RaNelle Wallace's Near-Death
October 9, 1985, RaNelle Wallace and her husband
tried to fly their single-engine airplane through
a snowstorm in central Utah. They became
disoriented and crashed against the side of
a mountain, turning their small craft into a
raging inferno. Burnt over 75% of her body,
charred and in severe pain she struggled for
her life as she climbed down the jagged and
treacherous mountainside to seek for help. After
giving all that was in her to give, she finally
let go of her life when the paramedic said,
"Stop fighting, well do all the work for you!"
RaNelle Wallace died at that time - six hours
after the plane crashed. What happened to her
then has captured the hearts of thousands who
have heard of her incredible journey beyond
of her near-death experience is very unusual
and quite amazing. While in heaven, she sees
her son who was not yet born into the world. It
is this aspect of her experience that makes
her near-death experience very unique. What
follows are excerpts from her book,
The Burning Within in which she describes
her amazing near-death experience. More information
can be found at RaNelle's Facebook page at
the Tunnel and a Life Review
that moment I was sucked into a narrow tube,
and I began flying through it feet first. The
tube was extremely tight, and I became more
frightened because it almost felt like my body
was being sucked inside out. My speed was
tremendous - indescribable. Nothing on
Earth has ever gone that fast, nothing could. It
felt as if I were whizzing past galaxies, but
the colors and lights were right next to me,
almost brushing against me, and my fears mounted.
Then I heard voices. It
seemed people were traveling beside me somehow,
although there was no room for them. I
became aware of one person near me who was alone
and not speaking. I couldn't see anyone; I just
knew the person was there.
The voices stopped
and a brief scene flashed before me. A series
of pictures, words, ideas, understanding. It
was a scene from my life. It flashed before
me with incredible rapidity, and I understood
it completely and learned from it. Another scene
came, and another, and another, and I was seeing
my entire life, every second of it. And I didn't
just understand the events; I relived them.
I was that person again, doing those things
to my mother, or saying those words to my father
or brothers or sisters, and I knew why, for
the first time, I had done them or said them. Entirety
does not describe the fullness of this review. It
included knowledge about myself, that all the
books in the world couldn't contain. I understood
every reason for everything I did in my life.
And I also understood the impact I had on others.
A part of me began
to anticipate certain events, things in my life
I would dread seeing again. But most of them
didn't show up, and I understood that I had
taken responsibility for these actions and had
repented of them. I saw myself repenting
of them, sincerely wanting God to remove the
weight and guilt of those terrible actions.
And He had. I marveled at His sublime love and
that my misdeeds could be forgiven and removed
so easily. But then I saw other scenes that
I hadn't anticipated, things that were just
as awful. I saw them in horrible detail
and watched the impact they had on others. I
saw that I had let many people down in my life.
I had made commitments to friends and family
that I had just let ride until they were irreversibly
unfulfilled. People had depended on me, and
I had said, I'm too busy or it's not my problem,
and just let it go. My cavalier attitude had
caused real pain and heartache in others, pain
I had never known about.
I was shown a friend
who I knew had suffered terribly in her life.
She lived in a beautiful, spiritual world before
she came to this life, and she had been confused
and hesitant about coming here at all. But she
was given the promise of good parents, family
members, and friends, and she agreed to come
for the experience and growth this life would
afford her. I was shown that I was one of the
key friends who had been given to her as a guide
and help. Then I saw my own personal follies
and uncaring attitudes. I saw how these had
combined to mislead my friend and propel her
into new mistakes and grief.
I had messed up my
own life, not really caring about the consequences,
and in so doing had hurt her as well. If I had
followed through on my obligations to myself
and others, she would have lived an easier and
more productive life. Until that moment
I had never realized that ignoring responsibilities
was a sin.
What was happening?
Why was I seeing all this? My mind spun
Next, I saw a woman
whom I had been asked by our local church leader
to visit periodically. I was just to check up
on her and see if she needed any help. I knew
the woman quite well but was afraid of her constant
pessimism and negativity. She was locally
renowned for her bitterness. I didn't think
I could handle the depressing influence she
would have on me, so I never went to see her.
