I asked them, even
before I got the questions out. When I thought
of questions in my head, they really understood
them.
I asked them, for
example, which was the best religion. I was
looking for an answer which was like,
"Presbyterians." I figured these guys were all
Christians. The answer I got was, "The best
religion is the religion that brings you closest
to God."
Asking them if there
was life on other planets, their surprising
answer was that the universe was full of life.
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4.
The Future of the U.S. and the World |
Because
of my fear of a nuclear holocaust I asked if
there was going to be a nuclear war in the
world, and they said no. That astonished me, and
I gave them this extensive explanation of how I
had lived under the threat of nuclear war. That
was one of the reasons I was who I was. I
figured, when I was in this life, that it was
all sort of hopeless; the world was going to
blow up anyway, and nothing made much sense. In
that context I felt I could do what I wanted,
since nothing mattered.
They said, "No, there
isn't going to be any nuclear war."
I asked if they were
absolutely sure there wasn't going to be nuclear
war. They reassured me again, and I asked them
how they could be so sure.
Their response was: "God
loves the world." They told me that at the most,
one or two nuclear weapons might go off
accidentally, if they weren't destroyed, but
there wouldn't be a nuclear war.
I then asked them how
come there had been so many wars. They said that
they allowed those few to happen, out of all the
wars that humanity tried to start. Out of all
the wars that humans tried to create, they
allowed a few, to bring people to their senses
and to stop them.
Science, technology,
and other benefits, they told me, had been gifts
bestowed on humanity by them - through
inspiration. People had literally been led to
those discoveries, many of which had later been
perverted by humanity to use for its own
destruction.
We could do too much
damage to the planet. And by the planet, they
meant all of God's creation. Not just the
people, but the animals, the trees, the birds,
the insects, everything.
They explained to me
that their concern was for all the people of the
world. They weren't interested in one group
getting ahead of other groups. They want every
person to consider every other person greater
than their own flesh. They want everyone to love
everyone else, completely; more, even, than they
love themselves. If someone, someplace else in
the world hurts, than we should hurt we should
feel their pain. And we should help them. Our
planet has evolved to the point, for the first
time in our history, that we have the power to
do that. We are globally linked. And we could
become one people.
The people that they
gave the privilege of leading the world into a
better age, blew it. That was us, in the United
States.
When I spoke with
them about the future, and this might sound like
a cop-out on my part, they made clear to me that
we have free will.
If we change the way
we are, then we can change the future which they
showed me. They showed me a view of the future,
at the time of my experience, based upon how we
in the United States were behaving at that time.
It was a future in which a massive worldwide
depression would occur. If we were to change our
behavior, however, then the future would be
different.
Asking them how it
would be possible to change the course of many
people, I observed that it was difficult, if not
impossible, to change anything on Earth. I
expressed the opinion that it was a hopeless
task to try.
My friends explained,
quite clearly, that all it takes to make a
change was one person. One person, trying, and
then because of that, another person changing
for the better. They said that the only way to
change the world was to begin with one person.
One will become two, which will become three,
and so on. That's the only way to affect a major
change.
I inquired as to
where the world would be going in an optimistic
future one where some of the changes they
desired were to take place.
The image of the
future that they gave me then, and it was their
image, not one that I created, surprised me. My
image had previously been sort of like Star
Wars, where everything was space age, plastics,
and technology.
The future that they
showed me was almost no technology at all. What
everybody, absolutely everybody, in this
euphoric future spent most of their time doing
was raising children. The chief concern of
people was children, and everybody considered
children to be the most precious commodity in
the world.
And when a person
became an adult, there was no sense of anxiety,
nor hatred, nor competition.
There was this
enormous sense of trust and mutual respect. If a
person, in this view of the future, became
disturbed, then the community of people all
cared about the disturbed person falling away
from the harmony of the group. Spiritually,
through prayer and love, the others would
elevate the afflicted person.
What people did with
the rest of their time was that they gardened,
with almost no physical effort. They showed me
that plants, with prayer, would produce huge
fruits and vegetables.
