NOTE: To properly understand and learn the full extent of what occurred the night referenced, you must read "Political Morons Heavens Witness to the Sold Souls Betraying God and Nation". Make sure to read both the First & Second Acts. Be Blessed and Rejoice that Heaven has come to save the Righteous amongst you. In turn, these righteous ones, these Elect Ones, will save millions of souls from the horrors the wicked have planned.
One cold rainy December night, a friend of mine and myself were out late. So too, was a drunk police officer coming from a Christmas Party. The officer was off duty, and playing with the bullet chamber in his gun, as he was speedily driving down the road. The head lights of his vehicle were off, and he was very quickly heading up a hill. On the other side of that hill was my friend and I.
Joe, my friend who was driving the sports car we were in, needed to make a left hand turn. We were both looking at the hill up to its peak ahead of us, and saw nothing. Joe proceeded to turn. A split second into the turn, we saw the officer's car come flying over the top of the hill which was about 100 feet away from us. With his head lights off and in the rain, we could not have known a car was on the other side of that hill when Joe made the decision it was safe to turn. My friend quickly stepped on the gas pedal to get out of the intersection. But the off duty officer was going so fast he was on top of us in a flash.
I had almost died a few times before this incident. My last thoughts in everyone of those circumstances was "How do I explain this to my mom? (to which I would answer) I can't. Then I can't die" and Lord willing (though I didn't believe then) I was saved every time before tragedy happened. But, this time was different. Staring at that car in bewilderment bulldozing directly at my passenger door, I put my right hand up to stop it. It is amazing how slow things become in your last split second. It felt like a minute. What my hand would do to stop it I don't know, but it gave me comfort having it up.
I would have thought I would be scared, or at least worried, watching that giant bullet in "slow motion" coming right at me. I wasn't. I did not even think of how my mom would take the news. I simply knew it was the end. Oddly, my very last thought was not fear, was not anger, it was just "Oh well, here I go, but where am I going?" You see, I knew with out a shadow of a doubt in that last nano second, that my spirt was about to depart my body forever.
I didn't feel a thing. Just like that, I went from being in the car, to being in a very cold and dark place. I knew I was still me. Having all the thoughts and memories of me. I was convinced I was me. So with this realization, I was pleased. I looked down to see my body. No body was there. I brought my arms up and then brought my hands within an inch (because it was so dark) in front of my eyes, to see them. There were no hands. Then out of a scene from the Exorcist I started turing my head in every direction to find my body that I was so sure must be there, because I was there. All of me, all the things that made me me, were there. But, no body was to be found. I was nothing more then a spirit with every memory of me.
It was so cold, and so dark, that now worry, started to set in. I wanted, I needed, to know where I was. So I started moving in every direction. Up, down, left, right, forwards, backwards, traveling at blazing speeds. However, all I found was more darkness, more cold. As I started to get accustom to this state, I recognized there were other things I could do. I began visiting my memories.
I was able to go to any point in my life, from the very beginning birth, up to this night. I started reviewing my life. At first, it was awesome. The smells were far more intense, the colors were far more brighter, the sounds were way more crystal clear. The smell of the food in my moms kitchen was to die for (no pun intended). The crisp clean vibrant colors were way more pleasant to observe then the colors we see. The sounds were so clear I could hear everything around me not just the conversation I was engaged in, but the wind, the background noises in clarity. Though I did not touch or taste anything, the other three senses were far beyond anything we experience in this life. In fact, I felt more alive in that moment then I do now, and that I ever have since this experience.
At first, this was pretty cool. Jumping from time to time. Experiencing it all with this heighten sense ability. But then, suddenly, I started to wind up in situations were I kept noticing I was a complete dick. I was recognizing other's feelings. I was feeling their feelings. I was able to feel what my actions made them feel like. I was feeling their pain caused by me. And I wasn't a nice person. I found myself time and time again, saying how could I have done that to that person. I was judging myself.
You see, when we die, we lose the ability to justify. There is only right, and wrong. There is no grey area, no in between. I learned, it is not God who judges us, it is we who judge ourselves.
Faced with this new reality. I got very very scared because I was discovering (for the first time) I was not a good person. I was condemming myself at almost every turn. Then it hit, or so I thought. I was in Hell. I have never been so scared in my life before or since. Upon this realization, I thought, "what would my mother do?" And immediately, JESUS, came to mind. I started screaming the name JESUS over and over and over and over. Searching thru the cold darkness for him, and screaming for him with every bit of sound I could muster up. Eventually, I was heard.
