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The vision closed and I gazed one last time
at my eternal friends, the two women who had
guided me, my three faithful ministering angels,
and many others whom I had known and loved.
They were magnificent, noble, and glorious, and I
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knew that I had only seen a glimpse of their souls. I
had been privileged to view only a tiny vestibule of
heaven, just a part of that paradisiacal home.
Knowledge beyond my deepest dreams existed
there and in the hearts of those who dwell there.
Plans, paths, and truths await us there, some of
which are eternities old, and some of which we
have yet to make. I have been shown a glimpse of
the things of heaven, and I will always treasure that
glimpse. I knew that the angels singing now, filling
my heart with love, would be my last glorious
experience in this world. And as they continued to
express their love and support for me, I began to
cry. I was going home.
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My Return
No good-byes were said; I simply found
myself in the hospital room again. The door was
still half open, the light was on above the sink, and
lying on the bed under the blankets was my body. I
stood in the air and looked down at it and was filled
with revulsion. It looked cold and heavy and
reminded me of an old pair of coveralls that had
been dragged through mud and grime. In
comparison, I felt like I had just taken a long,
soothing shower, and now I had to put that heavy,
cold, muddy garment on. But I knew I had to do it
I had promised but I had to hurry. If I thought
about it one second longer I would lose courage
and flee. Quickly, my spirit slipped back into the
body. Once made, the commitment to go through
with it was a natural process over which I had little
control.
The body's cumbersome weight and
coldness were abhorrent I started jerking around
inside it as though many volts of electricity were
pulsing through me. I felt the pain and sickness of
my body again, and I became inconsolably
depressed. After the joy of spiritual freedom, I had
become a prisoner to the flesh again.
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As I lay trapped in the body, my three
ancient friends appeared by my bed again. My dear
monks, my ministering spirits, had come to comfort
me. I was so terribly weak that I could not greet
them as I wanted to. They were my last hold on the
loveliness and purity of where I had been, and I
wanted with all my heart to reach out to them and
thank them for their sweet and eternal friendship. I
wanted to say one more time: "I love you." But I
could only stare through eyes filling with tears and
hope they understood.
There was no need to speak; they
understood all. And silently they stood near me,
looking into my eyes, radiating their love, filling
me with a spirit that conquered all pain.. For a few
precious seconds we looked into each other's eyes
and communicated heart to heart. In those moments
they gave me a message that I will always treasure
as a sacred token of our everlasting friendship.
Their words and presence gave me great comfort I
knew that they knew not only my feelings but the
path of my new life, the pain I would endure for the
loss of their love, the frustrations of earth life again,
the difficult journeys ahead. They were pleased
with my decision to come back to earth. I had made
the right choice. But for now," they said, "rest
awhile." And they produced a very peaceful and
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quieting feeling. I fat it flow over me, and I began
immediately to fall into a deep and healing sleep.
As I drifted off, I felt beauty and love envelop me.
I don't know how long I slept When I
opened my eyes again it was two a.m. It had been
over four hours since my death. How much of that
time I had spent in the spirit world I did not know,
but four hours didn't seem nearly long enough for
all that had happened to me. I didn't know if any
medical action had been taken to revive me, or
even if anyone had been in to see me. I felt rested
now, but still I could not shake off my deep
depression. Then I began to relive my experience,
letting it all pass through my mind, and I was filled
with wonder that I had actually visited with the
Savior of the world and been held in his arms. I
began to feel stronger as I reflected on the
knowledge I had received while in his presence,
and I knew his light would continue to give me
strength and comfort in hours of need.
I was about to close my eyes and drift off to
sleep when I caught a movement by the door. I
tried to raise up on an elbow to get a better look,
and I saw a creature poke its head in. I cringed
backward in fear. Then another one appeared. They
were creatures of the most hideous and grotesque
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appearance imaginable. Five of them entered the
doorway, and I was all but paralyzed with fear.
They appeared to be half-human half-animal
short, muscular beings with long claws or
fingernails and savage, though human, faces. They
came toward me, snarling, growling, and hissing.
They were full of hate, and I knew that they
intended to kill me. I tried to scream but was either
too weak or too paralyzed with fear to move. I was
helpless as they came to within five or six feet of
the bed.
Suddenly a huge dome of light, almost like
glass, fell over me, and the creatures lunged
forward, seeming to recognize its threat to them.
The dome protected me as they frantically flailed at
it and tried to climb on it to get a better vantage
point. But the dome was too high to climb on, and
they became more frustrated. They shrieked and
cursed and hissed and began spitting. I was
horrified as I felt trapped in my bed. The creatures
were persistent, and I didn't know if the dome could
hold up. I didn't even know what it was.
When I thought I could bear it no more and
my fear seemed about to overwhelm me, my three
adoring angels, the monks, entered the room again,
and the creatures fled. The angels said not to fear,
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that I was protected. They told me that the devil
was angry at my decision to return to earth and that
he had sent these powerful demons to destroy me.
They explained that the dome would remain around
me for the rest of my life. They said that the
demons might try to get at me again and that I
might see or hear them in the future, but the dome
would protect me. "Also know," they said, "that we
are always near you to help and encourage you."
Moments later, to my sadness, the monks were
gone.
This was my last visit with my three
ministering angels. I lovingly call them my monks,
but I know that they are three of my closest friends
in all eternity. I look forward with anxious heart to
the day we can embrace each other again and renew
our eternal friendship.
The demons came again after the angels
left, but the dome kept them from me. I reached for
the phone and called my husband and began to
explain that there were demons in my room. He
thought I was hallucinating and got one of our
daughters to talk to me on the phone while he
hurriedly drove to the hospital. Ten minutes later
Joe walked through the doorway. He could not see
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