Man Dies, Experiences Terrifying Events Upon Return - NDE Stories

The last experience occurred in March 2023. I was driving when my car radio turned on and a voice began speaking to me through it. The voice asked, Are you sure you know what you're doing? I reach for the knob and the voice spoke to someone saying, He's trying to turn us off. I was 14 years old when I went out for the football team. I was small for my age, weighing only £85 to keep me as far from the action as possible. Coach Lacroix put me at safety. I was standing well away from the action whe

n our fullback Norman broke through the defensive line and headed straight for me at full speed. Norman was two years older than me and weighed over £200. I knew there was no chance to bring him down head to head, so I went for Norman's ankles trying to trip him up. I don't know what happened after that. Maybe I took a knee on the chin. I recall being bowled over, then standing on my feet, my lumbar region hurting. The next thing I knew, I was somewhere else. A gray room marked by total silence

and stillness within shafts of light filled with bright sparkles. Filtering down to my left were three large piles of silver coins. I stood still in silence, trying to figure out if the experience was real or if I was dreaming. I realized this wasn't a dream. Even today, 60 years later, I recall every detail of the experience. Three thoughts came to mind as I surveyed my surroundings. One Where am I too? Am I supposed to be here? And three, Wait a minute. I'm supposed to be at football practice.

With that last thought, I was immediately back in my body. I opened my eyes. Coach Lacroix was bending over me, and the team was standing around me in a circle looking down. Coach helped me up and said, Hit the showers. We all headed for the locker room. I never told anyone about what had happened. Not even my parents. How could I tell anyone when I myself didn't know what had happened? I went on with my life as normal. I didn't have a clue that I may have had a near-death experience until the

late 1970s, when I read Dr. Raymond Moody's book, Life After Life. Even after reading Moody, I still wasn't sure. I had had an M.D. only in recent years after submitting my experience to the NDE Research Foundation. Did I realize I had had an NDE and crossed over to the ethereal realm. A gap of about 12 years passed before I started having what people call poltergeist like experiences. By this time I was married. I had graduated from college and seminary, was serving a church and had a wife and

two little boys. The preternatural experiences took numerous forms. A disembodied voice calling my wife's name, my infant's wind up swing, starting to swing on its own after everyone had gone to bed, the clothes washer coming on and going through the cycles in the middle of the night and lights coming on during the night. These events occurred in every house parsonage we lived in. Footsteps in the attic, pictures flying off walls, a latched cabinet door flying open and canned goods pouring out o

nto the floor. These experiences were terrifying, and I don't know if they were connected to my Indi at age 14 or not, but I've long wondered if the NDE opened me to their realm. The most terrifying of the preternatural experiences came one morning in 1980. My five year old son Dave and I were eating breakfast. Dave said, Daddy, who was that man watching you sleep last night? His bedroom was across the hall from my wife's and my bedroom, and David had a clear view of us sleeping. The last experi

ence occurred in March 2023. I was driving when my car radio turned on and a voice began speaking to me through it. The voice asked, Are you sure you know what you're doing? I reached for the knob and the voice spoke to someone saying, He's trying to turn us off. Then I had what Dr. Yvonne Kazin called a spiritually transformative experience. I was serving at church in Baldwin County, Alabama, on the Gulf Coast and had 30 minutes before needing to be in the office. I sat down to meditate. By thi

s time I had had a meditation practice for 22 years. I closed my eyes and began to breathe, focusing on my sacred word. When my chest cavity grew warm, it was more than a normal warmth of body temperature. It felt like someone had opened my chest and inserted a heating pad. The warmth felt pleasant. I sat there and let it envelop me. At the same time, I found myself flooded with bliss. Sensations of peace, joy and love flooded my entire body. Wave after wave. Suddenly l became aware of two thing

s. One, The only thing that counts with the deity is love. The dogma of institutional religion is not as important as we think it is. The love, kindness, compassion and goodwill we show is all that counts. And two, I no longer fear death. The fear of death was gone in an instant, completely erased from my emotions. The study happened 15 years ago. And today, if you gave me a choice of living a healthy life for 20 more years or checking out tonight without hesitation, I'd choose checking out toni

ght. This spiritually transformative experience completely changed me the way I thought, the way I approach ministry, the way I viewed people, the way I viewed God. Everything about my life was radically altered in 30 minutes. Preternatural experiences continue to happen from time to time. In 2019, I was sitting on my patio, meditating at 3 a.m.. When I opened my eyes, I observed a white orb the size of the baseball in the line of trees I was facing. The orb disappeared when it realized I was wa

tching it. This pattern, the orbs appearance disappearing when I observed it then reappearing when I continued meditating, went on nightly for three weeks. One night I got a little spooked and went in the house, after which it never returned. I can't say whether or not all these different experiences the NDE, the things that went bump in the night, the city, the white orb were connected. What I do know is that I've long had a deep yearning for union with God. They have spanned the length of my l

ife from age 14. Now, at 74, I'm retired. And while my desire is to transcend, I know death or rather life cannot be on my terms. Only when I finished my courses, the Apostle Paul said, I hope it comes soon. This story was shared by Jimmy and happened in the 1960s.