I have heard a number of these accounts and there’s just no way some of the circumstances can be explained by these “scientists” who are usually determined to spread their Godless beliefs.
I remember one lady in a hospital, dying in her bed. She left her body and went around various areas of the hospital, including the outside. She was brought back awhile later after flatlining, and they were quite surprised. She told them of her amazing encounter with God, what she saw, who she saw, etc. They assured her it was brain function, etc.
So she told them about certain people in certain rooms of the hospital. Then she told them to go and check the cement sill surrounding the outside of the building over on the west side, at around the 8th floor, as there was an old sneaker someone had tossed out there. They found the sneaker and didn’t say another word.
It’s out there, Laz. I guarantee you. Unless God decides that this corrupt and vicious world needs Christ to come back and straighten things up first. Either way, it’s our only hope. So, believe, be good, and love and forgive.
Ok, I’ll tell you two of the coolest experiences.
One young lady died on the operating table, and she hovered over her body for a bit. Then she got curious where her father was. She drifted through a few hospital walls to find him in the cafeteria.
She saw him there, buying a Reeses Peanut Butter cup. She remembers thinking, “Wow, that’s weird. He’s such a health fanatic, and he’s buying THAT!”
When she was brought back, much later she related her vision, and the dad was gobsmacked! “How did you see that! You were unconscious in an operating room!”
The other experience was even more profound. In it, the lady was directed that she had to come back. She didn’t want to, but it was decreed to her. She was given a laundry list of things she had yet to do.
One of them stuck out to her: Her son was going to die prematurely and she had to hold the family together through it, during its grief.
Her son was seven at the time.
So now she’s back, and every morning she wakes up, dreading the possibility... “Will he die today?”
This goes on, year after year, until finally she writes it off to a hallucination or something.
Then, at the age of 18, her son dies in a car wreck. She remembered her mission, and held the father and the two daughters together as a family.
Got chill bumps on that one.