This is the MOST wonderful information in the history of the
What do I mean?
Can you imagine the changes in this world if everyone KNEW life didn't end at death?
Caveat: That doesn't mean that one should be in any hurry to die. Keep reading and find out why.
What is an NDE?
Dr. Raymond Moody coined the term "Near Death Experience". Basically, what it is is this: A person dies, their spirit separates from their body and they have an experience in that state. Then, they come back into their body, usually resuscitated by humans, but not always by humans. Sometimes the resuscitation defies all logic and scientific explanation.
Don't confuse the NDE with the OBE.
The OBE is an out-of-body experience. This differs from the NDE in that the body does not die when the spirit separates, usually for a very brief period of time. The OBE experience is sometimes similar to the NDE, but does not include as many of the same experiences.
NDE StatisticsAccording to Vince Migliore , the following statistics apply to NDEs:
Mr. Migliore takes his statistics from the International Association for Near Death Studies (IANDS). 
There are some common elements of most NDE's, but everyone's NDE is different, almost as if it was tailored to the individual.
* According to Dr. Kimberly Clark Sharp's research, as much as 14% of NDE experiencers have frightening NDE experiences (out of 2000 people interviewed). [published on YouTube in 2009 but looks much older, like from the 1990's].
* According to IANDS'
own website, there have been multiple studies reporting the following rates
of negative/frightening NDEs:
I have taken the liberty of calculating the mean of all six statistics (14+17+18+30+8.6+15) ÷ 6 = 17.1%
A large study conducted in the Netherlands showed that 18% of people who suffered a cardiac arrest and were clinically dead had later reported an NDE.
According IANDS' website, no two NDEs are identical and there is no element that is common to all NDEs.
Personal Feelings about
I have mixed feelings about people who have NDEs and then publish books and/or go on speaking tours to make money off of their NDE experience. I do not think that God looks favorably on people profiting from their spiritual experiences. I understand that people need to eat and they need a shelter to live in, but you'd think that this kind of information ought to be given freely, free of charge, out of love.
I also understand that perhaps the best way to get the word out is by writing a book, BUT $62.53 for a book about one person's NDE seems a bit exorbitant, doesn't it? (That's the price of "A Room Nearby" by Daniel and Kathy Baker on Amazon).
I believe that all NDE knowledge and research ought to be given freely and free of charge, so without purchasing a single book by someone profiting from their own NDE, I present what information I have gathered from various sources. When I know the source, I quote it. Other information is from my own experiences and reflect my own thoughts on the matter.
My Own NDE/OBE:
I saw Hell and I saw Heaven.
(Free of Charge, by the way!)
You must understand the things I was going through at the time. I had graduated from university (BYU), but could not find a job in my field (teaching). I ended up working as a bus boy making minimum wage (it was not enough to support myself), so I was living at mom and dad's, until my dad yelled at me for no good reason (Oh! he had a reason all right, but it was completely inane and he had NO foundation to be yelling at me and censuring me, NONE!) I moved out that same day, put everything I owned into the back of my Ford Escort and went far away to look for work in another state.
I had no decent job, no friends, no family, no girlfriend. I had to work graveyard shift for minimum wage (again) and barely had enough money to pay for a room in a house. I was in credit card debt up to my eyeballs and had no hope for a bright future. So, what did I do? Well, being a Mormon (at the time) I knew that suicide was out of the question, for I would go straight to hell. So, every morning before I went to sleep, (remember I worked graveyard shift), I prayed that God would just take me in my sleep and put me out of my misery. After about a month of praying thusly every morning and crying myself to sleep, I had an experience. I'm not sure how to classify it. Did I die? I don't know. But, I certainly left my body and was sent straight to hell. I didn't realize it was hell at the time (only when I awoke). That was twenty two years ago and I still remember the experience very clearly in my mind.
It started with me in a very dark place. I felt as if it had no boundary. It was immense darkness and I could see no boundary. Although there was no light source, I could see in this dark place. It was like a wilderness of rock and soil, no plants or animals. I walked along a pathway until I came to a river. It was a deep and murky river, and it was quite wide. I stood at the edge of the river for a long time wondering what to do next. I don't know how long, but it was long enough for me to wonder what this place was and why I was there.
Then, as I looked to see what was on the other side of the river, I saw a dark, gossamer figure coming toward me in a boat. Finally, he arrived at the shore and bade me board the boat, which I did, not really feeling like I had a choice. I mean to go back where I had come from meant going into the dark void.
When we arrived at the other shore, he bade me disembark, which I did. I walked around my new environment. It felt as if it was to be my new home. Nobody told me that. It was strange how I just "knew" things. I decided to become familiar with my new environment. It was very dirty. I mean there was garbage laying around everywhere and nobody seemed to care. Yes, I finally became aware that there were others in this waste land. All the people were engrossed in themselves. Nobody paid me any attention. They didn't even acknowledge my existence. There were people of all walks of life, all races, and both genders. I saw two people talking (about themselves mostly, complaining about their lives), and I went up to them and asked, "Where is my house?" They just ignored me, as if I wasn't even there.
