Does our soul have divine knowledge of preordained occurrences (Tweet this)?
My dad, Dick.
I want to open this blog post by saying I am tremendously proud of my two parents, Dick and Norma, who participated in a study I have been carrying out. The study is regarding what spiritually occurs with the living individual as they near death. What inner knowing do they sense? What out of the ordinary do they feel? What do they see? What do they hear?
My parents, upstanding long-time members of their Christian church, were only aware of details of my own near-death experiences that didn’t include visions prior to my death. This investigation was regarding the details of what those nearing death would experience, and I would be open to hearing virtually anything they cared to share without the ordinary doubt or judgment. They agreed to my terms and signed forms allowing me to share their stories and my findings with the world.
Now, after their passing, and analyzing of extensive notes, I’m ready to unfold their final stories that ended in a love story that continued into eternity.
Let’s go back in time to one morning in July of 2015, when my dad showed the first sign his soul was readying itself for the end of this lifetime.
It was a beautiful sunlit summer morning; I was watching television in the living room taking a break from my caregiving duties for the day. My sister, Diane, had come to give me a break. She was in the kitchen cleaning and visiting with our mom while our mom sat watching and conversing as Diane scrubbed the counters and swept the kitchen floor.
I looked up when my dad came down the hall with his walker. He had a strange look on his face and his shoulders were slumped. He came to a stop and stood just inside the living room continuing to look down at the floor wearing a look of confusion. This was not the usual happy look he would greet us with.
I asked him: “Are you okay?”
Dad answered: “I don’t know.”
Concerned, I started asking further questions thinking he’d fallen out of bed, hit his head, or something similar. Those inquiries proved nothing of the sort occurred. Then my dad took a thought-provoking breath, and what came out of his mouth next was nothing I would have expected.
Dad’s next words were: “I just came back from another world. I was flying through tunnels and everything.”
My sister, Diane, who had been in the kitchen helping our mom heard our mumbling and came to investigate. I told her what dad had just said and now both of our curiosities peeked. After all who wouldn’t be curious?
Diane was also open to the miracles of heaven because she was in a motorcycle accident when she was a young lady. Although she was wearing a helmet, she was thrown from the motorcycle, landing a good distance away from the road, breaking her neck. The first person to arrive was a doctor who called for a helicopter and other help but would not exit his car. He only gave orders of what not to do or what to do to stabilize her. When the helicopter started to arrive, the doctor disappeared. Due to this and more which I won’t share at the moment, Diane also is open to hearing everything mom and dad wanted to share as well. She was a great helper in my endeavor.
Mom shuffled into the living room as well and sat at the dining table with her coffee.
With our ears wide open we listened to dad explained while in “the other world” he was standing with other people talking, but there was no one in the group that he knew. He didn’t remember the conversation but he remembered the beautiful fields and lush green hillsides that he flew over before flying through a tunnel that brought him back to his bed.
By now, he was sitting in a chair with a countenance of confusion still on his face because his experience was so real but he wondered how can this be.
My sister Diane, and I explained that it sounded as if he took a trip to Heaven. We shared with him these types of sojourns to the netherworld are known as astral traveling, and they’re more common than people might realize.
Astral traveling is where one’s soul separates from the human body and travels back to its true home in Heaven, or traverses the astral plane, and the universe, returning to the body before the body awakens.
Some call these vivid dreams, but the experiencer knows their experience really occurred. They knew it was more than a dream. I, for one because of my NDE, know the supernatural power of God is beyond our understanding, and astral traveling is an authentic experience.
Once dad understood we believed his story and, to him, there was a satisfactory explanation to what occurred he relaxed and started asking more questions, but with his short-term memory loss, he quickly forgot what we had explained. In any case, he was no longer troubled.
This experience, four years prior to my dad’s final breath, was the first indication dad’s earthly life was coming to a close his soul knew an enormous change was on the horizon, even though it wasn’t immediate in this earthly realm. This makes perfect sense if you consider Heaven doesn’t follow the same rules regarding time. This is referred to in the Bible like this in 2 Peter 3:8: “But you must not forget this one thing, dear friends: A day is like a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand years is like a day.” (NLT)
Thank you for joining me as I share amazing spiritual accounts told to me by my parents as they approached their final breath. Stay tuned for more incredible stories.
Many blessings!