Not once. I saw now that the opportunity to
visit her had been orchestrated by Higher Powers,
that I had been just the person she needed at
that time. She didn't know it, and I didn't
know it, but I had let her down. Now I
lived her sadness and felt her disappointment
and knew I was a cause of it. I had fallen
through on a special mission to her, a responsibility
that would have strengthened me over time. I
had retreated from an opportunity for growth,
both for me and for her, because I was not caring
enough to fight through my petty fears and laziness.
But the reasons didn't matter; I could see that,
even now, she was living in sadness and bitterness,
living through it just as I now experienced
it, and there was nothing I could do to go back
myself doing good things, but they were fewer
and less significant than I had thought. Most
of the great things I thought I had done were
almost irrelevant. I had done them for myself.
I had served people when it served me to do
so. I had founded my charity on conditions of
repayment, even if the repayment was merely
a stroke to my ego. Some people had been
helped, however, by my small acts of kindness,
a smile, a kind word, little things I had long
since forgotten. I saw that people were
happier because of my actions and in turn were
kinder to others. I saw that I had sent out
waves of goodness and hope and love when I had
only meant to smile or to help in a small way. But
I was disappointed at how few of these incidents
there were. I had not helped as many people
as I thought.
As the review of
my life came to an end I was in agony. I saw
everything I had ever done in vivid, immediate
detail - the bad things, haunting and terrifying
in their finality, and the good things, ringing
with greater reward and happiness than I had
ever imagined. But in the end I was found wanting.
I found myself wanting. Nobody was there to
judge me. Nobody had to be. I wanted to melt
in the agony of self-indictment. The fires of
remorse began to consume me, but there was nothing
I could do.
Entering into the Light and Reuniting with Her
A dot of light appeared
far off in front of me. It was just a pinpoint,
a tiny speck in the distance, but its brilliance
distinguished it from all other lights around
me and I instinctively pressed towards it. Emanating
from it was a love and hope and peace that my
soul hungered for. I wanted, I needed this
brilliant, radiant light. The black tube took
the shape of a tunnel now, opening up as I neared
its end. The light burst forth before me, filling
everything with brightness, and I was coming
upon it impossibly fast. Oh, my gosh, I
thought, it's brighter than the sun. It'll blind
me! It'll kill me!
I remembered my burns
from the plane crash and was afraid they would
ignite again in this radiance. But I couldn't
stop myself. I was drawn to the light by forces
I could not control, so I shut my eyes against
my impending destruction. But my eyes wouldn't
shut. They felt shut - but somehow I could
still see. And then I was in the light.
Like a nuclear explosion,
the light pierced me. Every particle of me was
shot through with blinding, brilliant light,
and I had a feeling of transparency.
My skin didn't burn. My
eyes still saw. I floated in this light,
bathed in it, and the love that surrounded me
and filled me was sweeter and finer than anything
I had ever felt. I was changed by it, refined,
rarified, made pure. I basked in its sweetness,
and the traumas of the past were far behind
me, forgotten and transformed by peace. Then
an image appeared in the distance.
A woman walked toward
me dressed in white. Her hair was white, and
her face shone with light. I had no fear
of her; the love I felt allowed no fear. She
came forward and stood immediately before me. Then
she smiled, and I loved her smile. It filled
me with even greater love, and I wanted to know
her. She spoke my name.
But her lips didn't
move. Her smile never changed and my first
thought was "Wow, what a trick! Her lips didn't
"RaNelle," she said
again, and I realized her voice sounded in my
mind and not in my ears. How could this be?
"RaNelle," she was
more insistent. "It's Grandma."
And the moment she
said this, I recognized her. She was my mother's
mother. But she looked different than I had
remembered. She was full and rounded and
vibrant. She appeared to be about twenty-five
years old, but her hair was glorious white,
and everything about her was radiantly beautiful.
Her body was glorious, and I began to understand
why I hadn't recognized her. She had been frail
and sick all the years I had known her. Then
the realization hit me.
Grandma was dead;
she had died a couple of years before. And I
thought, if she's dead, then what am I doing
"Oh, I'm dead."
The thought came
out of me like spoken words, though I hadn't
moved my mouth.
Now everything fit.
The colorful lights, the life review, and now
this light of glorious love, all of it naturally
occurred as my life continued in this next world.
This definitely wasn't some dream or some drug-induced
vision. I was more keenly aware and alive
now than I had ever been in my body. I immediately
accepted this, and wanted to know where everybody
Her lips didn't move, but her spirit giggled.
