I saw my wife flatline for good on September 12, 2022…. that long, straight line that means an incarnation is over — unless God still has plans for you down here. I look forward to seeing my wife Margi again, all young, healthy, happy and looking age 30, AFTER I complete some important tasks down here.
For the basically good 75% of us, death means a release from pain and trouble, and going to a temporary heaven and growing up a lot there by talking with angels and seeing a life-review video. (Btw, this is a real tombstone.)
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…..Why I am eager to change this country
Negroes running rampant…..
……Atheist gets to see God
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Jack Cameron
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On Death
Seems an appropriate enough time to write this, seeing as the dark powers have lurched forward their plans as though they’re frightened of something that approaches.
When I was in my late teens, my mother died.
Her heart stopped for six minutes, in the back of an ambulance, as she was rushed to hospital. She had suffered a cardiac arrest, and she flatlined as the paramedics worked frantically over her.
My mother (she’s dead now, dementia having claimed her many decades later) was an atheist at that time.
Like my father, she was a victim of the Will Durant husband-and-wife historian team who managed to convince even a generation of churchgoers in America that there was nothing beyond death except oblivion.
In that ambulance her life changed drastically.
None of us knew anything about it until a couple of days after the fact, when she was recovering in intensive care. She knew I was a believer, I always was, and she called me to her bedside while my father was out of the room.
Over the course of the next thirty minutes or so, she told me about what she’d experienced after she’d died.
Her voice trembled for a while at first, and she would lapse into tears now and then, but not tears of sadness or fear. They were tears of pure elation.
She said that even when she flatlined, she never really “lost” her consciousness. There was a pulling sensation, a sudden release that she likened to a “pop” — and there she was… on the ceiling of the ambulance looking down at her own body.
She said that she didn’t recognize herself at first. It was like looking at a “piece of meat or a store mannequin”. She felt no connection to what hade been, until just a second ago, her own body.
She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t alarmed or disoriented. Only curious.
She watched as the men worked on her, noting everything they attempted – remarking specifically how, when they were doing chest compressions, one of the paramedics dropped his stethoscope on the floor and stooped to pick it up.
(Yes, I later checked with the paramedics. That actually happened while she was flatlined.)
This continued for about a minute, but then she felt an urge to look away, upward, and looked beyond the roof of the ambulance.
Without conscious thought, she moved upward. She felt as though she was covering a great distance very rapidly, but there was none of the effects of acceleration we experience in bodies.
She was surrounded by stars (it was just after dinner) and for the first time she realized that she wasn’t seeing as she’d normally done.
She could see up and down, right and left, back and front, a full 360 degrees in all directions, at once.
“It felt like that’s how it was supposed to be,” she commented dryly.
By this stage, I thought it must have been a dream or a hallucination brought on by a lack of oxygen going to her brain. Later, in my research, I learned that the opposite is true; lower oxygen levels don’t cause hallucinations.
“It was beyond real,” she said (I’m paraphrasing the best I can). “It was realer-than-real. This, now, here,” she gestured around the room, “this [life on earth] feels like a dream. That was real.”
*** This feeling 1) that heaven is far more real than earth, and 2) seeing things in 360 degrees are both classic NDE experiences.
This earth seems like a faded 1930s black-and-white movie compared to the vibrant colors and sharpness of everything up there.
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I wasn’t going to argue, I was a little concerned that she might get more upset, so I just listened, pausing her to ask a short question here or there.
“Then, all of a sudden, I was on a road, in the middle of a valley,’ she said, her eyes shining. “There were wildflowers everywhere… and the colors! I can remember that there were all the normal colors, and about two or maybe three more.”
She scrunched up her face in thought, as though she were trying to recall exactly what these mystery colors looked like, or what combination of our colors they might have been. She never did manage to describe them, except to say they were “magnificent”.
She described encountering people. They, like the surroundings, were beautiful and “glowing”.
