I died before.  I died on the operating table in 1962 during surgery following a major automobile accident.  I was 19 years old.  I didn't want to die.  I wanted to live.  I recall my experience of dying and encountering the White Light as though it were yesterday.

 

 "You see the lights, Nadine?"  Doctor Preston's masked face hovered above me.  "Look at the lights, Nadine.  Tell me how many lights!"

     I tried to focus, but I was so sleepy; couldn't he just let me sleep!

     "Tell me how many lights!"  He demanded.

     "Nine.  Nine lights."  I mumbled, trying to pay attention.

     "Good.  That's right.  Nine lights.  You remember those lights, Nadine; you remember those lights, so when you wake up, you know you'll see those nine lights.  Count backwards from 100."     "100, 99, 72, 89, 94, 97..."

     I couldn't move my lips anymore, but in my mind; I was still trying to count backwards.

     Dr. Preston made a long, vertical incision from just below my rib cage to the bottom of my abdomen.

     I was sinking down, down the wide black funnel.  A cool breeze told me I was traveling fast.  Down and down as the funnel narrowed.  Down and down.

     Suddenly, brilliant White Light!  I started crying.  I had no body...yet, I was crying.  My Essence was sobbing, crying!

     "No!  No!  Please!  I can't go!  Not yet!  No!"  I begged.

     The most gentle, loving voice spoke through the light.

     "I want you with me."

     Panic filled me,  "Oh, no!  Please!  There's something more I have to do!"

     "Oh, but I want you with me."  The gentle, loving voice tried to convince me.

     "Please, I'll do anything!  Mom would die!"

     "I want you with me.  Here."

     "I'll do anything!  Just tell me.  Tell me, please!  Anything!

     "Very well,"  the voice still gentle, still full of love, replied.

     I stopped crying.  Panic turned to peace as I asked.

     "Tell me.  I'll do anything!"

     "You will know when you have done what it is you are to do."

     Incredible love, peace and joy filled my Essence.  The White Light vanished as my Essence began moving up the black funnel.  I was just about to reach the wider part of the funnel when, suddenly, I was hovering close to the ceiling of the operating room, looking down at my own body on the operating table.

     Doctor Preston had ripped off his operating mask, which hung around his neck.  His big hands grasped my shoulders.  He was shaking me.  His face was inches from my face.  He was yelling my name, over and over.  Nurses were running around, wheeling up equipment.

     The scene faded.  I was back in the black funnel, where it grew wider, the cool breeze carrying me rapidly toward the top.

     I could hear my name being called as though across many mountains, very far away, very, very far away.

     "Nadine...Nadine...Nadine...Nadine..."

     It was getting closer, the sound of my name, closer and closer.  Over and over, I heard, "Nadine...Nadine..."

     Abruptly, I heard my name said in the same dimension.  I opened my eyes to Doctor Preston's face in mine, shaking me, saying my name, "Nadine!"

     I could see the nine lights above Doctor Preston's now smiling face; then once more, the blackness grabbed me and swallowed me up.

     It was as if no time had passed, for when I opened my eyes again, Doctor Preston was sitting on my bed, holding my hand.  He smiled, a shadow of a smile.  He had been by my side for hours.  He had only snatches of sleep since I had been brought into the Emergency Room, shortly before nine o'clock on Good Friday night.

     The exploratory surgery on my abdomen failed to reveal a ruptured spleen as he had pre-diagnosed.  There was massive bruising of my inner organs but no internal bleeding, at least, not in my abdomen.

     I managed a half-smile,  "Oh, doctor!  I have to tell you about my dream...the dream in surgery!"

 

I told him, every detail so crystal clear.  With every detail, tears welled in the big man's eyes.  Tears ran down his cheeks as I finished.  His lips quivered with emotion.

"Wasn't that a wonderful dream, doctor?"

 

He shook his head from side to side, took a deep breath, swallowed hard, that was no dream, Nadine.  We had lost you.  You were clinically dead for two-and-a-half minutes.  That was no dream.

 

No, it was no dream.  I have received what I call Divine Signs from the White Light for many years.  Only I knew what the divine sign was and what it meant to me.

 

The White Light had granted me additional life and told me, "You will know when you have done what it is you are to do."

 

The White Light guided me and told me, this is part of what you are to do by sending Divine Signs.  The Divine Signs I received all had to do with April 1^st, April Fools Day, or the numbers 1 & 4 and 147.  What did April Fool have to do with anything?

 

Years later, after my mother had died, and my childhood mementos were stored in my sister's garage almost two hundred miles away.  I was moving.  Sitting on the floor, without looking, I reached up to grab more of my books to pack into an antique trunk.   My hand grasped something that was not a book.  I pulled the item down and my mouth dropped open as I studied the photo and read the words.

(to be continued...)

 

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