People, in unison,
could control the climate of the planet through
prayer. Everybody would work with mutual trust
and the people would call the rain, when needed,
and the sun to shine.
Animals lived with
people, in harmony.
People, in this best
of all worlds, weren't interested in knowledge;
they were interested in wisdom. This was because
they were in a position where anything they
needed to know, in the knowledge category, they
could receive simply through prayer. Everything,
to them, was solvable. They could do anything
they wanted to do.
In this future,
people had no wanderlust, because they could,
spiritually, communicate with everyone else in
the world. There was no need to go elsewhere.
They were so engrossed with where they were and
the people around them that they didn't have to
go on vacation. Vacation from what? They were
completely fulfilled and happy.
Death, in this world,
was a time when the individual had experienced
everything that he or she needed to experience.
To die meant to lie down and let go; then the
spirit would rise up, and the community would
gather around. There would be a great rejoicing,
because they all had insight into the heavenly
realm, and the spirit would join with the angels
that came down to meet it. They could see the
spirit leave and knew that it was time for the
spirit to move on; it had outgrown the need for
growth in this world. Individuals who died had
achieved all they were capable of in this world
in terms of love, appreciation, understanding,
and working in harmony with others.
The sense I got of
this beautiful view of the world's future was as
a garden, God's garden. And in this garden of
the world, full of all beauty, were people. The
people were born into this world to grow in
their understanding of the Creator. Then to shed
this skin, this shell, in the physical world,
and to graduate and move up into heaven there,
to have a more intimate and growing relationship
with God.
Webmaster Note:
In Howard Storm's book, "My Descent Into Death"
(2000), Storm describes the future of the United
States as given to him by light beings he
encountered during his NDE in 1985:
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The Future of
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Howard Storm
recorded how his light being friends
told him, in 1985, that the Cold War
would soon end, because, "God is
changing the hearts of people to love
around the world."
Storm states,
"Since the time in 1985 when I was told
these things about the future the Cold
War ended with little bloodshed due to
the hearts of people being unwilling to
tolerate oppressive regimes."
Storm described what the light beings
told him concerning the way things will
be on Earth in about 2185.
He
asked the light beings the question,
"Will the United States be the leader of
the world in this change?"
The
light beings replied, "The United States
has been given the opportunity to be the
teacher for the world, but much is
expected of those to whom much has been
given. The United States has been given
more of everything than any country in
the history of the world and it has
failed to be generous with the gifts.
"If the United States continues to
exploit the rest of the world by
greedily consuming the world's
resources, the United States will have
God's blessing withdrawn.
"Your
country will collapse economically which
will result in civil chaos. Because of
the greedy nature of the people, you
will have people killing people for a
cup of gasoline.
"The world will
watch in horror as your country is
obliterated by strife. The rest of the
world will not intervene because they
have been victims of your exploitation.
They will welcome the annihilation of
such selfish people.
"The United
States must change immediately and
become the teachers of goodness and
generosity to the rest of the world.
"Today the United States is the
primary merchant of war and the culture
of violence that you export to the
world. This will come to an end because
you have the seeds of your own
destruction within you. Either you will
destroy yourselves or God will bring it
to an end if there isn't a change."
Storm states, "I don't know if the
richest country in the history of the
world is doomed to lose God's blessing
or if the people of the United States
will become the moral light of the
world. How long will God allow the
injustice to continue? The future lies
in the choices we make right now. God is
intervening in direct ways in human
events. May God's will be done on Earth
as it is in Heaven!"
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Howard Storm's light
being friends told him more about the new world
to come. According to them, God wished to usher
in the kingdom within the next two hundred
years. In order to do so, God had rescinded some
of the free will given to creatures, in favor of
more divine control over human events. This new
world order, according to Howard, will resemble
some near-death descriptions of heaven. People
will live in such peace and harmony and love
that communication will be telepathic, travel
instantaneous and the need for clothing and
shelter eliminated. The lion will indeed lie
down with the lamb.
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Howard Storm Learns What Happens After Death |
I asked my friend,
and his friends, about death - what happens when
we die?
