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Near-Death Vision Verified
by David A.

This story was relayed to me by my dad about 10 or 15 years ago and I never forgot it. It all happened way back when, before I was born. My Aunt Ann became very ill with a virus - so ill that she slipped into a coma. My father recalls the doctor explaining she would not make it through the night after months in the coma. That night family stayed with Ann. She was pallid, belly bloated and physically on death's door. In the morning hours, my Aunt Ann came awake from the coma. She couldn't speak from oral dehydration as of months of intrevenal liquids. Hours later, when my day sat alone with my Aunt, she recalled her own story:

"I was climbing a mountain. I had to get to the top. I had no choice, I knew I must get to the top of this mountain. I traveled for days and days. When I reached the top, I then knew I had to reach the bottom of the other side of the mountain. My original determination to reach the top was restored to reach the bottom. It took me so long to reach the bottom, than just yards from the other side I heard a voice saying, 'Ann, go back... Ann go back.' I searched the valley between the mountains and there he was. A man of the cloth, not a father, but perhaps a brother. He was standing before a small wooden school house or church, or possibly a combination of the two. He was waving me away shouting, 'Go back, you must go back.' Believe it or not but at that moment I was more determined to get back up and over the mountain I just ascended and descended as if my life depended on it. As exhausted as I was I ran and ran up the mountain and ran and ran as fast as I could down the other side. As soon as I hit the point where I began, I opened my eyes here."

This is not the end of the story.

Many years later, perhaps 20 or more. My Aunt Ann was helping my Nanny Jesse move from her house in Downsville, New York. She was moving some books and came across a bible. When placing it in a moving box, a picture fell out. It was a picture of the man in the cloth in front of the same little school house church in her deathbed visions. Quite shocked, she went to her mother and asked about the picture and bible. My Grandma Jesse explained that this was the Catholic Brother who was her teacher in kindergarten when she was but three or four years old, and the bible was given to her by him. Subsequently, this man of the cloth and passed many years before my aunt's slipping into the coma.

I hope you enjoyed this sharing as it may help others to come clear with the fact that it is not all just flesh and blood, riches and wealth, happy and sad. There is so much more to life than the here and now on this physical plane.

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