I seldom share details about my death experience, as the experience itself is not that important. What is important is what I learned from the experience.
If I were to own the experience as a possession and think myself special it would only inflate my ego and make me full of myself. When I am full of myself I have no room for God. True strength only comes through us during our personal weakness.
The most important thing that I learned, God is real and that Jesus is my Savior as He lowered Himself to our level and was born in the flesh to teach us how to grow to be like Him.
Ever since my experience, it’s as though I am not fully back in my physical body. I am aware of spirits or souls of people even if they do not have a physical body. With this awareness I am a tool or servant to help misguided souls find their way to redemption.
The experience of God is profound beyond words. It truly is the treasure buried in the field that you would sell all your possessions to purchase the field. I left it very reluctantly and miss it beyond what words can describe. Meeting God is such a profound peace that the emptiness of returning to my physical body is absolute torture. Thinking of Him and the experience as I type these words brings tears to my eyes.
Wow. Thank you for your response. Brought tears to my eyes, also. Gives me hope.