They said that when a
loving person dies, angels come down to meet
him, and they take him up - gradually, at first,
because it would be unbearable for that person
to be instantly exposed to God.
Knowing what's inside
of every person, the angels don't have to prove
anything by showing off. They know what each of
us needs, so they provide that. In some cases it
may be a heavenly meadow, and in another,
something else. If a person needs to see a
relative, the angels will bring that relative.
If the person really likes jewels, they will
show the person jewels. We see what is necessary
for our introduction into the spirit world, and
those things are real, in the heavenly, the
divine sense.
They gradually
educate us as spirit beings, and bring us into
heaven. We grow and increase, and grow and
increase, and shed the concerns, desires, and
base animal stuff that we have been fighting
much of our life. Earthly appetites melt away.
It is no longer a struggle to fight them. We
become who we truly are, which is part of the
divine.
This happens to
loving people, people who are good and love God.
They made it clear to me that we don't have any
knowledge or right to judge anybody else - in
terms of that person's heart relationship to
God. Only God knows what's in a person's heart.
Someone whom we think is despicable, God might
know as a wonderful person. Similarly, someone
we think is good, God may see as a hypocrite,
with a black heart. Only God knows the truth
about every individual.
God will ultimately
judge every individual. And God will allow
people to be dragged into darkness with
like-minded creatures. I have told you, from my
personal experience, what goes on in there. I
don't know from what I saw anymore than that,
but it's my suspicion that I only saw the tip of
the iceberg.
I deserved to be
where I was – I was in the right place at the
right time. That was the place for me, and the
people I was around were perfect company for me.
God allowed me to experience that, and then
removed me, because he saw something redeeming
in putting me through the experience. It was a
way to purge me. People who are not allowed to
be pulled into darkness, because of their loving
nature, are attracted upwards, toward the light.
I never saw God, and
I was not in heaven. It was way out in the
suburbs, and these are the things that they
showed me. We talked for a long time, about many
things, and then I looked at myself. When I saw
me, I was glowing, I was radiant. I was becoming
beautiful not nearly as beautiful as them but I
had a certain sparkle that I never had before.
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Howard Storm Learns He Must Return to Earth |
Not being ready to
face the Earth again, I told them that I wished
to be with them forever. I said, "I'm ready, I'm
ready to be like you and be here forever. This
is great. I love it. I love you. You're
wonderful."
I knew that they
loved me and knew everything about me. I knew
that everything was going to be okay from now
on. I asked if I could get rid of my body, which
was definitely a hindrance, and become a being
like them with the powers they had shown me.
They said, "No, you have to go back."
They explained to me
that I was very underdeveloped and that it would
be of great benefit to return to my physical
existence to learn. In my human life I would
have an opportunity to grow so that the next
time I was with them I would be more compatible.
I would need to develop important
characteristics to become like them and to be
involved with the work that they do. Responding
that I couldn't go back, I tried to argue with
them, and I observed that if I bear that thought
the thought that I might wind up in the pit
again I pled with them to stay.
My friends then said,
"Do you think that we expect you to be perfect,
after all the love we feel for you, even after
you were on Earth blaspheming God, and treating
everyone around you like dirt? And this, despite
the fact that we were sending people to try and
help you, to teach you the truth? Do you really
think we would be apart from you now?"
I asked them, "But
what about my own sense of failure? You've shown
me how I can be better, and I'm sure I can't
live up to that. I'm not that good." Some of my
self-centeredness welled up and I said, "No way.
I'm not going back."
They said, "There are
people who care about you; your wife, your
children, your mother and father. You should go
back for them. Your children need your help."
I said, "You can help
them. If you make me go back there are things
that just won't work. If I go back there and
make mistakes I won't be able to stand it
because you've shown me I could be more loving
and more compassionate and I'll forget. I'll be
mean to someone or I'll do something awful to
someone. I just know it's going to happen
because I'm a human being. I'm going to blow it
and I won't be able to stand it. I'll feel so
bad I'll want to kill myself and I can't do that
because life is precious. I might just go
catatonic. So you can't send me back."
