Well some people say there's no God, no Heaven, no Hell, and no Jesus. They also say that they have never seen him so why should they believe that there is a God, Jesus, Holy Spirit? Others believe and have seen or felt that. Well I am one of those that have not just once or twice but four times seen Jesus, and heard the audible voice of God, and felt the Holy Spirit’s touch.
It all started when I was a young girl. My aunt Kay was my Sunday school teacher. My parents would go to church but I found out that my mother was always dabbling in other religions and not really focusing on being a Christian, and my father would just go to church but found him self teetering in believing in God to no belief whatsoever, then four years before the end of his life he became saved (a born again spirit filled Christian). I was growing up with my Aunt and Uncle teaching me about Jesus. They just loved him, never believing anything else other than him. I never thought that I would have seen him or go to Heaven. Tragically, when I was five years old I was assaulted and molested. During that time I had gone to Heaven. I found myself walking in this beautiful place where I felt safe, secure, and a great love and peace over me. As I began to look around I saw a river, clear and transparent almost crystal, the green grass was as deep as an emerald stone, the sky was so beautiful as the light was so bright. Then I looked to see who was holding my hand. It was Jesus. His eyes were like fire and ever so kind, so full of the purest of love that you could ever imagine. His hand was so big compared to mine. It had light coming out of where the nail went through his hand. Jesus took me to this wonderful place where I saw lots of children. As the other children gathered around Jesus and myself, he talked to us. I knew what was happening to my body, I felt no fear, I was in pure peace. Jesus proceeded to tell me that the other children there had gone or are going through the very same thing I was and that I was not alone but I was safe in his arms. He told me all about his Daddy’s love for me (God The Father), and how much that he loved me. We talked about what he had did on the cross, how he had to do it because he loved us so much. Jesus also told me about how he loves everyone not just those that do good but even those who do horrible things and how they too can receive his love. He told me that he hates how people don’t value children or others lives. He was very upset about how people were hurting others. As I just sat there on his lap holding him close, listening to his wisdom about things pertaining to God and how he loves us, I would listen to heart beating inside his chest, just as I found myself with my Father resting in his arms. There is nothing like it to a child to be able to have that time of cuddle time really, snuggling and listening to the heartbeat of their father, or listening to the voice of Daddy talk as it lingers to a resounding rhythm. Then I found myself in total peace as Jesus told me it was time for me to return to my body and it was safe. I never really talked about this to anyone being younger as I chose not to dwell on it. The next time I had an encounter with God was when I was pregnant with my first son. My first husband Steve who has since passed away, was waiting for me outside as I was to have an emergency C section. My blood pressure was sky high as they had tried to induce me, and I wouldn’t respond to dilate. My son was six weeks premature at his birth back in October 1988. They had put me out completely to move faster in the surgery, well I remember drifting off to sleep as I was counting backwards with all the medical staff there getting ready for me to fall fast asleep. Well I nodded off so they proceeded. As they did I soon found myself sitting up and looking at them working away I was talking to them, “Hey hello can you stop please stop I am awake!" Then I looked up and started to walk to the door exploding with light. I walked through the long hallway. After I opened up the door I entered in to the light to find hands and faces on the other side. As I kept walking thought I felt this great love and peace over me as I knew where I was, but this time around I was asking why am I here? Jesus just wanted to talk to me as I was about to give birth to a baby boy. Jesus just told me how much he loved me and I had to go back to care for this baby boy and how special that he is to my life and to Jesus. He told me he has great plans for him. As I soon woke up to myself feeling a panic, I had to see the baby, I needed to see my baby. I remember seeing a beautiful baby boy with lots of hair on his head but he was breathing very hard and was in discomfort, but they would take him to another hospital. He would been there for a few weeks till his left lung was better. I kept praying and asking for God to heal him, but I had a great peace and just believed in Jesus and how he would heal my son , my baby boy. My son is now 18 and thriving. I had clinically died. Similarly, just before my youngest daughter was born I was put to sleep once again only to find myself hovering above my body and the surgical staff. Outside the operating room I saw my husband sitting out in a chair looking worried and waiting to hear what was happening (my husband confirmed where he was sitting to me later exactly as I had seen him). Then I walked passed him in to the light and found myself with Jesus telling me how he had a plan for me and for this baby and how I had to return back to my body. I was not to stay, not yet, it wasn’t my time as I wanted to stay with him, but he showed me the baby girl and my other two children Justin and Serena, and how my husband Richard would need me, and I wasn’t to ask why but to hurry back to my body to do his will. He said he would come to me again with more detail of his will, and when he would, I would be ready for what was to come next.
The next encounter I had with Jesus was in my bedroom. I was asleep with my husband, when I saw people worshiping Jesus in the dusk sky, with their hands outstretched up to Jesus, and singing with their hearts just pouring out all that they had for him, when the deep dusk night sky, that was covered in cloud cover began to part and soon there were these beautiful clear stars that twinkled brighter and brighter. Then the night starry sky opened up to be a bright light. As I began to feel the Holy Spirit’s peace, I heard the voice of Daddy God as I saw Jesus with his hands coming through the sky, stars, clouds, and my bedroom ceiling coming closer to me. I heard him once again telling me how much he loved me and how he was wanting me to do more of his work, and that he would be using me and my singing voice to proclaim his love for all, and how his love was tangible love that anyone could have. Well I had woken up because my husband had bumped me, and I woke up to find that Jesus was really there, as I asked Daddy God if I could tell my husband that he was here he told me no that he was here just for me, and that he would return later to talk to my husband, and how he had to go now but that he was pleased. Then as he was leaving I was holding the garment of his clothes, trying to hold on to his garments tighter, they slipped through my hands and he was gone. As well as Heaven, I was also taken up to see Hell, a real place where I saw people experiencing unimagineable pain, torment, and eternal separation from God. In The New Testament, Jesus speaks more about Hell than Heaven because He doesn't want anyone to go there. As God leads me, I will share more about this experience shortly so check back soon. People often wonder why a loving God would send people to Hell. People send themselves to Hell by cutting themselves off from God, not repenting from sin and accepting His free gift of salvation through Jesus Christ. Jesus gave everything for you and me by dying on the cross for our sin and rising from death. The glories of Heaven and the horrors of Hell cannot easily be put into words.
