Near Death Experiences And Heavenly Insights

I was taken to this place of darkness...not frightening darkness...lovely darkness...provoking that wonderful feeling one has after having a flashlight in their eyes and after closing them for awhile...this feeling of comfort. Or, for those who cannot sleep with a light on...that feeling of serenity one has in this darkness. Jesus was with me. He showed me an angel...the type I saw forming the tunnel...as I previously wrote of. There was only one...not 1/3 of heavens angels. Suddenly, as if an untied balloon, full of air, was let go of...so was this 'angel'. I saw this 'angel' irradically moving in every direction and then finally expelled...lying on the ground. I understood this telepathically from Jesus to be representing Lucifer. Jesus asked me what I saw. It was obvious to me that there was nothing of use, in any way left. Like the balloon requiring a human to replace the air...Lucifer required the Father to replace the Light. Angels do not have the ability to perform this act for themselves...as humans do not have this ability for themselves. The Light comes from the Father. Nothing is created without this light. That leaves Lucifer quite useless. Jesus asked me...'What can Nothing do?' I answered him...'Nothing.' He said...with a smile...'Quite right.' This was crucial for me...as 'Satan was alive and well' in my fear based religious world. I understood that if anyone created Satan...it could not be God, not our loving heavenly Father. No angel in heaven would begin to think of being God or above Him. They know that they would not exist without the Father and His Light. In Isaiah 14:12...Lucifer & his fall is clearly described...continuing through this entire passage....we see the King of Babylon...a man who ruled the world. Whom the known nations of this time...trembled before his ruling power. A perfect example today, would be Saddam Hussein...especially to those held under his oppression. When Satan or Lucifer does not exist...one must look internally at their own selves...their own shadows. This is much more difficult to do then adopting a belief in Demons from Satan or Lucifer. But our free will requires that we do so...and then are we compelled to ask the Father to shed His Love & Light abroad in our hearts....and those shadows then become subject to the light...absorbed in this great light of Love that He has for us. No father would unleash a monster & millions of his sub-monsters on his children and not know that this is devoid of love. How much more would our heavenly Father only send us great helpers from His many Mansions.

- Sixwings

Jesus took me to a forest...Redwoods...like in northern California...the size that tunnels are carved out for cars to drive through. He spoke to me about the teaching of: "Say unto this mountain be thou removed and cast into the sea." He said..can you say that to this tree and it would fall? I said that I did not have the faith for this and I know it. He picked up an ax and handed it to me. Said...but could you take it down with this...even if it took your entire lifetime? Probably. He said...take a swing. I did...a minor cut was made. I turned around and Jesus was gone. I kept waiting and waiting for him. Time being what it is on the otherside...non-existent...I became a very unhappy camper in these woods all alone and left here without Jesus. I finally realized that I was given a job to do...and he wasn't coming back...until this tree fell. So I began chopping into it. After awhile, I found myself at peace...actually accepting and enjoying my situation. I began realizing just what a wondrous place this really was, and that... more & more. Suddenly, I saw something behind a bush...a chainsaw...whoa! This was even more exciting to use. I also thought...I'm not even tired doing this? The doing actually re-energized me. Then after awhile...I was amazed to see this one seat logging machine ( I still don't know the proper name for this, but I've seen them here). It had this large saw blade, that could be angled any way necessary...after having set all the 'gears' etc., in position...in one continuous cut, the entire tree fell. This brought a tremendous shaking, like an earthquake. I hadn't even noticed that it had been raining...the ground was soggy. I looked around and a large truck was pulling the stump and roots out! Many chains being used that were attached. Then I was instantly taken to another place.