A tiny tiny spec of light appeared in the distance. But with all that darkness it was like times square. I quickly started flying towards it. As I approached this circle of light it grew bigger and bigger. I kept screaming the name JESUS. Eventually, as I got closer, I started to see into the light. It was beautiful. It was Him. But I could not get to Him, the closer I got the larger the circle got, but I never actually made it to Him. Larger and larger the circle of light became, till it was about sixteen feet in diameter, but still not able to touch Him, not near Him.
Then the entire circle of light became like a screen in the movie theatre. On that screen was the car accident. But not from after it, or from when it happened, but from before it happened. Jesus, had reverted time backwards. I could see the drunk off duty officer first notice us. I could see his surprise. I saw him putting all his weight on the brakes to try and stop his vehicle, literally standing up in his car. I could see me staring at him with my hand raised in the air trying to stop him. I watched as the officer's car brakes fully locked, and picked up speed, because of the wet pavement which the car was sliding on. I watched me, as I was hit, expressionless. After impact, I watched the car Joe and I were in travel through the air sideways about 25 feet. I saw my friend turn to see where he was flying in the air too, only to discover he was about to hit a telephone pole exactly were he was sitting head on. I watched the car bounce off the telephone pole and completely flip 360 degrees around, landing on its wheels bouncing violently.
Then the miracle. As the car was bouncing from being hit on both sides and then flipping over, as soon as the bouncing stopped, Jesus, pushed me through the circle of light. I was pushed back into my seat. But, no Joe was there to my left (he was in the ambulance already), and when I looked to my right, there were four firemen standing around talking. I looked up at them and said, "hey, what about me?" They all turned white as ghosts, and started saying "He is alive." "Oh my God, he is alive." They told me how lucky I was, that they were waiting for the hurst, and that I was pronounced dead already. That people in my seat in accidents no where near as worse were usually dead. Apparently, 45 minutes had passed since the firemen were on the scene.
I did not walk away injury free. Neither did Joe. But we did walk away alive. I did walk away knowing then, now, and forever that JESUS is real. That JESUS gave me a second chance at this stage of my life. A second chance to save my soul. A mission to inform others of His existence and of the fact that we judge ourselves in an environment where you can't make excuses, or sugar coat the reality, or be deceptive. I thank you for reading my story. And I pray you search out God to develop a relationship with him. For HE is a Living God. We are not just flesh. We are spiritual beings whom are just beginning our journey of Life.
May your Life be Blessed now and always...
"WHEN READING THE HOLY BIBLE the WORDS IN "RED" (these are the words Christ Jesus spoke) are BY FAR the most important words. Read them, Re-Read them, and Keep Re-Reading them till they are Engraved in your mind..." CT 151
Joe, my friend who was driving the sports car we were in, needed to make a left hand turn. We were both looking at the hill up to its peak ahead of us, and saw nothing. Joe proceeded to turn. A split second into the turn, we saw the officer's car come flying over the top of the hill which was about 100 feet away from us. With his head lights off and in the rain, we could not have known a car was on the other side of that hill when Joe made the decision it was safe to turn. My friend quickly stepped on the gas pedal to get out of the intersection. But the off duty officer was going so fast he was on top of us in a flash.
I had almost died a few times before this incident. My last thoughts in everyone of those circumstances was "How do I explain this to my mom? (to which I would answer) I can't. Then I can't die" and Lord willing (though I didn't believe then) I was saved every time before tragedy happened. But, this time was different. Staring at that car in bewilderment bulldozing directly at my passenger door, I put my right hand up to stop it. It is amazing how slow things become in your last split second. It felt like a minute. What my hand would do to stop it I don't know, but it gave me comfort having it up.
I would have thought I would be scared, or at least worried, watching that giant bullet in "slow motion" coming right at me. I wasn't. I did not even think of how my mom would take the news. I simply knew it was the end. Oddly, my very last thought was not fear, was not anger, it was just "Oh well, here I go, but where am I going?" You see, I knew with out a shadow of a doubt in that last nano second, that my spirt was about to depart my body forever.
I didn't feel a thing. Just like that, I went from being in the car, to being in a very cold and dark place. I knew I was still me. Having all the thoughts and memories of me. I was convinced I was me. So with this realization, I was pleased. I looked down to see my body. No body was there. I brought my arms up and then brought my hands within an inch (because it was so dark) in front of my eyes, to see them. There were no hands. Then out of a scene from the Exorcist I started turing my head in every direction to find my body that I was so sure must be there, because I was there. All of me, all the things that made me me, were there. But, no body was to be found. I was nothing more then a spirit with every memory of me.
