I have posted some videos a while ago on some other thread. Some of the experiences might be real, the others are already explained by science.
My own experience is the opposite, My father died, and appeared in my room.
At the end of the exchange, which opened with an apology by him, and closed with his terrifying scream just before he disappeared, it was quite clear he was trying to ward something off which was coming to claim him. Now that was in january 1979, and I still remember the scream.
It needs to be noted that the person who came to tell me my father had died was my mother’s brother, my uncle. He lived in Brighton, for the sake of the next segment. He also died later that same year due to liver cancer, which he didn’t know he had at the time.
I had a peculiar anecdote to this. About 3 years or so ago I was arguing with atheists on a Google site about the topic of NDE’s, which is what this forum is about. And of course I was getting nowhere. Due to the experience above I tend to be more sympathetic to NDE"s than most, and it goes without saying the atheists insisted they were either “off their meds”, hallucinating, or whatever.
**So I prayed I might meet someone who’d had an NDE.
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About two or three days later I was driving a Maxi Taxi (minibus with wheelchair fittings). I was in a suburb called Boondall, when a job appeared on the screen for a Maxi Taxi at Brighton. I procrastinated (something I’m good at) as I thought another cab would be in the area anyway. But when it stayed there for five minutes, I went for it and got it.
It was for a job at Brighton at a nursing home called Eventide. When I got there I found a single bloke about my age, not in good health. He hadn’t wanted a Maxi, and had just about been ready to give up waiting when I arrived. Anyway we got going.
We’d only been going about three minutes when he suddenly remarked, “I’m one of those rare people.” I asked him what he was talking about and he said he’d been technically dead for ten minutes.
Since we were going to the Royal Brisbane Hospital, we had some time to talk.
But what got me was that he went to the same high school, and was in the same class as the eldest son of the very same man who came to tell me my own father had died.
Now I hadn’t even asked in the prayer for anything to tie the two events together, but I got it anyway.
So I think there’s more to NDE’s than the medical researchers would like to think. Especially when they try to tell us there’s no judgment to be feared.
If my father’s scream was anything to go by, hell is to be feared. And that’s why I don’t have any trouble accepting the vision at Fatima, considering there were
two major miracles to endorse the apparition.