They assured me that
mistakes are an acceptable part of being human.
"Go," they said, "and make all the mistakes you
want. Mistakes are how you learn." As long as I
tried to do what I knew was right, they said, I
would be on the right path. If I made a mistake,
I should fully recognize it as a mistake, then
put it behind me and simply try not to make the
same mistake again. The important things is to
try one's best, keep one's standards of goodness
and truth, and not compromise those to win
people's approval.
"But," I said,
"mistakes make me feel bad."
They said, "We love
you the way you are, mistakes and all. And you
can feel our forgiveness. You can feel our love
any time you want to."
I said, "I don't
understand. How do I do that?"
"Just turn inward,"
they said. "Just ask for our love and we'll give
it to you if you ask from the heart."
They advised me to
recognize it when I made a mistake and to ask
for forgiveness. Before I even got the words out
of my mouth, I would be forgiven but, I would
have to accept the forgiveness. My belief in the
principal of forgiveness must be real, and I
would have to know that the forgiveness was
given. Confessing, either in public or in
private, that I had made a mistake, I should
then ask for forgiveness. After that, it would
be an insult to them if I didn't accept the
forgiveness. I shouldn't continue to go around
with a sense of guilt, and I should not repeat
errors I should learn from my mistakes.
"But," I said, "how
will I know what is the right choice? How will I
know what you want me to do?"
They replied, "We
want you to do what you want to do. That means
making choices and there isn't necessarily any
right choice. There are a spectrum of
possibilities, and you should make the best
choice you can from those possibilities. If you
do that, we will be there helping you."
I didn't give in
easily. I argued that back there was full of
problems and that here was everything I could
possibly want. I questioned my ability to
accomplish anything they would consider
important in my world. They said the world is a
beautiful expression of the Supreme being. One
can find beauty or ugliness depending on what
one directs one's mind toward. They explained
that the subtle and complex development of our
world was beyond my comprehension, but I would
be a suitable instrument for the Creator. Every
part of the creation, they explained, is
infinitely interesting because it is a
manifestation of the Creator. A very important
opportunity for me would be to explore this
world with wonder and enjoyment.
They never gave me a
direct mission or purpose. Could I build a
shrine or cathedral for God? They said those
monuments were for humanity. They wanted me to
live my life to love people not things. I told
them I wasn't good enough to represent what I
had just experienced with them on a worldly
level. They assured me I would be given
appropriate help whenever I might need it. All I
had to do is ask.
The luminous beings,
my teachers, were very convincing. I was also
acutely aware that not far away was the Great
being, what I knew to be the Creator. They never
said, "He wants it this way," but that was
implied behind everything they said. I didn't
want to argue too much because the Great Entity
was so wonderful and so awesome. The love that
was emanated was overwhelming.
Presenting my biggest
argument against coming back into the world, I
told them that it would break my heart, and I
would die, if I had to leave them and their
love. Coming back would be so cruel, I said,
that I couldn't stand it. I mentioned that the
world was filled with hate and competition, and
I didn't want to return to that maelstrom. I
couldn't bear to leave them. My friends observed
that they had never been apart from me. I
explained that I hadn't been aware of their
presence, and if I went back I, again, wouldn't
know they were there. Explaining how to
communicate with them, they told me to get
myself quiet, inside, and to ask for their love;
then that love would come, and I would know they
were there. They said, "You won't be away from
us. We're with you. We've always been with you.
We always will be right with you all the time."
I said, "But how do I
know that? You tell me that, but when I go back
there it's just going to be a nice theory."
They said, "Any time
you need us we'll be there for you."
I said, "You mean
like you'll just appear?"
They said, "No, no.
We're not going to intervene in your life in any
big way unless you need us. We're just going to
be there and you'll feel our presence, you'll
feel our love."
After that
explanation I ran out of arguments, and I said I
thought I could go back. And, just like that, I
was back. Returning to my body, the pain was
there, only worse than before."
[Howard Storm's
near-death experience ends here.]