It was so cold, and so dark, that now worry, started to set in. I wanted, I needed, to know where I was. So I started moving in every direction. Up, down, left, right, forwards, backwards, traveling at blazing speeds. However, all I found was more darkness, more cold. As I started to get accustom to this state, I recognized there were other things I could do. I began visiting my memories.
I was able to go to any point in my life, from the very beginning birth, up to this night. I started reviewing my life. At first, it was awesome. The smells were far more intense, the colors were far more brighter, the sounds were way more crystal clear. The smell of the food in my moms kitchen was to die for (no pun intended). The crisp clean vibrant colors were way more pleasant to observe then the colors we see. The sounds were so clear I could hear everything around me not just the conversation I was engaged in, but the wind, the background noises in clarity. Though I did not touch or taste anything, the other three senses were far beyond anything we experience in this life. In fact, I felt more alive in that moment then I do now, and that I ever have since this experience.
At first, this was pretty cool. Jumping from time to time. Experiencing it all with this heighten sense ability. But then, suddenly, I started to wind up in situations were I kept noticing I was a complete dick. I was recognizing other's feelings. I was feeling their feelings. I was able to feel what my actions made them feel like. I was feeling their pain caused by me. And I wasn't a nice person. I found myself time and time again, saying how could I have done that to that person. I was judging myself.
You see, when we die, we lose the ability to justify. There is only right, and wrong. There is no grey area, no in between. I learned, it is not God who judges us, it is we who judge ourselves.
Faced with this new reality. I got very very scared because I was discovering (for the first time) I was not a good person. I was condemming myself at almost every turn. Then it hit, or so I thought. I was in Hell. I have never been so scared in my life before or since. Upon this realization, I thought, "what would my mother do?" And immediately, JESUS, came to mind. I started screaming the name JESUS over and over and over and over. Searching thru the cold darkness for him, and screaming for him with every bit of sound I could muster up. Eventually, I was heard.
A tiny tiny spec of light appeared in the distance. But with all that darkness it was like times square. I quickly started flying towards it. As I approached this circle of light it grew bigger and bigger. I kept screaming the name JESUS. Eventually, as I got closer, I started to see into the light. It was beautiful. It was Him. But I could not get to Him, the closer I got the larger the circle got, but I never actually made it to Him. Larger and larger the circle of light became, till it was about sixteen feet in diameter, but still not able to touch Him, not near Him.
Then the entire circle of light became like a screen in the movie theatre. On that screen was the car accident. But not from after it, or from when it happened, but from before it happened. Jesus, had reverted time backwards. I could see the drunk off duty officer first notice us. I could see his surprise. I saw him putting all his weight on the brakes to try and stop his vehicle, literally standing up in his car. I could see me staring at him with my hand raised in the air trying to stop him. I watched as the officer's car brakes fully locked, and picked up speed, because of the wet pavement which the car was sliding on. I watched me, as I was hit, expressionless. After impact, I watched the car Joe and I were in travel through the air sideways about 25 feet. I saw my friend turn to see where he was flying in the air too, only to discover he was about to hit a telephone pole exactly were he was sitting head on. I watched the car bounce off the telephone pole and completely flip 360 degrees around, landing on its wheels bouncing violently.
Then the miracle. As the car was bouncing from being hit on both sides and then flipping over, as soon as the bouncing stopped, Jesus, pushed me through the circle of light. I was pushed back into my seat. But, no Joe was there to my left (he was in the ambulance already), and when I looked to my right, there were four firemen standing around talking. I looked up at them and said, "hey, what about me?" They all turned white as ghosts, and started saying "He is alive." "Oh my God, he is alive." They told me how lucky I was, that they were waiting for the hurst, and that I was pronounced dead already. That people in my seat in accidents no where near as worse were usually dead. Apparently, 45 minutes had passed since the firemen were on the scene.
I did not walk away injury free. Neither did Joe. But we did walk away alive. I did walk away knowing then, now, and forever that JESUS is real. That JESUS gave me a second chance at this stage of my life. A second chance to save my soul. A mission to inform others of His existence and of the fact that we judge ourselves in an environment where you can't make excuses, or sugar coat the reality, or be deceptive. I thank you for reading my story. And I pray you search out God to develop a relationship with him. For HE is a Living God. We are not just flesh. We are spiritual beings whom are just beginning our journey of Life.
May your Life be Blessed now and always...
"WHEN READING THE HOLY BIBLE the WORDS IN "RED" (these are the words Christ Jesus spoke) are BY FAR the most important words. Read them, Re-Read them, and Keep Re-Reading them till they are Engraved in your mind..." CT 151
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