Josh W

I do not remember the event causing me to go to the hospital. I guess that I had a bad seizure and my friends called an ambulance. I remember coming to consciousness in a dark, but bright, space with a 360-degree spherical view. I no longer had a physical body, which freaked me out. I could hear someone saying, "It's not your time yet. Come here." I went toward the voice and there were multiple bright lights of different colors. I started asking where I was and what was going on. But, I had no outward voice. As soon as I said in my mind, a voice said back to me, "You are safe but this is not your time. You have work to finish." I then realized we were speaking telepathically. I had an overwhelming feeling of bliss, love, and understanding. I had no more pain, stress, depression, anxiety, and so on. I kept asking, "Where am I?" but all they would say was, "You are safe." They then told me I had not finished my job on earth and I was to return. I told them, "I did not want to return and wanted to stay home." They told me, "You are supposed to become a healer of youth, preach the word of the creator, and lead people to a higher vibration." I told them, "This makes no sense; I am a drug-dealing addict with no education. How am I supposed to help anyone?" They told me I chose this life and I was to learn from my experiences in order to teach others how to overcome their trauma. Until I learned from my experiences, I would continue reliving the same life. I told them yet again, "I did not want to leave this place," and they just repeated the same thing too. I asked them, "Well, how am I supposed to do this?" and they didn't answer the question. They then told me I had been anything in many lives and this was my final form. They said once I finished this chapter in my lineage, I would be given a choice of coming back to earth in a physical form. I could come back as a spirit guide, or being able to come back to the, "Light to live for eternity." I once again tried to tell them I did not want to go. All of a sudden, I woke up in the hospital with all kinds of tubes in me and a mask on. Everyone said as soon as my eyes opened they had never seen me look so mad. I started trying to rip everything off of me. When they got the mask off me, I started saying, "Why the heck did you bring me back here?" No one understood what I was trying to say, and no one believed the story I told. They told me they had no answer for why I ended up in the hospital. But they told me that I would never walk, talk, or think properly again and have permanent brain damage. Six months later I was walking and talking just fine but still had brain damage. I moved across the country to get away from the cops, drugs, and crime I was a part of. I smoked weed for a couple more years to medicate my PTSD and ADHD but quit that as well and got on ADHD meds. For the next 12 years I suffered from suicidal tendencies that the doctors chalked up to brain damage and PTSD. I stopped telling them about my NDE as it felt like they were leaning toward putting me in the hospital. I did not want to kill myself over those things; I wanted to go back "home." Incidentally, at the end of these 12 years, I got my yearly MRI. The doctor started telling me how beautiful my brain was and how I should feel proud. I told him what had happened to me, and he did not believe me. He left the room and came back 45 minutes later saying it was a miracle and had no answers for why it happened or how it healed itself. From ages 18 to 30, I wanted answers to what happened to me and why I am living this life. I studied every major religion and a few forms of spirituality. I learned a lot about the human aspect of God. But nothing explained what really happened, the truth of why we are here, and my overall experiences and feelings. Then, at 30 years old, I was at the end of a very bad relationship and a business gone bad. I was having a huge three-day fight with my girlfriend. I was once again having thoughts of killing myself one Sunday afternoon. At about 3:30 p.m. I was watching YouTube and a voice that was not mine popped into my head and said, "Go to church." I quickly replied and said, "I am not religious and not Christian." About an hour later the same voice said the same thing and I replied, "There is no church service at night." I then jumped on Google and found one church that had a Sunday night service. After that service I was hooked on Jesus and claimed to be an evangelist. I then started working as a carpenter, and a few years later moved back home. Long story short, a couple of years after being back home I developed back and hip issues which led me to go on disability. The government gave me an option to go back to school for retraining in a field that was not so physical. They would pay for 75% of my tuition and give me money to live on. I decided to be a correctional guard. But, one night I kept thinking that this decision does not feel right, and the next day the school got shut down. I jumped online and found another school and saw a course for counseling and human services. A voice in my head said, "That's it!" Three weeks later I was in college. I just graduated and now I am working as a youth rehabilitation worker with youth who have trauma-filled lives and active addiction issues. I also found my way to Gnostic Christianity, which to me is the closest thing to our world history and our creator. I am also in the works of brainstorming a couple of books, one to be called "Mind Mapping" and the other "The Truth About Religion and Spirituality." I also just turned 43, for timeline's sake. I have come back with special abilities I did not have before. I now have a sense of compassion I never had before. I seem to be able to know what people are about before I talk to them and seem to understand what they are trying to say without being able to use words to describe it. But the weirdest thing is being able to communicate with the universe; both with the creators and the dead from time to time. It is not an all-the-time thing, but as my meditations get stronger my abilities get more vocal. This life now has way more details, but I think this is a good snapshot.