SusanJillParker
I'm 100% woman
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Do you believe in God? Do you believe that the Devil exists? Do you believe that good will win over evil? Do you believe in Heaven and Hell? Do you believe in Angels?
On the surface, I'd say no to all of the above but I've had proof there is something out there after we die.
I had a dream when I was very young. I was standing in a very long line. I was about 5-years-old in my dream. Everyone in line was happy. No one was impatient. The line was so long that I couldn't see what was at the head of the line but I knew it was a line that I needed to be in and wait my turn.
As I neared the front of the line, I saw an old man with grey hair and a grey beard dressed in a long robe. Somehow I knew it was God. He was seated at an easel and was drawing everyone's picture. I was honored that God was drawing my picture. I was so happy and so at peace to be standing in that line. I couldn't wait to see my picture.
Yet, as soon as he finished and he invited me to look, I was gone. I was falling and falling on my way to Earth. I as afraid and unhappy. I didn't want to leave Heaven but I had no say. That's how I was born.
It sounds preposterous but I remembered the dream as if it really happened. Then, one day, I was watching a variety show and a man was telling about the dream that he had, the same dream that I had. That got me to thinking that maybe what I dreamt wasn't a dream. Maybe others have had the same dream.
My second experience, was a near death experience. I was 8-years-old and my 15-year-old cousin was trying to drown me in a pond in February and he nearly did. Never had I been as frightened. Never had I been as cold. Why was he trying to drown me? Afraid I'd tell, you can only imagine what he did to me. I didn't speak for years after that incident.
Yet, the thing that I remember was thinking that I was going to die. I remember my mother telling me not to go near the pond and not to walk on the ice on the pond. The pond was fairly deep, about 20 feet and I couldn't swim.
As soon as I thought I was going to die, I saw the Virgin Mary underwear. As soon as I saw her she said, "Don't worry. It's not your time to go."
As soon as she said that, I saw my cousin's hand reaching down for me. Weird, so weird.
The last time was when I totaled my car. I swerved to avoid the car in front of me who had jammed on his brakes and drove in a wall. If you're going to hit anything, don't hit a pole or a tree. Hit a wall. Had I hit a pole or a tree, I would have been dead but the wall dissipated the energy across the front of the car. Even though I was wearing my seatbelt, I hit the steering wheel so hard that I had the impression of the Ford logo tattooed on my tits that lasted six months before it faded.
Suddenly, everything happened in slow motion and whatever I had in the car, I watched pass by my head and sail through the windshield. Suddenly, totally at peace, I saw the bright light and there were people there that I knew were dead. I was happy to die. I wanted to die. I had never felt so relaxed and so happy. Then, I had the thought that I didn't want to die and as soon as I did, I returned to being conscious and climbed out of the car.
Yet, instead of being happy, I was sad that I wasn't dead. I was pissed that I crashed my car. Nonetheless for the next two years, I had a completely different outlook on life. Nothing was that important. Nothing bothered me. I was so relaxed.
Has anyone had similar experiences as proof that there is a God? Who knows, maybe it was nothing more than a massive chemical release of Dopamine in my brain but it makes me wonder if there really isn't something waiting for us after we die. What do you think?
On the surface, I'd say no to all of the above but I've had proof there is something out there after we die.
I had a dream when I was very young. I was standing in a very long line. I was about 5-years-old in my dream. Everyone in line was happy. No one was impatient. The line was so long that I couldn't see what was at the head of the line but I knew it was a line that I needed to be in and wait my turn.
As I neared the front of the line, I saw an old man with grey hair and a grey beard dressed in a long robe. Somehow I knew it was God. He was seated at an easel and was drawing everyone's picture. I was honored that God was drawing my picture. I was so happy and so at peace to be standing in that line. I couldn't wait to see my picture.
Yet, as soon as he finished and he invited me to look, I was gone. I was falling and falling on my way to Earth. I as afraid and unhappy. I didn't want to leave Heaven but I had no say. That's how I was born.
It sounds preposterous but I remembered the dream as if it really happened. Then, one day, I was watching a variety show and a man was telling about the dream that he had, the same dream that I had. That got me to thinking that maybe what I dreamt wasn't a dream. Maybe others have had the same dream.
My second experience, was a near death experience. I was 8-years-old and my 15-year-old cousin was trying to drown me in a pond in February and he nearly did. Never had I been as frightened. Never had I been as cold. Why was he trying to drown me? Afraid I'd tell, you can only imagine what he did to me. I didn't speak for years after that incident.
Yet, the thing that I remember was thinking that I was going to die. I remember my mother telling me not to go near the pond and not to walk on the ice on the pond. The pond was fairly deep, about 20 feet and I couldn't swim.
As soon as I thought I was going to die, I saw the Virgin Mary underwear. As soon as I saw her she said, "Don't worry. It's not your time to go."
As soon as she said that, I saw my cousin's hand reaching down for me. Weird, so weird.
The last time was when I totaled my car. I swerved to avoid the car in front of me who had jammed on his brakes and drove in a wall. If you're going to hit anything, don't hit a pole or a tree. Hit a wall. Had I hit a pole or a tree, I would have been dead but the wall dissipated the energy across the front of the car. Even though I was wearing my seatbelt, I hit the steering wheel so hard that I had the impression of the Ford logo tattooed on my tits that lasted six months before it faded.
Suddenly, everything happened in slow motion and whatever I had in the car, I watched pass by my head and sail through the windshield. Suddenly, totally at peace, I saw the bright light and there were people there that I knew were dead. I was happy to die. I wanted to die. I had never felt so relaxed and so happy. Then, I had the thought that I didn't want to die and as soon as I did, I returned to being conscious and climbed out of the car.
Yet, instead of being happy, I was sad that I wasn't dead. I was pissed that I crashed my car. Nonetheless for the next two years, I had a completely different outlook on life. Nothing was that important. Nothing bothered me. I was so relaxed.
Has anyone had similar experiences as proof that there is a God? Who knows, maybe it was nothing more than a massive chemical release of Dopamine in my brain but it makes me wonder if there really isn't something waiting for us after we die. What do you think?