By Debra, Friday, October 17, 2008 05:22:30 PM
In 2004 I was in a coma for a week on a ventalator. My near death experience was not positive; it was very frightening. I remember the sensation that I was flying and above my body; but I remember feeling fear, anxiety, and torment. It was like every frightening experience I had ever had in my life was happening at the same time. I don't know when it happened; but at some point my mother, grandmother, and maternal uncle came to me to tell me it was not my time to go; and I had to go back. I remember wanting to stay with them, but my mother said No. When I came out of the coma and was taken off the ventalator, I remember looking around the ICU room, and asking the nurses where my mother and grandmother were. But, I also remembered the fear from what I had experienced; I had ask to speak to many priests because I didn't think that my life was so bad that this is what would happen to me. None of the priests I saw were able to give me any comfort or explanation. But Sylvia did; her books and CD's gave me the answers I was looking for. That is why I love and respect what she does; because she talks about the love of God and not the fear. Debbie

By Nicole, Friday, October 17, 2008 03:23:08 PM
I think we are all here for a reason or another. I was told that I almost din't make it, when I was born, I had two wholes in my heart, and one inside my throat. I had my first open heart surgery when, I was just about two in a half months old, and my last open heart surgery when, I was a bit older about four years old. I believe that there must be angels or something that kept me alive during the most critial moments of my life, and I believe that there are lots of angels still watching over me, now that, I'm 36 years old, and finally married to a wonderful husband, God does works in mysterious ways!

By Constance, Friday, October 17, 2008 03:09:41 PM
When I was only 22 years old more than 43 years ago, my then husband assaulted me and tried to beat me to death..By the time I was taken to a hospital 3 days later, I was almost dead. I had asked God to let me stay for my children, who were very young at the time. I remember in the hospital room my spleen ruptured and before they got me to the operating room, I was in the twilight zone. I had a lacerated liver and developed bronchila pneumonia. I do remember total peace and God's love encompassing my whole body and I knew then there was no death. My feeling was, everything was alright with the world, and things were as they should be. That experience gave me the courage to divorce him and leave with my two young children 3 years later. It took that long because I had no place to go. This was over 40 years ago after all.

By Janet, Friday, October 17, 2008 03:02:11 PM
After my son died, his wife and 17 month old daughter came to live with us. In the weeks and months following his death I would come into the room where my grand-daughter slept and watch her jabber and giggle looking upward to the corner of the room. She would say da da quite often. It was clear she was still playing with her daddy. I didn't say anything to my youngest son or to my daughter-in-law for fear of upsetting them. One day my youngest son came in to the living room and asked my daughter-in-law and I "Doesn't anyone else see her doing that?" We asked him what he was talking about. He said "She is talking to and playing with her dad!" After he said that we all started talking about seeing her interaction with what we all believed was her daddy's spirit. All of us had a tremendous sense of peace, knowing he was still with us. I believe the baby was more able to see and feel him because she was not yet exposed to the skeptic world we live in.

By samrand, Friday, October 17, 2008 01:11:30 PM
So I should say it's good to live, and it's fantastic and much better after death. But I would like to live as long as possible. Thank you and God bless every one.

By Renee', Friday, October 17, 2008 01:08:45 PM
Just prior to my Mother in Law dying, she talked to her husband of 55 years who had passed before her as if he was in the room. She was convinced he was there. Then, one day we were called by the nursing home to come and visit as soon as possible because we would not believe our eyes! She had been bedridden for months, and that day the nurses called saying she was actually dancing down the halls and speaking in a clear mind ( which ahe had not had for a very long time) We went to see her and I knew. It was her last Hoorah! She spoke to us, was happy after being totally depressed for months and was singing her favorite songs. She played with the birds in the lobby that before, she had hated the sounds of those birds! The next day, she was back in the bed, unable to rise and died only three days later. God is miraculous. He gave her those moments with me and her Son in happiness and joy after almost 5 years of agony with ovarian cancer at age 82. We treasured that day, and I still do, since her son, my husband, the last living of that family died only 2 years later through complications from MS that was only diagnosed 8 months before his passing. God had spared her losing her second son while she was alive. Her oldest committed suicide only 4 years before her sickness began. God knew she could not have taken losing another son,so he kept this illness from all of us until she had passed over. I know his Mom, Dad, and Brother must have just been waiting with smiles on their faces when they met him to take him into the light. God is AMAZING!

By Cyndi, Friday, October 17, 2008 01:08:07 PM
Being a nurse, I have done alot of private duty nursing. I have experienced my patients who were very ill, at the end, become alert & reaching out to a presense & calling a name. I have also seen a white mist appear at the foot of the bed, when the end came near. Yes, I believe in an afterlife, I have seen many patients end their time here on earth with a broad smile on their faces.

By Christina, Friday, October 17, 2008 12:03:42 PM
In 1975 I gave birth to my 3rd and last child. She decided she wanted out before the doctor got there. The nurse rushed in and there she was my beautiful 6 pounds 1/2 oz baby girl. My after bleeding was so bad they had to take me to surgery to find out why I was hemmorging 300cc blood clots. The next thing I knew I was in the ICU with tubes coming from me. I asked the nurse what was wrong with me and she said they don't know yet but we have to keep a close watch on you. I was only 21 at this time and the thought of dying scared me so much. The next thing I remember was I felt no pain only a feeling of total peace..a peace beyond anything I have ever felt in my life..here I was hovering above the ICU room I was in and seeing myself in a bed below feeling no more pain and just feeling great and I did not want to go back into that body on that bed below. Then I heard a voice from far far away telling me I had to go back that it wasn't my time yet...I said no I don't want to go back, these words were not coming out of my mouth but my thoughts.I fought with everything in me to not go back into that body but looking below I saw a woman coming next to me and putting a unit of blood on me through my tube already on my body. The next thing I knew I was in so much pain and realizing I was back into my body. To tell you all the truth is that I'm no longer scared to die just scared to leaving what will happen to my love ones when I'm gone because I'm now raising 5 young grandkids. God only knows and I hope His plans for me are for me to live a long time!

By Ruby, Friday, October 17, 2008 11:34:57 AM
My father passed last year on July 13, 2007. My sister was by his side and she said that right before my father took his last breath he said "I missed you" and he had a smile on his face as he passed away. We think it was his Mom who came for him. She passed away years earlier. I was so sad but, happy at the same time knowing my Dad was not alone on his journey and was not suffering in pain anymore.

By Linda, Friday, October 17, 2008 11:10:41 AM
My Dad died three weeks ago at age 84. Hours before he passed, he told my brother and me that we had to let him go, he had to go "Home". He asked God to take him home that night. He died at 3:00 am the following morning. The last thing he did before he died was to reach his arm skyward with his hand open. He died at 3:00 am the following morning. I don't know how anyone can doubt the reality of an afterlife. I'm looking forward to greeting my Dad and all the others who have gone before me when it's my turn.