Many people own a Near-death Experience. They died, went to a heaven-like place, and came back. I am one of these people. When I had a reading at the Berkley Psychic Institute, a guide in the back of the room drew my Rose with a break in the stem with three halos around this break. He said;
“Are we in heaven? Is this proof there is a heaven?”
They could see what I saw. I looked at their faces, and they were lit up as my face tends to do now and then. I was told I radiate a large field of healing energy. They saw me in a school yard trying to heal the whole school. This is what my daughter wants to do – and my grandson! There needs to be a study of our children, because I believe they get a glimpse when they come through the birth tunnel.
All of a sudden, a woman came running up the stairs, and the door flew open!
“You can’t stay in this place. You have to move on!”
They told me people come into my being and, take, take, take! People around me are aware of my healing energy, and, they get greedy. They identify the source, and get angry with me because they want me to concentrate all my energy on them. They hate that I write all day. They want to be inside my house and close to my energy so they can be healed. They can get violent – and crazy. They will do evil things to me, just to get me to repair the damage. They benefit from my wounds they make. It is very hard to be me.
The fight over my daughter when she came into my life in 2000, was fierce. She was sixteen. She had those eyes. I made her the Heir of my healing gifts today. She will replace Vicki as head of the Rosamond Women because she took a step to – help others! She is no longer a taker! This is why I forgave all the women in my family. They suffered from a grave identity crisis.
There was so much light around Patrice, Tyler, and I when we took turns holding our grandson. There are angels here. Heather can heal – with just her eyes! You can make agreements through those eyes. Heather shares a great grandfather with Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. Genetics are a miracle.
John ‘The Gift’
Near-death experiences have gotten a lot of attention lately. The 2014 movie Heaven Is for Real, about a young boy who told his parents he had visited heaven while he was having emergency surgery, grossed a respectable $91 million in the United States. The book it was based on, published in 2010, has sold some 10 million copies and spent 206 weeks on the New York Times best-seller list. Two recent books by doctors—Proof of Heaven, by Eben Alexander, who writes about a near-death experience he had while in a week-long coma brought on by meningitis, and To Heaven and Back, by Mary C. Neal, who had her NDE while submerged in a river after a kayaking accident—have spent 94 and 36 weeks, respectively, on the list. (The subject of The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven, published in 2010, recently admitted that he made it all up.)
Their stories are similar to those told in dozens if not hundreds of books and in thousands of interviews with “NDErs,” or “experiencers,” as they call themselves, in the past few decades. Though details and descriptions vary across cultures, the overall tenor of the experience is remarkably similar. Western near-death experiences are the most studied. Many of these stories relate the sensation of floating up and viewing the scene around one’s unconscious body; spending time in a beautiful, otherworldly realm; meeting spiritual beings (some call them angels) and a loving presence that some call God; encountering long-lost relatives or friends; recalling scenes from one’s life; feeling a sense of connectedness to all creation as well as a sense of overwhelming, transcendent love; and finally being called, reluctantly, away from the magical realm and back into one’s own body. Many NDErs report that their experience did not feel like a dream or a hallucination but was, as they often describe it, “more real than real life.” They are profoundly changed afterward, and tend to have trouble fitting back into everyday life. Some embark on radical career shifts or leave their spouses.