Returning to life
wasn't easy for Storm. In addition to his
physical problems, he had to face the usual
array of uncomprehending and insensitive
responses to his new spiritual condition. It
began in the hospital, he said. Howard states,
"I felt this overwhelming sense of love for
everyone. I wanted to hug and kiss everyone, but
I couldn't even sit up. I would say, 'Oh you're
so beautiful' to anyone and everyone. I was the
joke of the floor. People found it very
amusing."
Like other near-death
experiencers, Storm sense of empathy expanded,
as well as his compassion. He could, he said,
feel the emotions of others more powerfully than
his own. Howard decided to enter the Christian
ministry after his near-death experience.
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Howard Storm Internet Links |
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"Make no mistake:
this man [Howard Storm] is a mystic. This is a
book [My Descent Into Death] that fulfills a
calling. This is a book you can devour from
cover to cover, and pass on to others. This is a
book you will quote in your daily conversation.
Storm was meant to write it and we were meant to
read it." -
Anne Rice, famous author
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My Descent Into Death:
A Second Chance at Life
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by Rev. Howard Storm
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During his NDE, Howard Storm
experienced the terrible
consequences of a life of
selfish materialism. But
he also traveled to regions
of light, where he conversed
with the Lord of Light who
sent him back with a profound
message of love and life
after death. Included are
eight pages of illustrations.
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My Descent Into Death: A Second
Chance at Life [Kindle
Edition]
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by Howard Storm
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Howard Storm was an avowed atheist
awaiting emergency surgery when he
realized that he was at death’s
door. He found himself out of his
body; but instead of going toward
the light he found himself being
torturously dragged to excruciating
realms of darkness and death, where
he was physically assaulted by
monstrous beings of evil. His
description of his pure terror and
torture is unnerving in its utter
originality and convincing detail.
Finally, he calls out for Jesus and
he is rescued from hell. In this
fascinating account, Storm learns
many answers to age-old questions
such as why the Holocaust was
allowed to take place. Storm was
sent back to his body with a new
knowledge of the purpose of life
here on Earth.
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Lessons from the Light: What We Can
Learn from the Near-Death Experience
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by Kenneth Ring and Evelyn Elsaesser
Valarino
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While providing many accounts of
NDEs from men, women, and children
of all ages and backgrounds,
"Lessons from the Light" is much
more than just an inspiring
collection of NDEs. In "Lessons" NDE
expert Kenneth Ring extracts the
pure gold of the NDE and with a
beautiful balance of sound research
and human insight reveals the
practical wisdom held within these
experiences. As Stanley Krippner
states, "In this remarkable book,
Ring presents evidence that merely
learning about the near-death
experience has similar positive
effects to those reported by people
who actually have had near-death
experiences. Kenneth Ring is one of
the few authors whose gifts include
the capacity to transform their
readers' lives."
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The Big Book of Near Death
Experiences: The Ultimate Guide to
What Happens When We Die
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by P. M. H. Atwater
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Atwater's book is an intellectual
tour de force; the most
comprehensive reference book for the
near-death phenomenon. This book
encompasses every aspect of the
near-death phenomenon: the
experience, aftereffects, and
implications. Atwater's simple,
appealing format includes drawings
and cartoons by Spirit Painter and
Chuck Vadun and sidebars from
experts. She investigates and
reports on the power of changed
lives, the reality of deceased who
come back, visitors at death's edge,
out-of-body travel, the expansion of
normal faculties, the awesome
presence of Deity and the importance
of spirituality. This sourcebook
examines near-death studies from the
"Moody Miracle" early days, through
the myths of "the light at the end
of the tunnel" and "the religion of
the resuscitated" to 2007. After 32
years of work with clinical
prospective studies in several
countries, the reality of the NDE
has been verified, confirming its
importance in the study of
consciousness.
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The Eternal Journey: How Near-Death
Experiences Illuminate Our Earthly
Lives
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by Craig Lundahl and Harold Widdison
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According to authors Lundahl and
Widdison, "Probably the most
complete description of evil spirits
in another world is given in the
well-known NDE of Professor Howard
Storm from Northern Kentucky
University." This book is a unique
volume based on research that
includes every NDE ever documented
suggesting our souls exist in a
parallel universe and actually map
out our human lives prior to birth.