“I have known these people forever,” she insisted. I figured that she meant that they were her mother or father or her dead older brother. When asked, she just said that she did know who they’d been at the time they were alive, but that memory was hidden from her, like a curtain being lowered on a stage.
Over the years I managed to get more out of her on that topic, and in summary, her earnest belief was that this was a kind of “family of souls”–hundreds, perhaps thousands strong–who have lived lives since the beginning of creation, and have chosen to return and share the experience of life over and over again… always together.
*** Have you ever felt an “instant connection!” to someone?
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I asked her how it felt to be dead, beyond the hyperreal sensation. She said it was so good she could never describe it in a million years. All her pain from her heart attack had disappeared completely, and it was replaced by a kind of baseline of immediate, tangible love and warmth that she likened to the sensation one has when they receive a hug as a child.
Yes, she said it was God who was hugging her, and that He was literally there.
At that time she experienced a life review, and it was a “literal reliving of my entire life, from the moment of my birth”, except in the unusual way in which time operated in the heavenly realm.
If I have it right, time there isn’t linear. She tried (in her way) to make the comparison, but I’m not sure it ever really clicked with me.
Here, life is a sequence of events. There, there is no sequence. All occurs, but the “all” is comprehendible there, whereas it would be a mess here, with our small chimp brains.
She said that during the life review, she was held in love by God, which was necessary because of the intensity of the experience. She lived her life again, yes, but she experienced it “from all possible perspectives of everyone I interacted with”.
So when she’d hurt a teenage friend’s feelings in 9th grade, she felt her own feelings from the time, but also
felt the pain she’d caused in the other person–“only magnified about a hundred times over”.
It was even more significant than that, because she claimed to be able to comprehend the causal effects of her actions out to many degrees of separation. What she did to one person affected another, which affected three others, which affected ten others, etc.
She described it as being “both the most beautiful and the most horrible experience of my life”.
Small slights to others felt like total heartbreak. Insignificant gestures of kindness to others, even total strangers, caused a euphoria that she would pine for the rest of her mortal life.
At the end of it, she and God spoke.
No, she never told a soul about what. Not even me.
In the end it was decided that she had to come back to live out her life. She apologized for being honest with me; she really, REALLY had not wanted to return.
What does God look like? I know you’ll ask.
Looking at God, she said, was the epitome of “coming home”. She could have done just that, for all time, and would never have wanted for anything ever again.
God is embodied in Light. An incredibly bright Light, limitless in its intensity, but the act of gazing upon Him is the “easiest thing to do, but the hardest thing imaginable to stop.”
Beyond God, beyond the valley, there was a city. She said it looked like it was filled with millions of people, all “glowing” in the way the others were. In the middle of the city was a vast domed structure, so vast that she couldn’t put a size estimate on it.
*** Albert Speer’s model, created at my direction, of the plan for postwar Berlin, the city of Germania
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She knew that she was at a point of no return, and that she wouldn’t be able to go further until she was properly dead.
She left, and it was traumatic. Being back in a body which she literally despised wasn’t fun. Quitting smoking and drinking just piled on the discontent.
It deeply depressed her, being back, but over the years she adjusted back into the normal swing of mortal life.
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Depression over God sending the soul from heaven back to earth also happened in this true, documented case.
This man was crushed by a tractor-trailer truck which hit his sedan head-on, and he was pronounced dead at the scene twice by EMTs. When God sent him back, he had to begin an extremely painful, extended recovery involving many surgeries and agonizing bone-marrow treatments involving drills and steel pins. See below.
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She became “spiritual” but never regularly attended a Church or subscribed to any particular faith. She prayed a great deal, though.
I don’t think she was delusional. I don’t think it was an invention of her mind or a derangement of her perceptions. The story was too coherent, and it never changed over the years. She would add more context here or there, refining a pre-existing detail, but she never changed the basic series of events.
