I would think that this would meet your criteria for passings. LOL
Echoes from Eternity
Chapter 17 - A GENALOGY EXPERIENCE Page One
(207-209)
Renee Zamora
She visited our home in the spring of 1993. Renee seemed especially anxious to talk to us about her experience; she appeared to have a number of questions concerning what had happened to her. Carol and I promised to answer questions, to the best of our ability, after we completed the interview.
Her birthplace was Glens Falls, New York, in 1961, and she had three brothers and one sister. When Renee was four years old, her parents joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints; later her father served as Branch President, then Bishop, of the local church unit.
Being raised in New York, Renee attended schools in that state, and she met her husband in a young-adult camp-out for members of her church. They were married in the Washington, D.C. Temple in 1982, and at the time of our interview they had two boys and a girl. Living in Massachusetts, where his work was, they had problems during the recession, so they moved to Utah in 1989,
A Precursor Experience
Renee started to tell her story: "When we moved to Utah, my husband was having trouble finding work, and he was depressed. The landlord, where we were living, kept some money from us that he was supposed to return, but didn't The combination of no work and no money was more than I could handle.
"Lying on my bed one afternoon, crying, I remember thinking: Life is too difficult - I can't handle it anymore. How could I kill myself without causing pain to others or without hurting myself? Obviously, it was impossible to do what I asked myself, but the point is that I was seriously thinking of suicide.
"My grandmother, who had died some months earlier, suddenly was present in my room; I could feel her. She spoke to me, saying" It's only money!" As soon as I heard those words, I thought: Of course. It's not worth it. After that my suicidal feelings left me"
An Improperly Diagnosed Illness
"In 1991, here in Uth, my husband was working two jobs trying to make ends meet, and I was home with the children. Because of our lack of resources we did not have medical insurance.
"For some reason I got a really bad headache that wouldn't go away. Thinking it was just the onset of the flu, I had people give me blessings, and I tried to cope with how badly I felt. Finally, when I didn't get better, I went to see the doctor; the practitioner nurse who was there told me they would have to do tests.
"Without medical insurance we couldn't afford the tests, so the nurse gave me some antibiotics to take in the event it was some type of bacterial infection. The antibiotics seemed to affect me adversely, with an extensive rash, and I got worse.
"My illness progressively got worse, with high fevers, rashes, headaches, and exhaustion, so the doctor began to perform tests. After about two weeks they put me in the Utah Valley Regional Medical Center in Provo. A specialist was called in, and his initial diagnosis was viral-encephalitis.
"Things didn't get any better, and when my temperature rose to 106 degrees they packed me in ice. Due to the headache I had, and the way light hurt my eyes, they kept a cold, damp cloth over my eyes.
"Testing of my various functions continued; they performed an MRI, a CAT scan, a spinal, and many other tests. My headache continued to get worse, and I felt a growing numbness throughout my body. It seemed an effort just to remember to breathe.
"After two days of this in the hospital, they hooked a strong antibiotic to my I.V. apparatus; it caused another reaction in my body. My illness got worse, with vomiting and diarrhea. They kept me on the antibiotic treatment for three more days, until I got so bad that they stopped using it. During this period I had my experience."
Strange Visitors
"While I was feeling so bad, the nurses had to keep taking blood samples. It disturbed me, and I didn't like it, but I kep the cloth over my eyes because of how the light hurt them. Strangely, after a time, I was able to see the nurses coming and going, even though the cloth was still over my eyes. Wondering about it, I decided it must be the illness that was affecting me.
"Feeling so bad, I asked that no visitors be allowed - I just wanted to be left alone. My mind pondered the thought: Am I so sick that I am going to die? What about my children? I decided that if I were going to die my grandmother would come for me.
"While struggling to survive, and pondering these questions, something really peculiar happened. Passing through the door, and into my room, was a family. Their clothing was in the style of the late 1800s or early 1900s (I later looked it up). Walking past the foot of my bed, they stopped near my side. For some reason I understood the relationship that each person had to the other.
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