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Dancing Past the Dark: Distressing
Near-Death Experiences
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by Nancy Evans Bush
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Almost 1 in 5 NDEs are not peaceful
suggestions of heaven. In a
wide-ranging and far from gloomy
look at "the other NDE," the author
gives the first comprehensive look
at a fascinating but neglected
topic: NDEs and deathbed visions of
fear, emptiness, and even hell. The
author herself had a very
distressing NDE and she has become
one of the few NDE experts on the
subject. Her wonderfully readable
book is grounded in 30 years of
experience and research, packed with
first-person accounts, and
engrossing discussions and factual
answers to a myriad of questions,
both religious and secular, with
practical suggestions for
integrating such an experience or
encountering one as a caregiver.
Here are ways of thinking about the
subject that will be new to many
readers. What becomes evident is
that to see these only as a terrible
threat about death is largely to
miss their point.
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A Near Death Experience: I Died and
Came Back from Hell
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by Grady Mosby
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This book is a true story
highlighting one man's human life
experience showing the results of
how we might handle the voids and
losses in our lives. This is a story
about living, loving, failing and
ultimate recovery. A graphic
description of hellish NDEs are
included. The conclusion is that
heaven and hell both exist. I know
because the author has been there
and I made it back to tell you about
it. It is the author's desire is to
provide a fresh outlook on recovery
to help families with addiction
problems. Never give up!
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Visions of Heaven and Hell Before
Dante
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by Eileen Gardiner
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This essential and widely used
collection of visions of heaven and
hell, the first in English, presents
new translations of two visions and
newly edited versions of previously
translated ones. Describes the place
of these works in medieval
literature and provides a helpful
resource for studying elements of
medieval religion. Includes: St.
Peter's Apocalypse, St. Paul's
Apocalypse, St. Brendan's Voyage,
St. Patrick's Purgatory, and the
Visions of Furseus, Drythelm, Wetti,
Charles the Fat, Tundale, the Monk
of Evesham, and Thurkill.
Bibliography, index, glossary,
notes, illustrated.
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Walk of Faith: Three Near-death
Experiences and a Journey from the
Brink of Hell to Heaven
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by Chiemi Lynn Haman
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This book gives the reading audience
the author's journey to find God
through a series of three NDEs and
miracles. In her first NDE, she went
to the brink of hell. In her second
NDE, she went into the tunnel of
Light. In her third NDE, she went
into the Light and met Jesus Christ
and her guardian angel and had a
glimpse of heaven. The author goes
into detail about her NDEs, stating
that she was not raised in a
religious family. Her NDEs are
followed by a supernatural quest to
find out what the words meant which
Jesus and her guardian angel spoke
of: words such as the first and
second seal, the final seal, and the
seventh seal, leading to appearances
of Jesus who gave her many lessons
in life and clarifying them with
visions, scripture, and prayer.
These lessons are meant for
everyone, both devout believers and
those sitting on the fence of
belief. The author goes into detail
about 14 of the lessons she learned
while conversing with Jesus.
Ultimately, her NDEs taught her that
there is an afterlife, from the
mudpit of hell to the Light of
heaven.
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Modern-Day Miracles: 50 True Miracle
Stories of Divine Encounters,
Supernatural Healings, Heaven and
Hell Experiences, and More
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by Evans Barning and Allison C.
Restagno
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Miracles are real - now. Read about
real-life, firsthand stories of
personal, modern-day miracles.
Crushed under a 10,000-pound logging
truck, Bruce Van Natta suddenly
found himself floating above the
scene of a horrific accident. There
were angels present at the scene.
Ron Pettey’s brain surgeons knew
their patient was in crisis. As
doctors worked to bring Ron back,
Ron was already experiencing the
trip of a lifetime in Heaven.
