Denise B Probable NDE

EXPERIENCE DESCRIPTION:

As I have already stated, I was rushed to the hospital for what was determined to be an emergency appendectomy. Going back a day or two: I had stomach ache so my mother kept me home from school. The pain came and went which meant for large portions of my day out of school I did what any normal 8 yr old would do. I played. My mother was very angry with me for appearing to be perfectly well. The next day despite my cries of stomach pain she sent me to school. During the course of the morning I developed a fever which increased rapidly. The nuns called my mother to come for me as I was vomiting and burning with fever. She insisted they send me home on foot. We lived several blocks from the school; back then it was very safe for children to walk home alone. It seemed a very long way to Seminole Ave. where we rented a house. I made it vomiting along the way. The fever grew in intensity and hallucinations began. I say hallucinations because I saw things that were certainly not real such as a woman from my brownie troop knocked on the door with her daughter by her side. I saw them both as chimpanzees! Rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery I went after totally humiliating my mom by calling her friend an ape!  

The last thing I recall about being in the operating room was the anesthesiologist ordering someone to tie me down, hold my head in place and force the black rubber mask over my face to make me breathe in what was meant to put me to sleep for surgery. The physician had not yet arrived. I had seen only the surgical staff by this point. The next thing I knew I was in a room alone. I have no recollection of where my mother had gone nor whether my father had arrived to be with my mom. My next memory was of a nurse who had brought in a coloring book and crayons for me, a little after surgery gift for good patients she had told me. I recall telling her bits and pieces of what I had witnessed to which she responded something about the anesthesia doing unusual things to patients while they sleep. I knew, somehow I knew, she was wrong in her assumption. I could not tell her more because I was taught not to disrespect my elders.  

Eventually, the doctor arrived to check on me. I handed him my coloring book where I had colored a picture of a doctor and little girl patient. The image I colored matched perfectly what my physician was wearing in that very moment! I had seen him and purposely colored the page to represent what I knew of him so he would surely believe I knew him prior to actually meeting him. In fact, when he entered my room he immediately began to introduce himself wherein I interrupted to inform him that I already knew him. That's when I held up the coloring page and offered it as a gift to him for doing such a good job with my surgery. He denied the possibility that I could know him when we had not met until that moment. Nothing I would tell him convinced him. I explained that I had heard him talking to the people who were helping him. He denied the possibility of this claiming I was deeply sedated and could hear nothing. I told him I had heard him telling a story to my mom which he also denied. I even tried telling him it was alright, everything was alright even though he didn't tell everything to my mom, it was alright because the angel had me anyway so I was safe. And in the end I didn't die so there was no problem to tell a little fib to my mom. He was very upset with me for saying so and denied everything I said. So I stopped talking. Again, it was disrespectful to argue with an adult and I would surely be in trouble with my mom for doing so if she found out.

I think I told one of the nuns at school some time later. There was one particular nun who was extra special and kind. I often spent time after school in the nuns' home eating cookies and juice and talking with them. They told me I was special and God had important work for me to do when I grew up. I guess that's why I felt comfortable telling the nun of my experience in the operating room.

As for what happened while my body was unconscious---All I recall is floating, then seeing light, beautiful light from which an angel appeared. I refer to the being now as an angel because back then I had learned of guardian angels in Catholic school. This being I referred to as a she but truly I could not say of which gender he/she was, only that there was long light colored hair, and white gown of soft flowing cloth. She put her hand behind me but never touched me. However I felt as if she was guiding me somewhere. I realized even then we were talking but without words or use of our mouths which fascinated me at that time. I guess that was my first lesson in telepathic communication. She (let's give her female gender only to make this easier to explain) told me not to worry that I was safe and everything would be alright. I wasn't worried. In her presence I felt very safe and loved. She was extremely kind. And she explained that she must take me someplace special so we floated along. That was the next detail that fascinated me. We were floating not walking! Hey, I was only 8, this was exciting. I had only seen myself flying during sleep hours until now when I realized that floating was similar to being able to fly. We floated to an area that was illuminated by beautiful flowers of every color. These colors were unlike any colors of flowers I had ever seen before. Beautiful does not describe their essence, aroma, or emotions emitting from each one to me. I saw a little creek of gently flowing water with a little bridge crossing over it. This is what gave me the idea She was an angel, my Guardian Angel, because the little bridge reminded me of the picture of the Guardian Angel crossing the little child over a broken bridge which hovered high above some rough waters during a very stormy night. Everyone Catholic in my age range surely remembers seeing this little holy card of the Guardian Angel.  