Aren't people supposed
to meet me when I die?" I asked. "Aren't
there supposed to be people singing hallelujah
and coming up to hug me and saying, ‘Welcome'?"
She giggled again,
and I thought it was the most delightful giggle
I had ever heard.
"Well," she said,
"everybody is quite busy. Come on. You have
a lot to see," and she reached out for my hand.
Meeting a Friend from a Lower Afterlife Realm
But I thought, "Wait,
what about Jim?"
Jim was a friend
who had been killed in an automobile accident
several months earlier. If Grandma was here,
maybe she could tell me what happened to him.
"What about Jim?"
I said again, and then I saw him in the distance,
walking toward us.
Instantly I wanted
to run and embrace him, but my grandmother put
out her arm and said, "No, you cannot."
I was startled. There
was a power in her words, and I knew I couldn't
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because of the way
he lived his life," she said.
He had come closer
now and had stopped ten or twelve feet away.
He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt that
was unbuttoned to mid-chest.
This was how he normally
wore his shirts on Earth, but I thought, my
goodness, that's risqué. Do they let you
dress like that in heaven?
He smiled, and I
could feel his happiness. Although he didn't
possess the same kind of light or power that
my grandmother did, he seemed content. He gave
me a message to give to his mother, asking that
I tell her to stop grieving over his death,
to let her know that he was happy and progressing.
He explained that
he had made certain decisions in life that had
hindered his growth on Earth. He had made
the decisions knowing they were wrong, and now
he was willing to accept their consequences.
When he was thrown from the van that he and
his wife and a friend had been in, his head
had hit a rock, and he had been killed instantly.
When he got to the other side, he was given
a choice to stay in the spirit or return to
Earth. He could see that his growth on
Earth had come to a stop and that if he returned
he might lose even that light which he had gained.
So he chose to stay.
He asked me to explain
this to his mother, and I said I would, not
knowing how I would accomplish it since I had
no thought of going back myself. Then he
said that he had a lot of work waiting for him,
and he turned and left. I could tell that
he was very busy, very engaged in matters that
were vital to him, that would help him, though
I didn't know what they were.
I looked at my grandmother
and asked why she had prevented me from embracing
him. She explained that this was a part
his of "damnation".
Learning Heavenly Insights at the Speed
"The powers we are
given," she explained, "are self-given. We grow
by the force of our desires to learn, to love,
to accept things by faith that we cannot prove. Our
ability to accept truth, to live by it, governs
our progress in the spirit, and it determines
the degree of light we possess. Nobody forces
light and truth upon us, and nobody takes it
away unless we let them. We are self-governed
and self-judged. We have total agency. Jim decided
to limit his growth on Earth by rejecting things
he knew were true. He hurt himself and others
by using and selling drugs. Some of the people
were hurt severely. He had various reasons for
turning to drugs but the fact remains that he
knew these things were wrong. He chose darkness
over light often enough that he would not choose
light again. And, now, to the degree that
he became spiritually dark, he is consigned
to a similar degree of darkness - or lack of
light - here in the spirit. Yet he still
has agency. He can grow. He can still find all
the joy he is willing to accept, all that he
is capable of receiving. But he knows that
he does not have the same powers to progress
and achieve joy that others with more light
have. This is a part of damnation, because
his progress is limited. But he is choosing
to grow. And he is happy."
"The Lord never gives
more challenges in life than can be handled,"
she continued, "Rather than jeopardize someone's
spiritual progression or cause more suffering
than can be endured, he will bring that spirit
home, where he or she can continue progressing."
All of this rang
utterly true to me. She had communicated it
with lightning speed, faster than computers
can talk. It was instant and total knowing.
I found that Grandmother and I could think on
several levels at once and communicate them
all simultaneously. You can't know something
without knowing everything around it, what causes
it, what sustains it. Knowledge dovetails
in the spirit world, each piece fitting with
other pieces. Every fact connected to it is
seen instantly, in totality. We have nothing
like it on Earth. We can't even approach it.
Our knowledge and ability to communicate is
like a child's who hasn't yet learned a language. We
struggle to communicate, but we don't possess
the tools. We're like little children.
My grandmother held
out her hand and said, "Come quickly."
I reached out to
take it and stopped.