Surviving a jet crash, but trapped
in a burning inferno, Diana cried
out, “Dear God, in Jesus’ name,
please save me” over and over. Her
life was in His hands. Hardened
atheist and police constable Roger
Whipp was faced with a life or death
decision: pray to God for his wife’s
healing or disconnect her life
support. He chose to pray, and
miracles followed. Working in a
110-bed mission hospital, Dr. James
Rennie was faced with a terrible
circumstance - watch his young
patient die an immensely painful
death, or pray for a miracle in his
operating room. He prayed and
visually watched the Lord answer
prayer. Newborn Baby Grace lay
helplessly abandoned in an Ethiopian
field with a noose tied tightly
around her small neck. Would the
wild animals hear her cry first, or
would God?
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Beyond the Light: What Isn't Being
Said About Near Death Experience:
from Visions of Heaven to Glimpses
of Hell
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by P. M. H. Atwater
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P. M. H. Atwater knows what it's
like to die. And the experience so
changed her life that she has
devoted years to researching the
phenomenon of the NDE. From her own
encounter with life-after-death and
from interviews with hundreds of
others, she presents this remarkable
and reassuring vision into a world
beyond the one we know: What it
feels like to die, What awaits us
after we see the light, Why many who
are rescued from death don't want to
come back, Why some people encounter
hellish experiences, How life
changes after a NDE and much more!
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Majestic Restoration: Taste of Hell,
Glimpse of Heaven
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by Bryan Roscoe
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The author presents readers with
stunning details of his encounters
with hell, then with heaven. As you
read this terror filled encounter
with hell, you will feel and
experience it as if it is all
happening - vividly to you.Bryan's
unexpected and unforgettable trip
into hell will bring you to the
ultimate mental and spiritual brink.
He takes you into that abyss right
along side of him! You will know and
feel there is no escape. Not long
after that terror filled encounter,
he caught a glimpse of heaven. Bryan
knew that he had an obligation to
get the word out regarding his two
NDEs. The author brings the drama,
terror and supense of his near death
encounters directly home to you. The
stark terror of his enconter with
hell was not an easy task to write
about. Nor one he desired. Here is
his true story written especially
with you in mind. You do have the
right to know!
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by Howard O. Pittman
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On August 3, 1979, Howard Pittman's
artery ruptured and died. His spirit
was lifted from his body and taken
into the Second Heaven where he saw
many startling things including the
earthbound hell of spirits. He
appeared before the Lord in the
Third Heaven where he pleaded for an
extension of his physical life. It
was here that God showed him what
kind of life of worship and service
to Jesus Christ he had really led.
He was given a message to bring back
to people in this generation. That
message is what this book is all
about - The greatest news since
Pentecost!
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Round Trip to Eternity: A True Story
of of Survival Against the Odds
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by Norbert Paas
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During the author's NDE, he learned
there is more to us than just our
mortal body. It could be what we
refer to as "spirit," sometimes
"soul," or even "ghost." What this
really means is beyond our limited
comprehension. The author knows
this: surviving sudden death is a
triumph of hope over death and
eternal banishment, and his NDE
experience is testimony that there
is a spiritual part of us that
survives death of the mortal body.
In 2002 the author, while in a
restaurant with his wife and son,
suffered a cardiac arrest and his
heart stopped. Through the heroic
efforts of bystanders, ambulance
crew and doctors, he survived and
eventually recovered fully, though
with a persistent memory of what had
occurred during the time he was
considered clinically dead. After
several years of contemplation, he
decided to write a book about the
experience; for a full year he
worked hard on the project, growing
increasingly eager to see his words
in print. Norbert Paas passed away
shortly before this book was
finished. Though he didn’t live to
see it in print, his words, per his
family’s wishes, will live on.
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Heaven and Hell: New Century Edition
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by Emanuel Swedenborg and George F.
