Post by Scottish Lassie on May 15, 2017 1:59:58 GMT -5
Taken from a book Life After Death by Harold Klemp.
Lenny was a seeker. Years ago Lenny had gone hunting in a neighbour's field with his father, brother, and a neighbour friend. Tragedy was to change Lenny's life. Lightening struck both him and his neighbour, who died immediately. Lenny himself went into cardiac arrest. His brother revived him enroute to the hospital. In the emergency room, however, his heart failed again.
The medical staff tried everything in its power to revive him, but without success. Unable to make out a sign of life, the Doctor signalled a nurse to pull the plug. As she bent over to disconnect the monitors, the faintest bleep sounded from the EKG. The team sprang into action, reviving Lenny. He lay in a coma for six hours, but seemingly unconscious, he had actually awakened out of the body, in the inner worlds.
A realm of stunning beauty greeted him. There he found delightful rest and peace. His was a flood of bliss and ecstasy, and in that place of unspeakable love, Lenny caught sight of his neighbour, who had been struck by lightening and translated (died). The man was lingering near a stairway leading to an even greater light. He motioned for Lenny to join him; they would ascend the stairs together. Lenny shook his head, No, there was still plenty for him to see and do on Earth.
Then a man with a snowy white beard and in a long white robe addressed him. Was this God?( Lenny was to find out later, that this exalted being would never make a pretense of being God.) the old man spoke of the changes to come for Lenny: his future. Lenny met other beings too. One especially striking man had a gleaming bald head, but more about that later.
Lenny could only recall fragments of his inner conversations with those beings, though the beauty and tranquility of that world was like an exquisite script engraved upon his heart. His memory of that celestial place enfolded him in an aura of peace and contentment. So profound and pure, in fact, was this recollection, that he would spend many fruitless years trying either to recapture or escape its memory.
Lenny was a seeker. Years ago Lenny had gone hunting in a neighbour's field with his father, brother, and a neighbour friend. Tragedy was to change Lenny's life. Lightening struck both him and his neighbour, who died immediately. Lenny himself went into cardiac arrest. His brother revived him enroute to the hospital. In the emergency room, however, his heart failed again.
The medical staff tried everything in its power to revive him, but without success. Unable to make out a sign of life, the Doctor signalled a nurse to pull the plug. As she bent over to disconnect the monitors, the faintest bleep sounded from the EKG. The team sprang into action, reviving Lenny. He lay in a coma for six hours, but seemingly unconscious, he had actually awakened out of the body, in the inner worlds.
A realm of stunning beauty greeted him. There he found delightful rest and peace. His was a flood of bliss and ecstasy, and in that place of unspeakable love, Lenny caught sight of his neighbour, who had been struck by lightening and translated (died). The man was lingering near a stairway leading to an even greater light. He motioned for Lenny to join him; they would ascend the stairs together. Lenny shook his head, No, there was still plenty for him to see and do on Earth.
Then a man with a snowy white beard and in a long white robe addressed him. Was this God?( Lenny was to find out later, that this exalted being would never make a pretense of being God.) the old man spoke of the changes to come for Lenny: his future. Lenny met other beings too. One especially striking man had a gleaming bald head, but more about that later.
Lenny could only recall fragments of his inner conversations with those beings, though the beauty and tranquility of that world was like an exquisite script engraved upon his heart. His memory of that celestial place enfolded him in an aura of peace and contentment. So profound and pure, in fact, was this recollection, that he would spend many fruitless years trying either to recapture or escape its memory.