We floated across the bridge and stopped. That's when I noticed far in the distance another Light. This one was much much brighter, stronger, and moving toward us. The interesting thing about this Light is that regardless of how close it was to my face it was never too bright to hurt my eyes. In later years recalling the details of my incident I realized there were no shadows in that space, nothing dark anywhere either. The Light grew and grew as it came closer to me bringing with it a Love greater than any I had ever felt on earth. My mom was rather abusive and seemed to not like me so I never felt much love from her. My father seemed to love me and the nuns at school loved me. My teachers loved me. They all demonstrated love and care for me regularly. But none was as great as this LOVE from the LIGHT. When the Light stopped moving it was directly in front of me only a few away. The angel then nudged me from behind, but remember she never touched me. It only felt like she nudged me forward. I looked up at her and mentally asked her to go with me. She informed me that she must not. So I stepped forward, I remember for some seconds after I said Hello there was an image that appeared. It was only flash. 

To describe the image now I can say it lasted only seconds, was that of a man I thought to be Jesus although he looked different from the Jesus I knew because he was all grown up. Daily in my sleep I had visions of playing with a small boy my age who called himself Jesus. We were in a far away place I'd never seen in my life. This image coming from the light was of a grown man but I felt him as Jesus. His hands were outstretched and the voice emanating from this light said to me, ""come closer little one."" I began crying as I was filled with a super strong sense of being loved, as I said, unlike any love I had ever in my life felt before that moment. The image only lasted seconds but I continued to feel safe in the presence of the Light. I recall crying so hard and begging HIM to take me home. I so wanted to go HOME with HIM, not back to my earthly home. Thinking about later in life I have no clue where I got the idea of there being another home of than the earthly one. Somehow I just knew that HOME was there with HIM. I begged to go home, crying and pleading for some moments. I felt HIS arms wrap around me as HE shooshed me, calmed me, and told me I could not go with Him at that time because He had a big job for me to do for him IF I wanted to help Him with something very very important. 

I excitedly agreed to help with this big job. That's when He told me, I had to go back and to always remember HE IS WITH ME. My job was explained as such: I was told that I must LOVE and FORGIVE everyone who would do bad things to hurt me. I agreed I would do it but apparently the job was going to be more difficult than I as a little child could imagine. so He said again, ""You must love as I love. Can you do this? You must love everyone no matter what they do. And they will do many bad things to hurt you but you must remember to forgive them and love them. It is a very big job. Are you sure you want to do it?"" 

Eagerly I agreed but adding to my response a big question, ""And will you take me home after that? After I do the job for you will you come and get me so I can be with you?"" I was crying the entire time I was in the PRESENCE. It was all so much for me to absorb. All I could think about was going to be with HIM where I would be truly loved and cared for all the time. The Light confirmed that I would be brought back home when my time comes but for now I must go back and love everyone. He reminded me there would be many people that I trusted and loved who would do horrible things to cause me great pain but I could not hate them or do anything to hurt them I could only love and forgive. The message was expressed over and over in my brain, ""love and forgive."" ""Love as He loves.""  

I knew I would never forget this day, this moment, this PRESENCE, this LIGHT, the angel, the flowers. All of it was engrained in my memory forever and I could not wait to tell everyone I had seen an angel and GOD. Unfortunately, the little bit I did hint to such as hearing the doctor speaking in the operating room was denied. My mom told me I was making up stories just for attention. That was her favorite line for me whenever I talked of things she didn't believe in or ever experience. So I kept it all to myself until the day I could tell my favorite nun at school. Her response was one of encouragement and joy. She told me that I must be very special in God's eyes for HIM to have me come to him with an angel. She also said, HE knew I would be able to do the job and that would be my task for life. She said it was a very special and important job and GOD loved me very much and already knew I would say yes to his request.  

I recall HE called me little one more than once. I cried a lot. He hugged me so tightly even though I saw no arms or physical body. I felt the hugs, the warmth, the love emanating from that brilliant Light. He assured me He would come for me when it was my turn to go Home but for now I must go back and do this big work for Him. He even knew no one would believe me but I must not be concerned for that, just love them anyway.