I have Grave's disease and have had it for about four years. I was treated for it with radioactive iodine. I had lost over 70 pounds and was very sick. Then I seemingly recovered. I felt good and had gained enough weight back so that I looked like myself again.
About a year passed. One day while I was feeding the horses I had severe chest pain radiating down my left arm and up to my jaw. I set the bucket down and came in the house. The pain passed and I never told anyone about it. I don't know why. Then I started coughing a couple of days later and got what I thought was a bad migraine. The last thing I remember was walking through the sliding glass door.
On the third day my husband took me to the emergency room and just in time. My heart was in fibrillation. It was then that I became comatose. When I became self aware (I don't know when exactly) I was suspended by very soft, white, thick, and silky ropes around my ankles and wrists. I had a black and gold velvet death mask on and a black and gold robe but I didn't have a body. I was so surprised thinking, "It's my time!" I didn't wonder what had happened. I was looking at myself and thought (since I didn't have a body) "What about the quality of life?" I didn't want to be helpless and not be able to take care of myself. I took the fact that I didn't have a body meant that my body would never work again. I decided to go on to die and I wasn't afraid.
Then I was in a room and kneeling down. I was young again and perfect. I had no clothes but that was fine. It wasn't wrong. Then there was very pure water being poured over me to wash away every care, disappointment, and things I had done or didn't do. I experienced such peace of mind and perfect love, unconditional love. I cannot describe it with mere words.
Suddenly I saw myself again in the death mask and robe, still suspended and without any pain. Then there were my children and grandchildren. They were so bright and beautiful and so filled with life that I decided I wanted to live after all and it was then that I woke up.
I had to relive my life, but it was in a very symbolic way. I was shown things that have really helped me to understand that which had happened to me in the past. I would love to write about these things but it would be a book. Believe me there is another reality. Make no mistake about life after death. I thank God every day for the extra time he gave me to be with my children and look at the beauty around me.
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