Face-to-face with Jesus the Christ
I am a 60 year-old combat veteran of the Vietnam War from North Carolina. My story begins in 1999 when I visited a friend in Virginia Beach, VA. My friend is a 70ish-year-old Christian lady who happens to have what is commonly referred to as "psychic" abilities. To those who would argue that a person couldn't be a "Christian" and a "psychic" at the same time, I beg to differ but report my truthful experiences with her herein.
Suffice it to say that my friend can "see" and or "intuit" things that most ordinary people can't. I've known her since 1974 and she's been a good friend over these many years. She is a very goodly and God revering woman who studies the Scripture and prays to our Lord daily. When I visited her in 1999 she advised me, "You have lung cancer and you're going to die." Because she has always been so accurate in the past, I took this advice seriously and immediately reported to the Veteran Affairs Medical Center and asked for a physical examination. I'll never forget when the nurse on duty asked me if I'd ever had an Agent Orange (AO) exam and when I replied that I had not, she scheduled me for one.
The AO physical examination affirmed my friend's prognosis and I was subsequently referred. Physicians performed exploratory/surgical testing and advised me that my cancer was in stage 3B and incurable. They told me, "Go home and get your affairs in order because you're going to die and that there's nothing that anyone can do about it."
Fortunately another friend, who happened to be a social worker, called and told me that he had been in touch with some oncologists/physicians and that they had expressed being amenable to seeing me despite lack of medical insurance.
Initially visualizing that he would only have to take but half of my left lung, once he went in there, the head surgeon realized that he would have to take the whole lung, which he did. All went well and I seemed to heal up. Then about a month later the doctors discovered that I had developed a fistula and they would have to go back in and repair it. (A fistula is a hole in the bronchia tube from where the bronchia tube had been severed in the removal of my lung). The good doctor said that he had to advise me that fistulas are the number-one cause of post-surgical mortality following a pneumonectomy. So, a month after undergoing my first pneumonectomy, I had to have another one. This time, however, I died on the operating table. This is when my beautiful albeit incredible and miraculous story really begins.
This one physician stayed by my bedside and eventually looked down at me and said, "You're probably wondering why I'm still standing here." To which I replied, "You want to tell me some more about my dying?" to which he replied, "No, that's not the reason why." So, I asked him, "Well, uh, what's up, doc?" He said, "I've been performing these same surgical procedures for the past twenty-something years and something happened here today that I've never experienced before. It's had such a profound effect on me that I feel that I have to tell you about it." So, I said, "Ok, go ahead." He started, "We had you wide-open and were removing some special kind of fat tissue from your heart to use to tie-up your fistula when all of a sudden you started talking out loud. Surprised, we all jumped back from the table as we initially thought that you had perhaps come out from underneath the anesthesia. But when we checked our instruments, we found that, no, you were still under...still unconscious...so we just stood there and listened while you talked." So I said, "Well, uh, what did I say?" (I had no recall of anything that had happened while this was going on). He replied, "It's not so much what you said as it was to whom you were talking to..." So, I said, "Well, uh, who was I talking to...?" He said, "You were talking to Jesus Christ." When he said this, I just didn't know what to say...I thought, "Gee, that's not very funny, why would this doctor say something like this to me?"
Looking deeply into his eyes, I could tell that he wasn't joking. He was quite serious. He looked somewhat shaken up. So I quietly said, "Well was He talking back to me or was I just hollering out into the void?" He said, "We couldn't hear any other voices but it sounded like you were engaged in a two-way conversation. Then he added, "By the way, I'm going to make sure that this gets into your medical records." With that I thanked him and he went on his way. About 10 days later I was mended up enough to be released from the hospital and I went home.
Then, very quietly she said, "You know that you died last month on the operating table." I said, "Yes, the doctors told me that I did." Then she really rocked my world saying, "Well, did they tell you that you had a face-to-face encounter with Jesus Christ Himself?" I almost fainted. Instead, I managed to reply, "Yes, they did. But they couldn't tell me what He had to say. Do you know what He had to say?" She said, "Yes, I have the whole thing." To which I replied, "Well, you've certainly got my attention. What did He say?" She replied, "I'm going to tell you what He said but first I need to tell you something else first." I said, "Okay, go ahead" She said, "When you came to see me last year and I told you that you had cancer and that you were going to die; that was it. That was your life expectancy. You're not supposed to be here right now. I just wanted you to know that. Now, I'll tell you what happened, what He said and why you're still here." I said, "Please do."
