All this time, I had the feeling of everything light and beautiful. It was a beautiful and glorious moment.
One man remembers: Several weeks before I nearly died, a good friend of mine, Bob, had been killed.
Now the moment I got out of my body I had the feeling that Bob was standing there, right next to me.
I could see him in my mind and felt like he was there, but it was strange.
I didn’t see him as his physical body. I could see things, but not in the physical form, yet just as clearly, his looks, everything.
Does that make sense? He was there but he didn’t have a physical body.
It was kind of like a clear body, and I could sense every part of it— arms, legs, and so on—but I wasn’t seeing it physically.
I didn’t think about it being odd at the time because I didn’t really need to see him with my eyes. I didn’t have eyes, anyway.
I kept asking him, “Bob, where do I go now? What has happened? Am I dead or not?” And he never answered me, never said a word.
But, often, while I was in the hospital, he would be there, and I would ask him again, “What’s going on?,” but never any answer.
And then the day the doctors said, “He’s going to live,” he left.
I didn’t see him again and didn’t feel his presence.
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