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There is No Hell. We All Go Home.

I was hit by a car while riding my motorcycle. I died on the operating table.

I went through the dark into the light--a soft bluish light. An entity (Jesus to me) was of the light, and the light was a doorway. I was not in this body, but I was as normal as my body here. We spoke without speaking. Joy was all over me. I was relieved to know it is real! Jesus said, "I know it hurts and I know it is bad. You have not done what you said you would do and must go back." I refused. Jesus said, "You will come here, just not now…not yet. I am sorry."

Then I was on the operating table and heard someone say, "We got him” and then "Oh my God he is awake.”

I am now an ordained minister and preach. I was shown there is no hell. We all go home.

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