The Day I Died

Written by Avalon De Witt

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I looked down and saw my dad again. He was pulling my body out ofrepparttar water. I was dead. But I was more alive than ever before, or since. My dad threw my body over his shoulder and started forrepparttar 122334 riverbank. It was a beautiful sight to me and I was filled with compassion.

I don't know what made me go back; maybe it was that compassion. But for whatever reason, I was compelled. I floated closer, as my dad laid my body inrepparttar 122335 sand and started administering CPR. He was silent and focused. I was at peace and knew what to do. I came down and found a place onrepparttar 122336 sand to "sit" behind my head. I looked into my dad's face as he pumped diligently at my chest.

Suddenly, water shot up like a geyser from my nose and mouth, and WHOOSH! I was sucked back into my body throughrepparttar 122337 top of my head. I "awoke" in my body, gasping and choking,repparttar 122338 force ofrepparttar 122339 water burning through my nose and throat. The harsh contrast of being thrust from Heaven back intorepparttar 122340 pain and confinement ofrepparttar 122341 body hurt more thanrepparttar 122342 dying experience, itself. It was like getting tossed offrepparttar 122343 best carnival ride ever, and I wanted back on!

Years later, when I asked my father about this experience, thinking maybe it had been a dream, he recounted every detail as clearly I had seen it from above. The Love and bliss I experienced in that place of Light has been my driving force, ever since. And from that day forward, my life's goal has been to bring a piece of that Light back to earth. That little spark from "the other side" remains with me to this day.

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Avalon De Witt has practiced as a professional psychic and spiritual counselor for over 10 years and has studied the Tarot and other forms of divination for over 21 years. She has worked successfully with thousands of clients world-wide. Avalon believes that the Light of Divinity resides in us all, and she is devoted to revealing that Light in your life. Her focus is to show you how to tap into that source of unlimited power and knowledge within YOU.

Through the Tunnel

Written by Martin Brofman, PhD

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The ride was long, but I had nothing else to do but go for it. Finally,repparttar end ofrepparttar 122333 tunnel was in sight. I came out into a kind of space, a stillness, where there was a glow of energy addressing me. It was like a spark of life, energy glowing with intelligence, not in a human form, just pure consciousness. It seemed that some distance away, there was another spark just observingrepparttar 122334 scene.

I felt as though I were having an exit interview, something like, "Well, your trip is over now, so complete things in your consciousness about that, and we'll move on." I looked back and saw my life as I had lived it, completed my thoughts about things that had happened, understood a lot of things differently, and then expressed that I was ready.

The Being began to move away. I began to follow, and then I paused. The Being quickly asked me whatrepparttar 122335 thought was that had just entered my consciousness. I had thought that it would be a shame for my daughters to have grown up without their father in their life. I had spent a large part of my life without my father in it, and I would have liked my daughters to not have to have experienced that. Anyway, I was ready to go.

The Being said that because my reason for wanting to return was somebody outside myself, I would be allowed to return. Before I hadrepparttar 122336 chance to express that I didn't really want to return, there was a rapid, confused movement, something happened,repparttar 122337 other spark which had been "observing" was somehow a part of it, and then I was waking up in this body, in traumatic pain, with intense drama going on around me inrepparttar 122338 hospital.

I felt as if I had just jumped into a movie that had been underway, but that I had not beenrepparttar 122339 one inrepparttar 122340 body before this moment. Because ofrepparttar 122341 trauma andrepparttar 122342 drama, my attention was directed to things happening inrepparttar 122343 physical world, andrepparttar 122344 memory of what had happened before was somehow obliterated. I had other things happening which were demanding my attention, and besides, I did not haverepparttar 122345 belief systems that would allow me to accept what had just happened.

Overrepparttar 122346 next year, I began to explore ideas and philosophies I had no experience of before. I read books like "Life After Life," and "Life After Death," and other writings which described what people called, "Near Death Experiences," and I began to remember what had happened. I sawrepparttar 122347 similarities to what others had experienced, and I knew then what had happened to me. I thought also ofrepparttar 122348 similarities to what we considerrepparttar 122349 "normal" birth process, where babies are born into bright lights and loud sounds and being slapped, and perhaps, their attention is so much directed to outer things that they forget their inner experiences just beforerepparttar 122350 process of being born.

From time to time, I meet others who have maderepparttar 122351 trip, and we compare notes. "What was it like for you?" One woman said that before, she was certain there would be a Being onrepparttar 122352 other side with a big book, looking at what she had and had not done, and making checks and crosses, good marks and bad marks. When she got torepparttar 122353 other side, there really was a Being there with a big book, just as she thought there would be. The only bad marks she got, though, were forrepparttar 122354 things that she hadn't done. Her only sin was self-denial.

My diagnosis on leavingrepparttar 122355 hospital was "Spinal Cord Tumor." There was no treatment possible. I was given one or two months to live, and I decided to do that living my new philosophy of "I'm glad I did." I decided to work on myself, working in my consciousness to releaserepparttar 122356 tumor. Later,repparttar 122357 doctors decided that they must have made a mistaken diagnosis.

But that's another story.

By Martin Brofman, Ph.D. Martin Brofman 1988

A pioneer in spiritual healing, vision improvement, and exploring the nature of the body/mind interface, MARTIN BROFMAN is the author of the revolutionary book Anything Can Be Healed - a manual for the Body Mirror System of Healing, which he developed through his research and experience while healing himself of terminal illness in 1975. He and others he has trained present these healing tools worldwide. See his website at

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