on a Table
roam the Earth. Beware the skeptics out there. I've had
my own experience with them. I'm one of those unfortunate
people who woke up in a morgue with a tag on my toe, freezing
in a sheet, on a table. The demons were around my table,
ready to take me down. Some intern noticed my eyes were
open and got me out of there. The stench of sulfur during
that experience was overwhelming.
I am a walking miracle at St. Luke's. I had clinically died
three times. Then the last time for real - hence, me in
the morgue with the tag on my toe. Notice this was not an
out-of-body experience for me. This was "eye-opening" reality.
Evidently, God Almighty was telling me to get my act together.
is a true story. My family can certainly vouch for it.
insisted that my father be present in his office for all
the brain scan pictures to be shown to him and I, including
the explanations that were in order for when I "came back."
And why they had me in the morgue.
himself could not believe the whole thing. He called me
on the phone at my home two times, two years in a row, to
ask me how I was doing and feeling. He couldn't get over
the fact that it was a miracle. During the session in the
surgeon's office, he showed my father and I how I had clinically
died three times in a row - the last time for real.
shown through the brain scan pictures they had taken. He
said, "And here, you are dead - really dead."
showed us a new set, saying, "And then you came back!" He
was all excited in his showing us and reliving the experience
himself as the surgeon involved - evidently.
have seen the face of that intern who came into the morgue
and saw my eyes open. I could not move or speak as I was
stiff and cold. I'll never forget the look of shock and
disbelief that was on his face! He looked like he was ready
to die from shock or fright.
I opened my eyes in the morgue, I remembered nothing except
being in my mind and the situation in the gray area - like
purgatory as I've heard it described. I could tell that
a decision was being made about me by God Almighty as to
what he was going to do with me. It hung in the air, so
to speak. I knew that it was a grave moment.
I knew, I opened my eyes. Then it was as if they were frozen
open. I could not blink, move or speak. That's when the
demons appeared. The stench was horrible - just as you would
think hell would smell like. And yes, there was the overwhelming
smell of sulfur everywhere.
were very agitated and I knew in my soul why they were there.
The presence of evil is hard to explain. It is far worse
than I can possibly describe. These demons were getting
more agitated by the minute. This is when I and them realized
a big decision was being made. Again, I could tell that
the demons usually were not made to wait to claim the person
they were there for.
long moments ticked by, the demons became mad and frenzied.
I could see that they were beginning to realize that they
were maybe not going to be allowed to drag me down to hell
after all. God's decision over me hung in the air and I
cannot describe to you what that felt like. Then, out of
fear of this decision, I passed out.
thing that took place was that I opened my eyes again and
they froze open again. I was there on the table completely
helpless. I could see my chest and knew that I was not breathing,
nor had I been during any of this. My eyes were frozen open
in the morgue. I knew that I was in a serious position and
only God could do something about it. This was when the
intern came in and saw me there with my eyes open. He whipped
himself into action and started to get me out of there.
This is when I passed out again.
is more to this very complicated story, but I will leave
am a Christian; but at the time this happened to me, I was
not being a good one or, even yet, one at all in reality.
did not change me overnight. I was in denial for approximately
two years over it. And I disliked that dang surgeon calling
me at home to remind me of it.
day I squared off to myself and admitted to myself that,
yes, I really had deserved hell at that time. The demons
were going to take me down there. By the way, the direction
expressed in this experience was that hell really is down.
I've typed enough about this now. You get the picture.
I do not
have nightmares. This whole experience was a lesson to me
from God Almighty. To use the name "nightmare" is to humbly
remember what God did for me by giving me a second chance.
the demon forms look like? Just as you would expect them
to look like: deformed, ugly, big, beast-like, evil infested,
agitated, frenzied, human-like forms. Actually, Hollywood
does a great job of imitating them in their movies. A person
does wonder where they get their ideas from. I'll give ya