It was the summer of nineteen hundred and eighty five. My little nine year old body lie motionless on the hospital table, with not a trace of life to be seen in it. The sounds that filled the hallway were of alarms ringing and the feet of Doctors and nurses running franticly to my room. You see, my heart had stopped beating, and I wasn’t breathing any longer, suddenly, there was an awesome presence that filled my room. I found myself totally engulfed in this presence, the only way I know to describe it is as if I were completely consumed in pure Love. The Love that I felt was unlike anything that is available to us in this Earth. It was Holy and it was perfect Love. I felt it all around me and all within me. It was permeating every fiber of my being, every cell, every particle within me was alive with the life of almighty God. I was utterly taken over by it. I was at that moment, altogether content and wanting absolutely nothing else but to continue dwelling in this place of perfection. Once you taste this Love and this Holy presence, all the desires and thoughts of all other things simply melt away from off of you. It was as though I had come to the place where I had originated, and the place where I belonged. I was home. I later understood that it was Jesus Christ Himself, I was standing in His very presence and power. I do not remember what I saw, I know that I was either in Heaven or on my way there. Many years later I asked God why I didn’t remember seeing anything, I simply remember only what I felt. The answer God gave me was so very true. He said, “because if I let you remember what you saw, you would have never Come back to the Earth.”

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