Dole (Translator)
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What happens to us when we die? Are
heaven and hell real? If so, what
are they like? Heaven and Hell
contains the answers to these
questions as seen by Emanuel
Swedenborg (1688-1772). This new
translation of Swedenborg’s most
popular work paints a detailed
picture of life in the spiritual
realms. A Swedish Enlightenment
scientist of extraordinary
accomplishment, Swedenborg underwent
a spiritual crisis that led to an
unparalleled series of paranormal
experiences. He spent his last
twenty-seven years in almost daily
experience of heaven and hell,
recording his observations and
conversations, many of which are
reported in Heaven and Hell. This
sustained and detailed description
of the nonphysical realms has left
its impression on the minds of many
great thinkers, including Goethe,
Blake, Coleridge, Emerson, Borges,
and Milosz. This deluxe edition
contains an introduction by
religious historian Bernhard Lang
setting the volume in the context of
its time. The New Century Edition of
the Works of Emanuel Swedenborg is a
modern-language, scholarly
translation of Swedenborg’s
theological works. The series’
easy-to-read style retains the
dignity, variety, clarity, and
gender-inclusive language of
Swedenborg’s original Latin,
bringing his thought to life.
Introductions and annotations by
eminent, international scholars
place Swedenborg’s writings in their
historical context and illuminate
obscure references within the text,
enabling readers to understand and
trace Swedenborg’s influence as
never before.
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Near-Death Experiences as Evidence
for the Existence of God and Heaven
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by J. Steve Miller and Jeffrey Long
MD (Introduction)
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According to NDE expert Dr. Jeffrey
Long, "For some time we’ve needed a
well-researched, compelling
introduction to this exciting field
that focuses on the evidence. Miller
delivers!" Reports of NDEs are
flooding the media with books,
articles and interviews. While these
accounts are no doubt interesting,
do they provide any solid evidence
for the afterlife and the existence
of God? Miller argues, in
nontechnical and engaging prose,
that it does indeed. He began his
study doubting that NDEs provided
such evidence, but found himself
convinced by the weight of the
evidence. In this multiple
award-winning book, the reader will
explore: (1) The common naturalistic
explanations for NDEs; (2) Evidence
that NDEs point to God and heaven;
(3) The results of 35 years of
research into NDEs by doctors and
other professionals, fully
documented for those who want to
study further; (4) A comparison of
NDEs with Christian teachings; and
(5) Recommendations of key books,
researchers, and publications for
further study. "Can we survive
death? Is there a God or a heaven?
Miller provides the discerning
reader with ample reason to think
that the answer to these
all-important questions is 'yes.'" -
Dr. Peter Schaefer, Senior Research
Psychologist, Department of Defense
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Revealing Heaven: The Eyewitness
Accounts That Changed How a Pastor
Thinks About the Afterlife
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by John W. Price
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Reverend John W. Price makes the
case for how NDEs can be gifts from
God and are fully compatible with
Christian spirituality and the
Bible. As a pastor open to NDE
testimony, he has heard more than
200 personal accounts of this
phenomena. Todd Burpo's bestelling
book "Heaven Is for Real," the story
of a young child’s NDE, has
validated the existence of heaven
and of God for Christians. Yet there
are Christians who remain
uncomfortable with the idea of NDEs;
they wonder if these events are in
line with the Bible and Christian
teaching. In this book the author
shares compelling testimonies
proving that Christians can - not
only trust NDEs as valid and
consistent with Biblical teaching -
but they help us understand death,
grief, and what happens after this
life is over, providing ample
reasons for us to be open to these
amazing stories and to hope for what
we’ve always dreamed about.
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The Light Behind God: What Religion
Can Learn From Near Death
Experiences
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by Rene Jorgensen
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What would you like to ask someone
who has died and gone to the other
side? This book is your chance to
investigate the afterlife and the
nature of religion through real
experiences of God beyond death. In
this book, philosopher of religion
Rene Jorgensen reveals his research
of 16 people who have had a NDE.
Since life after death is the
foundation of religion, Jorgensen
explores the parallels between
religion and people who die and come
back, and in his study he asks what
we can learn about religion from
these real experiences of the realm
of God. Based on Jorgensen's
findings and supported by over 30
years of research, this book is not
based on belief or dogma but on a
sincere attempt to interpret these
direct experiences of God in an
objective manner. Through this book
you will gain insights about life
after death and through its use of
testimonies from the other side you
will get a glimpse of a true and
living God.
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