So, I began to collect materials to build my own house. I collected dirty, crumpled up paper, cardboard, discarded boards, bent nails, anything that I could find laying on the ground. After a while, I felt that I had collected enough materials. I needed tools. I went looking for tools. I asked, "Anybody know where I can get a hammer?" Again, I was ignored. So, I picked up a rock and used it to hammer in the nails.
After some time, it was finished. It wasn't pretty, but it would serve it's purpose. It would be my house, where I could retire to and be alone, if I wanted to. So, I entered my newly constructed abode. I felt good. I was lonely, but I was the king of my own shack.
No sooner had I entered my shack and sat down to rest, but hundreds of people came running toward me. My view was limited to the doorway of my shack, which had no door. People came rushing in, screaming, fighting to be the first to come in. They all wanted to have MY house that I had built with my own hands. People got stuck in the door and I was horrified. Some had come in and it was getting crowded, and I'm claustrophobic. I began to scream, "Get out of my house!"
And I awoke so scared and sweating.
It wasn't until twenty years later that I would recognize the full significance of that experience; But at that time, I had enough sense to stop praying for death, because if that was where I was headed, then I didn't want to die.
Twenty years later
Approximately twenty years later, I had another experience. This time, I'm pretty sure that I didn't die, but I'm convinced that I left my body.
I was in a beautiful, well-manicured town. The flowers, the lawns, the houses, the gardens were all immaculate. I walked along a pathway between the rows of houses, not a one the same as another, but all so beautifully constructed. I knew exactly where I was going. I was going to see MY house that was being constructed for me.
I arrived at my house and it was gorgeous! Just as I would want my house to be. It had siding of beautiful redwood singles that just glistened in the light, almost as if each one had been shellacked. There was a beautiful, covered entry way and a nice driveway. I didn't see anyone, so I went to the side gate and walked into the backyard. There was the guy I was looking for. He was doing the backyard landscape. He asked me how I liked it. It was nice, but honestly I would have done things differently. I wanted a stream flowing around my backyard with intermittent pools of water, one big enough to wade in, kind of like a Jacuzzi. I pictured it as I wanted it in my head as I looked around; but not wanting to hurt my friend's feelings, I said, "It looks great!" After all, it wasn't like I was paying him. He was building the house for me out of the goodness of his heart. So, I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, you know?
He smiled and said, "Come back tomorrow. I should be finished by then."
So, the dream/vision skipped to the next day, and again I was walking up the same path to my new house. As I walked into the backyard, it was exactly how I had envisioned it in my mind! It was perfect! I thought, "Now, I could spend eternity in a place like this!"
And I awoke.
What did it all mean?
Upon awaking and pondering the experience that I had just had, I realized what the first experience meant twenty years ago. At that time I was selfish and only thought of myself. Furthermore, I was filled with ill-feelings toward my parents (mostly my father). I was full of negative emotions, mostly feeling sorry for myself. So, where did God send me? To the part of hell with all the other selfish people who only thought of themselves and what the world owed THEM.
By the time I had the second experience, I had learned to be selfLESS, to stop thinking about myself and think about other people. My life had become about others, not myself. At the same time, I was much happier, full of love and forgiveness for all people who'd ever hurt me.
I was reminded of the scripture, "In my father's house, there are many mansions. There I go to prepare a place for you." And there he was, preparing a place for me.
You see? In hell there are no houses or mansions, or any kind of personal abode. You are abodeless.
My experiences (above) are explained by one man's NDE:
Religion and NDEs
I'm not going to reprint the data here; you can click on the link above and see the raw data. What I find interesting is the numbers of people claiming religious affiliation BEFORE and AFTER the NDE. The numbers increased for EVERY single religion including "Spiritual" AFTER the NDE. What does that tell us?
It tells us that the Being or beings in the afterlife did not mention the ONE and TRUE religion. Nobody comes back from an NDE and says, "God told me to join ______ religion." We can infer from that fact that God doesn't really care which religion we belong to.
It ALSO tells us that many people tend to go back to or become more involved in their own religion, whatever that may be. Not all go back to religion. Out of 280 participants 7 gave no response for their religious preference after the NDE. However, interestingly, no one reported being an Atheist after the NDE. NO ONE! The 7 who gave no response probably hadn't accommodated the experience into their psyche yet and hadn't made up their minds.
The question is: Why? (Why do people go back to or become more involved in THEIR OWN religion?)
Well, Jody gives her conclusions at the end of her "paper". She concludes that people's religion plays a BIG part in how people interpret their experience. However, she notes that after people have had an NDE, they are less interested in the dogma of the religion and more interested in the spirit of the religion. (Her words, not mine).
Since God doesn't care which religion we belong to, what DOES He care about? To put it another way, what is the message from the other side?
Well, let's read some reports of NDEs, shall we? (I have only given the part relevant to the question above).
I'm not finished. This is a work in progress. Come back again, later, please.
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