Roxanne H

I am not sure where to start. It was December 3, 2007; my husband and son were just starting to get involved in the Christmas holiday. I had been tired and not eating very well the past two or three days but I thought it was because I was busy. I decided to go upstairs and relax but to my amazement, I got sick to my stomach. I remember a dull but painful pain in my upper back. I was very short of breath. My husband offered to take me to the hospital but somehow (I'm not sure how) but deep down I knew I would not make it there.

He sent my thirty-three year old son up to stay with me because I asked my husband to call 911. The pressure got worse I couldn't breathe and I knew the end was near. The last thing I remember without any help is being on my knees and screaming for help. At one point I was awake enough to pull the respirator out of my mouth, then darkness, time went by very fast. My husband said that at that time, a doctor told him to get me out of that hospital or I would die. They (my family) had me transferred to a different hospital. That is when they put me in a coma. I am not sure when my NDE took place, but I did flat-line seven times I was told this by the staff and the doctors that helped me - they now call me the miracle woman.

My experience was this.

First it must have been dark I was not in my body but rather a spirit form - I didn't walk but floated or flew. The first think I remember is seeing an old country store with a wood porch. There were young children sitting around, to them it was cold they were wearing winter clothes. As I looked closer I thought I recognized them as my uncles who are no longer with us - but it was odd that they were young children, maybe the age of nine. They were looking at an old two-wheeler bike that they seemed very excited about. They didn't know who I was, I could tell by the look on their faces. There were a total of three or four children there. I saw that their pants were getting wet and I told them, 'Ummm, grandma is going to be so mad at you.' Then they looked at me for the first time.

At that point, my grandmother's voice and a vision of her face much younger than I remember came and said, 'Roxanne, come to my house and we can make bread.' This gave me great comfort (my grandmother was famous for her homemade bread at least in our family, not to mention her home). I remember being at her house for a while, there were young children coming in and out. I think they were my uncles who have passed on. It was a feeling of being in another time. I kept waiting for the smell of homemade bread and coffee, but instead we sat at her table and she spoke. She had no regrets as a mother. The only regret she said she had was that she had never told the children how proud she was of all of them and she wished she could tell them that one thing.

This is where and when things changed. I know I was somewhere and very little light. Then in front of me, I saw blue clouds, bluer than any blue you can imagine, with brilliant white clouds fluffy white, whiter than you have ever seen. While looking at this I saw gold I am not sure if it was a table a road or a fence or altar. As I got closer, I saw a figure. At first, I did not know who it was so I got even closer. I saw Jesus standing before me. I couldn't believe this was true until he moved. He was brilliant, love radiated from him and he knew who I was and everything about me. He was perfect (for lack of a better word) his skin, his hair, his eyes; they were like nothing I have seen before or since. His robe was white and blue all on piece but yet blended into one garment. His gaze was of acceptance, recognition, and love. His arms reached out to me and his hands were bidding me to come closer. In eagerness, I ran to him.

Once I approached him, we hugged but not like a human hug. There were no bones - it was like his spirit went into me and mine into him and I was at total peace. Then I saw myself as a child about three or four naked squatting on this platform it was white - these giant angel wings closed around me. When they closed, there was a small amount of blood near the base of the wing - I felt safe and warm. I came back knowing that Jesus loves us all no matter what. And he is waiting to welcome us. He is with us always in sprit. I have never been a bad person but now I want to be even a better person. This experience has changed me and my attitude toward life. The seven times I flat-lined happened within two and a half days.