WHAT I SAW (8th anniversary) Part 7

I believe you see that there was little chance of me surviving on that Saturday/Sunday except for the Lord’s intervention.  Take notice of the fact that the attack happened about 4:30 or 5:00 and I did not get to the operating room until  11:30 I  believe that was in answer to prayer. 

I think it was more than a year before I could tell anyone what happened to me – what I saw/heard. I will try to give some details—most of which I have told few people, some I have told no one.  Some scenes agree with others who tell of near-death experience.  Some do not.  I do not recall any chronological order to these scenes..

  1. There was a tunnel; however, I had gone through a tunnel on the way up the mountain, so it is possible that scene could have been planted in my head.  It also could have other significance.
  2. At the entrance to the tunnel was a mountain of rocky cliffs.  A hand like Jesus’ hand was reaching down.
  3. There was A sense that I was being dragged back and forth horizontally through a hoop.  I felt like a balloon pulled back and forth through the hoop.  I believe that was caused by my doctors working at keeping me alive.  Sort of like they were about to lose me, then they would bring me back.  I was greatly troubled over that for many days.
  4. I could hear someone speaking a foreign language.  I identified with it being spoken by a missionary.  At this point I believe, some one was interceding for me.  Either a foreign language speaker whom I probably do not know but through whom the Holy Spirit was working.  Or, maybe more likely an English speaker who was praying for me in another language such as that referred to as a “gift of the Spirit.”  I do have family and friends who would allow the Holy Spirit to direct them in this way.
  5. I believed that I heard Carl, my son, consoling members of my family by saying that they must remember that I had reached my goal by going to heaven.  This was happening in a different room from where I was.  Carl says he does not remember doing this although he was there praying with family.  So I can’t explain why it seemed to me that he was consoling them as if I had died. Maybe to comfort my mind about my family?
  6. I did see people I recognized who have already passed into heaven.  I saw them in black and white as silhouettes would appear behind a screen; it was like they were around  the corner behind a partial wall in an adjoining room.  I don’t remember who they were but at that time I recognized all except a young girl who I was guess was about 12 or 13 years old.  The fact that I did not recognize her makes me believe even more that this was an actual occurrence.  I can understand why I might place certain people in heaven waiting for me, but I cannot believe I would have imagined a young girl whom I did not know.
  1. There were two figures in the room with me which I recognized as angels.  They were vastly different.  One was the figure of a man dressed in bronze and gold somewhat like a Roman soldier, but he wore a helmet that looked like an English policeman would wear.  I can’t visualize the helmet now; that’s as close as I can come to describing it.  He was standing in the right-hand corner of the operating room at the wall behind me.  The other figure was at the wall directly behind my head; it was a dull light similar to a solar light that might be in a garden.  I recognized it as another angel.  Doesn’t make sense, does it?  If I had been making this up, hallucinating, dreaming, or whatever, wouldn’t you think I would have seen two angels that were similar?   I believe one of those angels was there to take me to heaven if I died; I think the other might have been more of a protecting angel.  I don’t know.
  2. Now for another image.  There was a man in a brown business suit who walked through the room.  Of all these images that one seems the strangest.  It would be easy to say I believe he was a third angel, but that wouldn’t be true.  Who was he and why was he there?


Image: Aldiyar Seitkassymov

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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2 Responses to WHAT I SAW (8th anniversary) Part 7

  1. floridaborne says:

    There are many versions of the near death experience. Some people have a life review where they can see and feel the emotions others experienced from their actions.

  2. Faye says:

    This is indeed powerful and real. I KNOW God the Holy Spirit Who is the GOD of THE SPIRIT WORLD and He ALONE inspires and leads, How He does this wiil be according to the individuals need and faith. You knew Christ……..Praise God indeed for your journey and your life. This is beautiful. The counterfeiter is incapable of weaving such a beautiful and intricate journey. Blessings. Thank you for the post sharing. .

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