She said, "When you died and you left your body, you screamed out at the top of your voice that you were sorry if you had ever hurt anybody in any way while you were on earth. You screamed it out so loud and with so much emotion and conviction that you startled everybody that was around you at the time. He just happened to be over there and He came over to where you were to see what all the commotion was about." She said, "You jumped in front of Jesus Christ and started talking your head off. You didn't really know who He was. But you just started telling him that you had just gotten out of prison and were undergoing treatment for cancer and that you were now getting a big government VA disability check for exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam) every month and that you would never have to go back to work again and that you weren't ready to die...that you wanted to go back and have some fun.
You got them all laughing. It was then that He reached over and touched you and instantaneously cured you of your cancer and sent you back to your body. You are now going to live for another 26 years. Do you want to know what you're going to be doing for the next 26 years?" I naturally said, "Yes, tell me." She said, "You are going to spend the rest of your life helping others who have had similar experiences that you've had. You want to know why you're going to be doing that?" I again said, "Yes, why?" She said, "Because that's all you really want to do is to help others. Isn't that wonderful?" She had stopped crying and was now smiling. She said, "You're going to tell a lot of people about what's happened to you but very few are going to believe you. But I believe you because I've seen and heard it with my own eyes and ears. I've been giving these readings to people for the past 40 years and you are the only person that I've ever seen, other than myself, who has ever had a face-to-face encounter with Jesus Christ."
Immediately following the surgery, however, my surgeon came to me to advise me that he had been unable to remove all of the cancer and that there were still some cancer cells left in my body. Remembering what my psychic friend had told me three years earlier about my living for another 26 years, I simply smiled at the good doctor and thanked him for doing his best. When I had another CT scan a couple of months later, I was cancer free. Not believing their eyes, the doctors have advised me to have CT scans every 90 days since then.
When I shut my eyes I noticed a small pinpoint of light (behind my closed eyelids) and decided to focus on it as I prayed. As I began to recite the Lord's Prayer the light began to grow bigger and get brighter. It grew and grew and became brighter and brighter and brighter until my whole head was filled with the light. It had begun as a small little spec but grew so large and bright that I couldn't look at it anymore. It hurt. It was too bright. It was incredibly bright. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was out of breath. I was breathing very hard like I'd been running and was out of breath. I was incredulous, very excited about what I'd just gone through.
A doctor or male nurse stuck his head in my room and I excitedly began to tell him about the light. He then noticed that my BiPAP machine had come off and was lying beside my bed. He asked me how long the BiPAP had been off and I said, "Never mind the BiPAP. You've got to hear about this light. I want to tell you about the light." (That's all I could think about). He said that he would hear about the light later but needed to know how long the BiPAP machine had been off. When I told him that I didn't really know he turned on the lights and called in the other staff (nurses/doctors). None knew anything about how long the BiPAP had been off but they noticed that all of my vitals (on the computer monitors that I was hooked up to) seemed to be in the normal range. In other words, I was breathing normally and getting all the oxygen that a normal person would be getting. In short, I didn't need the BiPAP machine anymore.
In closing, I felt like I'd been in the presence of God and that I was again instantaneously healed. The nurses told me (when I was discharging) that they'd had a bet going on as to whether I'd live or not when I first came to their ward. While I don't think that this can be considered to be a NDE (at least not like the one in which I actually did die back in the year 2000) I was certainly close to death. Before being discharged I was taken into surgery and given a heart stint. They told me that one of my arteries was blocked and that was the reason for my heart attack. In any event, both of my experiences happened in hospitals and both can be verified. My life today isn't anything like it was before I began having these NDE experiences. Thanks for reading my story.
Last Updated ( Friday, 20 February 2009 08:40 )