I’m not the proselytizing kind. I think people should devote a section of their lives to belief in a transcendent reality, because if you don’t, you’ll lose yourself in the shallow, thin reality of materialism. That’s hell on earth if ever such a thing were possible.
There’s one thing that I know to be absolutely true, however. Our world, this Creation, is strange. It isn’t something that is encapsulated by the regimes and theories we’ve constructed to try to feel more confident about straying from the fireside, out into the darkness.
I’ll tell you why in my next long-form post. It’s the scary story I promised you.
This is my story. It happened to me many years ago, and yes, it was very, very, very real.
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……. “90 Minutes in Heaven”
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I wrote a friend today: I hope you enjoy “90 Minutes in Heaven,” which dragged for some, but I thought it had both feet on the ground.
The case is totally documented: the man, Don Piper, was crushed to death in January 18, 1989 when an 18-wheeler truck hit him head-on going a total 110 miles per hour, many of his bones were pulverized, he was a god-awful, bloody mess and had no pulse, and he was pronounced dead at the scene.
And he was in fact revived by a passing minister who felt a strange compulsion to go over and start praying for a dead man. (The firemen and state trooper saw the whole thing). The minister actually crawls under the tarp and gets right up to this guy’s face, covered in gore, and prays for his soul. Then he feels his neck, finds a pulse, and yells for the incredulous EMTs to come over: “I got a pulse!”
The EMT is shocked; after having no pulse twice, suddenly now he does again… because he was brought back.
When you see the x-rays of Piper, they look like what you would expect — if an 18-wheeler truck drove over you.
The guy did NOT even discuss his experience for many months and not until it began impacting his relationship with everyone, esp. his wife. (Basically, he was bitter and uncomprehending: “Why, Lord, did you bring me back to a world of extreme and constant pain and dependency, and being a huge burden on others that I love?”
It is a legit question, and the fact is, his wife easily could have moved on, had he just up and died, or rather simply had he just STAYED dead. He already had no pulse twice when EMTs checked him; the x-rays of his injuries –shown — pretty much say it all.) At the end, you actually see the real Don Piper speaking…. I think the experience really happened, and this guy did not DARE add, modify or embellish anything, like throwing in Jesus or the Cross. Anyway, the film fired me way up to start my new faith community,… and IMO we gotta understand our lives are judged, and we do report at death to the Big Guy.
(He only claims to have been in heaven AFTER release from many months in the hospital and rehab and at the direct urging of a fellow minister AND his own wife. He was afraid of ridicule or being seen as making it up.)
“90 Minutes” (two hours length…) has actually two scenes where the accident victim is “on the other side,” one early on, and the other much later, and two great scenes, one after the other, where he is out of the hospital, still in a wheelchair…. and his minister friend and then wife level with him: “Why on earth do you hate surviving, and why do you resent still being alive???”
At the kitchen table he tells his wife why, and it is to me pretty powerful. He actually has light gray-blue eyes, the actor (Hayden Christensen, who played “Anakin Skywalker” in a recent “Star Wars” movie ) with the dark hair (sort of the Hitler combination ), and it becomes a turning point in the film, ironically, toward the very end. “I guess God sent me back to say heaven is real, and worth leading a good life.”
Christensen plays Anakin Skywalker in “Attack of the Clones” and “Revenge of the Sith.” As a Jeddai knight, he is tempted and goes over to the Dark Side, becoming the formidable warrior for evil Darth Vader, traitor and servant of the Empire.
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It was a low-budget movie ($4 million) but good-enough special effects…. I thought it was great, having also read and loved the book (7 million copies sold). I note the Jewish critics all trash the movie.
