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I have only recently begun to talk about experience I had 18 years ago. For some reason I just wanted to keep it to myself, but the events which took place in it are now coming into existence. Initially, I felt as though telling someone would elicit the twilight zone theme in the person's head and from that time on, I would be looked at askance. Heaven knows the world contains enough weird people.
It had been in extremely tiring day. I ached all over from fatigue. Finally I got myself into bed. Sleep what instantaneous. I do not believe I had time to finish whatever it was I what thinking. In my dream, I found myself in a curio shop which actually exists here at Mount Pocono. I'd only been in it once before. In my dream, I was picking up articles, examining them and putting them down. On entering the shop I had come with my husband and daughter, now both of them had disappeared. I thought they probably were looking at something more interesting in another part of the store. My attention was drawn from whatever it what I what examining by the sensation that someone what standing behind me. I turned around and there what large angel a I believe it was a female. I'd never been one for big angels. To tell the truth, ever since I what little I always hoped that I'd never have to encounter any large supernatural being. "Please God I'd say, even as an adult, make it people size." Being a native American we have strong convictions about the existence of spirits
The angel called me by the name Dianne, which is used by only my closest family members. "Come, I want to take you somewhere with me." The first thing I asked, "am I coming back?" because when you get an invitation like that, it's usually a one-way trip and I had a little girl. Of course had the angel said "No," there wasn't of much I could have done, nevertheless I always like to plan in ahead.
"Do you remember me?" the angel asked? I looked for a moment and answered "Yes." The angel questioned "Who am I?", Even in my dream I quivered because the answer was "death." "How angel do you know the asked?" "I know, I answered,"because you were there when I died while having my son."" I asked again whether I what coming back and the angel answered yes. "Just checking," I thought.
Prior to this visit, I'd had a similar experience. I was giving birth to my son. Well actually I was having a caesarian. Obviously that part of what over and I had been placed in the recovery room. Suddenly, I was looking at myself as I hovered over my body. "Gee, I could stand to loose a few pounds," I thought. Then it dawned on me that if I could see myself in three dimensions, I was outside of my body. "Uh oh," I thought, "I'm dead." That's not fair. "I don't even know what I had." I thought, "who's going to pay the bills, and who's going to take care of my baby." Then a calmness spread over me and my attitude became one of "Oh well." I experienced being the perfect temperature. I felt as though I could walk out in a raging blizzard with just the hospital nightgown I had on and never feel the least bit cold.
The next thing I remember is going through a dark tunnel. Amazingly I and a number of other people were being pulled feet first toward the light. As some people have been known to say "brother do not look at the light, do not look at the light." well let me tell you there nothing else. I was there with other people and nobody what talking. Finally I arrived on the other side of the light. This is where I had met the angel who what now going to take me on a second trip. "Do you know where you are?" she asked and disappeared. The only thing I could't think of what, "This must be the suburbs of heaven." In any event, it what's the most beautiful forest I'd ever seen, and there I what alone. My angel had left me standing there in awe. Two women walked in my direction, greeted me and started to move on when I stopped them. "Excuse me;" "I'd like to see Jesus." The women looked at each other and one said to the other, "they're always in a hurry when they first arrive." "Don't worry you'll see him," and with that they continued to walk off in the opposite direction. To my surprise I found myself standing in front of a small fence. A man what headed in my direction. Hey what wearing something on his head which prevented me from seeing his face. I was intrigued and wanted to see if he was white or black. Wouldn't of that have been a laugh if he turned out to be black after all those pictures of him as a white man. No matter how hard I tried, I could't not see exactly what color he was. Now in my old age, it has become totally irrelevant anyway.
• "Do you like this garden?" he asked.
• "Yes I answered, only..." "
• "Only what?"
• "Only I'm not really here." "I'm in the hospital having a baby and I don 't even know what I' ve had."
• "Would you like to stay?"
• "No, I need to go back I have to take care of my child."
"•"All right,"he said, I'll come for you later."
Every morning I get up and I thank him because his later has lasted for 42 years beyond the date the promise what made.
I suddenly found myself in the tunnel again, moving in the opposite direction. There then what blast a that propelled me at a pace very almost back to where I had come from. I awoke in the recovery room. I can't help feeling that the sudden blast which launched me through the tunnel which a defibrillator. You now understand why I had to ask the angel I was whether coming back.
On this second trip, as if by magic we were riding in a chariot. I could look down and see what was happening everywhere in the world at one time. I did not like what I saw. Everywhere I looked people were doing something bad to children.
The first child I saw what a little girl about 11 years old. She what walking down the street and someone reached out and pulled her into a dark hall. She screamed but no one came to help her I gasped at the scene. As we moved along we were drawn into a public toilet in the subway. On the floor lay a two month old baby which had been raped. I cried from the very depths of my soul and moaned as I never have. I had never shed tears like that before or since. My soul what empty. Everywhere I looked children were being harmed by adults. My entire body which wrapped in pangs of pain. "I do not want to see any more," I said. The angel said, "Look down into the bottom of this chariot." "What do you see?" "Thousands of dolls-most of them female." The children were from every nation, but I would say that a good majority of them were from Western countries, judging from their clothing. It what my understanding that these were the children who had died in tragic circumstances. Angel the turned to me and said, "These dolls represent the number of dead children I collect every day." I just stood there in silence. "Now," the angel said, "you know what you have to do." When I woke up, I what still asking her what it was I had to do it didn't take long for me to find out. Within a few weeks I was teaching and working with children of all ages and all types of disabilities.
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