I was killed in a lone auto accident. I wrapped my car around a telephone pole at 90+ mph, not intentionally. The road followed three sets of traintracks, and I had just crossed over the train bridge and was going down a hill with an abrupt turn at the bottom. I remember turning and straightening out and that's all. After the impact, I was conscious; my head hurt, I was not wearing a seatbelt and had flown into the corner of the roof post and the windshield on the passenger side. I felt my head and it was bleeding profusely. I remember saying " oh s***" and opened the drivers door and fell out of the car. The next thing I remember, I was standing next to my body; the pain was gone, in fact I felt pretty good - I knew I had died at that moment and felt sadness for a time that my life was over. I thought of my parents, family and friends, and...uh oh...what have I done here? I knew this was it; then I wondered what happens next? I started to hear a low pitched hum and it grew louder and louder, I began to float over the scene of the wreck and then over my body as if to say goodbye to myself, "it is almost time to go on." I didn't think to 'go' to my parents or anyone at the time, which now seems odd to me, almost selfish, because I was very close to them all. I was enamored with wonderment at my 'situation'. I felt strangely at peace with the entire scene before me. Then I felt pulled, rapidly from the scene as if I were being lifted up backwards and began to enter into a tornado-like tunnel. The humming sound was very loud now and I was travelling very fast for a long time. I remember wanting to stop because I could feel every atom of my being strained to its limit; I felt like I was being torn to shreds by the velocity. I saw a bright light and slowly, slowed down and "landed" on the top of a grassy hill. I was standing there and thought to myself, " I must be dead." I heard a voice in my chest and in my head reply, "You are." I was also aware of someone behind me, though I didn't turn around. I looked out from my vantage point and saw a pulsating orb to my left. Kind of like our sun, but closer and with a white/golden color. Beams of light were emanating forth slightly and returning to it. I looked forward and could see a valley, surrounded by mountains with millions of people in this valley dancing, singing and raising their arms in praise. They were bathed in the light of this orb. I was asking questions and they were being answered immediately; telepathically. Then I felt a hand on my back gently but forcefully "leading" me toward the valley. As we approached the valley, I noticed these clay-like figures surrounding the "worshippers", they were hideous, tall, and their eyes staring blindly forward. They seemed 'wrapped in darkness', stoic, and lifeless. Each one was about eight feet apart and formed a gruesome 'fence' about the valley, they all faced away from it. I looked through into the valley between them and saw a woman, (whose daughter I met four years later, a friend I had yet to make on Earth, Her mom ) singing and clapping and praising God for all she was worth. She looked at me as if to say "Praise Him and do it now!!!. I was led up to one of these figures and I instinctively repulsed, but to no avail. The 'leading' put me face to face with this cold clammy being and my hair stood up on end like I had just put my finger into an electrical outlet. I had seen myself and knew I belonged inside this self-entity. Yet I couldn't accept it; I screamed in sheer terror, "Jesus !!!" I turned to my left and saw Him there. I jumped into Him, wrapping my arms and legs around His body and squeezed Him, and wouldn't let go. He comforted me and carried me to a place of peace and asked if I wanted to go back to my life and right the wrongs I had been doing. I must have agreed to, because all of the sudden, I was back over the scene of the wreck and there were all the lights flashing from the police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks. My body was surrounded with paramedics and their equipment. A crowd had gathered across the roadway. I heard them say, "give up, he's gone." And one paramedic said, "I'll give it one more try." They hit me with the paddles again, and I remember thinking, "I really don't want to return;" but I knew I had to, if I wanted to get things righted. I "put on my body" as you would put on a set of clothes. I sat and streched into each leg, laid back, and enveloped myself back into my body. I had no more conscious memory, until I awoke in the hospital the next afternoon. I had two large deep gashes to the right side of my head, narrowly missing my eye. Nothing broken. No brain damage (contrary to some opinions). No organ damage from loss of blood. I spent almost two days in the hospital, and the doctor said I could go home if I could get up and walk across the room. I ran, and am still running to this day. I wore an eyepatch for a few weeks, and bandages over my wounds until they were fully healed (as my eye stretched white due to the swelling). I still am blessed with 20/20 vision. 'Miracle' upon 'miracle' has been given to me and I am thankful for them all.

I told my family about my experience (Catholicism ruled) and they just laughed and said it was probably a dream (unable or unwilling to comprehend); and between themselves said, " He must have suffered brain damage." My senses were heightened (especially hearing). And I had developed a capacity for healing and clairvoyance where I could literally tell you what the next day's, paper's headline would read. I was different after this experience and my family knew it. They did everything possible to thwart my progression spiritually and mentally. I broke free completely from the catholic church and began my "investigation " of my spiritual development in many different churches: lutheran (that went over big with my family), methodist, baptist, pentacostal, etc...couldn't find the answers I needed. I tried everything and ended up discouraged, until I really started seeking God outside of the 'religious atmospheres'. I would simply take walks alone in the woods and commune with Him one on one, recieving the truth and applying it where possible. I was still "on the fence" dealing with my family of origin, and confused religious upbringing. I abused drugs and alcohol to cope with their onslaught of dysfunctional abuses. I somehow got it into my head that I was to somehow save them and this was my purpose. I finally allowed myself to break free of them completely after meeting my wife (sixwings). At first it was a struggle; a war that is still being skirmished, not by us but by them. They want me back in the "family" only as what I realize I was to them: a scapegoat. They have used my "gifts" to abuse me with them. I am an empath and have an enormous capacity to love, having been quite literally, in the arms of "Love" itself. They are like ravenous wolves, and if I laughed or showed joy, it was immediately rejected, and harshly. I love them dearly, but I cannot be with them. I understand how powerful family is and the great importance placed on it, as blood is thicker than water. But it occured to me after much seeking with God, that it takes a heart to pump the blood. I began to understand the teaching of Jesus in Matt. 10:34-40 (that religion has never adequately defined for me). I discovered that I could not follow Jesus and my family. I discovered that when I made my decison to separate myself from them, my walk with Jesus toward the Father, opened up and has continued to grow stronger. They wanted to control me like religion.

My hope is that I have not caused anyone offence with this writing. I have yet to tap the fullness of my experience as I am still trying to integrate it into my life. Many times in meditation, much more about my encounter is revealed. It is real difficult to express in words, the messages and feelings revealed. But I promise to do all I am able to do; to be clear and concise as I progress.

May God's love and peace dwell in your hearts.

-Sixwings 11