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They are demanding a book that endorses Evangelical Christianity, and are not even satisified that it clearly does show a devout Evangelical Christian going to heaven. Sad. Maybe it scares them that regular Christianity is a good path to God but perhaps not the entire truth?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtPq23E1Q1U
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90 Minutes in Heaven
for intense accident and injury images.Reviewed by: Karen Flores
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This film is based on a bestselling book called 90 Minutes in Heaven (7 million copies sold). While returning home from a minister’s conference, Baptist Pastor Don Piper (Hayden Christensen) gets hit by a semi-truck that swerved into his lane. He is believed to be dead by the rescue workers at the scene. After another pastor prays over him, Pastor Don comes alive. The remainder of the picture tells of Pastor Piper’s struggle for the will to live, because he suffers excruciating pain. In the meantime, the film also shows the difficulties his wife, Eva (Kate Bosworth), suffers, because all the burdens of taking care of the family rests on her shoulders. The story only spends about five minutes talking about Don’s supposed experience in heaven.
I found this film tedious to watch. I feel that the movie should be retitled “Nine Months in the Hospital.” It is quite laborious to sit through about 90 minutes of hospital footage. I watched Don Piper lying on a hospital bed moaning and groaning in pain. The nurse checks his vital signs and makes sure he uses his urinal. The doctors take him for more tests. He undergoes many surgeries due to his severely mangled body.
On the inspirational side, the movie shows that through the prayer support of his beloved wife, children, and friends, Don learns how to love and accept help from others. Throughout this film, he keeps questioning God, “Why did you keep me here to suffer?” Then, an old friend goes to the hospital and tells Don that he will have different churches pray for him. Don rejects the blessings of being alive, but his friend refuse to give up hope. It makes me think of the Biblical story of the paralyzed man whose four friends dig a hole in the roof and lower him in front of Jesus’ feet for him to be healed. Likewise, the faith of his friends pulls Don through the difficulties.
This film has no nudity, no sex, and the violence is mild. My caution is the scene where Don is hit by the semi-truck. The part where Pastor Piper is wheeled into the hospital is strong also. He is bloody and bruised. I found it hard to watch, but I was crying a lot in those sections. Parents would have to assess whether their young child can handle such scenes. My recommendation is ages 10 and up. Overall, I left the movie inspired with a sense of hope.
Violence: Mild / Profanity: None / Sex/Nudity: None
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The U.S. military is finished – destroyed by Jews, like everything else in this country:
https://defconnews.com/2023/05/12/next-joint-chiefs-chair-wants-white-male-officers-to-be-a-minority
Isn’t that racism against whites?
Still if blacks and browns want to be the majority of the cannon fodder, all the better. Let them kill themselves off.
Untold millions of whites have died due to elite jew-financed wars. If blacks and browns want equality, then they can get the shitty end of the stick all of the time.
The problem with that is the Pentagon ain’t stupid: 80% of the infantry (nd 99% of the commandoes such as SEALS, Marine recon, Rangers, DELTA Force, etc.) is still white, because, just as with American football quarterbacks, Whites remain cooler under fire. The unreliable, resentful, unpatriotic Blacks are back in the rear, in the warehouses running forklifts or working as cooks and mechanics.
That´s an interesting read.
And about “Have you ever felt an “instant connection!” to someone?”
Yes, I had such experiences, which shows Karma exists.
I met some guy over a hobby some years ago, we understood each other very well. We became like BFF. I helped him out in many dire situations, like him having no money during periods of unemployment, giving him food, helping him when he was in hospital…he also helped me with things.
However, there were some constant issues in his life, and he never saw the fault in himself.
I warned him “my friend, if you don´t change, you will end up badly, and I must end the friendship”.
Well, he ignored my advice and then we got into an argument about a trifle. Therefore we decided to part ways.
I later got help from a shamaness to cope with that situation(she also helped me with other things). She said there was a karmic connection between us. We had known each other in a life before.
Shamanism is an interesting field. I´m not religious, but spiritual, and I know there are some greater entities. While some teachings are a bit watered down by the wannabe-spiritualists and hippies, it really works.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-dl0JI3Jn4
Junge Nationale unterwegs
Ja, sehr gut!