"Wow," I said. "Look
at my hand."
My hand was clear,
like transparent gel, but there was light coursing
through it like clear blood. But, the light
didn't run in irregular patterns as it would
in veins; rather, the light shot through my
hands like rays or beams. My whole hand sparkled
with light. I looked down and saw that my feet
also sparkled with light. And I noticed again
that they weren't burned. My feet and hands
were perfect and whole. They radiated this
glistening, beaming light, and I looked at my
grandmother and saw that her light was brighter
than mine. Every part of her was more brilliant. Even
her dress was glowing white. And I recognized
the dress. It was the dress that she had been
buried in. My mother had bought it for
her funeral. I thought about what Jim had
been wearing, and I understood that people there
wear what they want to wear. They wear what
they're comfortable in, and I knew that my grandmother
must have loved this dress my mother bought
for her. Although she had never worn it in life,
Grandma was wearing it now, and she was radiant.
Moments later we
were walking, holding hands, and the most beautiful
panorama I had ever beheld opened before us.
The Heavenly Garden and the Love Sustaining
A garden cannot exist
on Earth like the one I saw. I had been
in gardens in California that had taken my breath
away, but they were stuck into insignificance
by the scene before me now. Here was an endless
vista of grass rolling away into shining, radiant
hills. We have never seen green in our world
like the deep, shimmering green of the grass
that grew there. Every blade was crisp, strong,
and charged with light. Every blade was unique
and perfect and seemed to welcome me into this
And the whole garden
was singing. The flowers, grass, trees, and
other plants filled this place with glorious
tones and rhythms and melodies; yet I didn't
hear the music itself. I could feel it somehow
on a level beyond my hearing. As my grandmother
and I stopped a moment to marvel at the magnificent
scene, I said to myself, "Everything here seems
to be singing," which was woefully inadequate
to describe what I felt. We simply don't
have language that adequately communicates the
beauty of that world.
I noticed something
unusual about the flowers near us. My grandmother
waved her arm and, without speaking, commanded
them to come to her. Although it was a command,
the flowers took joy in obeying her. They
floated through the air and came to a stop,
suspended within the circle of her arms. The
bouquet was alive. Each blossom was able to
communicate, react, and actually enlighten others
"Grandma," I said,
"they have no stems."
"Why should they
have stems?" she said. "Flowers on
Earth need stems to receive nourishment, to
grow to their fullest potential. Everything
God has made is spiritual and is designed to
grow towards it own spiritual potential. A flower
reaches its fullness in the blossom. Here
everything exists in its fullest form. These
flowers have no need of stems."
"But they just float."
"Should they fall? Everything
here is perfect." She took one of the flowers
and handed it to me. "Isn't that beautiful?"
The whole blossom
was filled with various shades of light, and
its beauty was incredible. Then the flower
became part of me. Its soul merged with
mine. It experienced everything I was doing,
or had done before. It was acutely aware of
me, and at the same time it changed me with
its delicate spirit, with its own existence
and life. It affected my feelings, my thoughts,
my identity. It was me. I was it. The
joy that came from this union was more pervasive
and delicious and fulfilling than any I had
known until that moment, and I wanted to cry.
The scriptures say that one day all things shall
be as one. That statement has great power
for me now.
My grandmother commanded
the flowers to return, and they floated gently
back to their places just above the ground. The
one in my hands also returned, but its essence
remained with me.
"All this comes from
God, and the power to sustain it comes from
him. It is the power of his love. Just
as the plant life on Earth needs soil, water,
and light for nourishment, spiritual life needs
love. All creation springs from God's love,
and everything he creates has the capacity to
love in turn. Light, truth, and life are all
created in love and are sustained by love. God
gives it love. We give it love. You give
it love. And thus creation grows. And, RaNelle," she
said, "I love you!"
As she said the words,
I felt her love charge into my being, filling
me with incredible warmth and joy. This was
life. This was true existence. There had been
nothing like it on Earth. I felt the plants
loving me, the sky, the fragrances, everything.
And as I received my grandmother's words and
this love, I knew that now I would be responsible
to increase and heighten all love around me,
whatever my circumstances. She was teaching
me love, its definition, its extent and power,
not just so I could take pleasure in receiving
it, but so I could express it to others. I
was being filled with love in order to become
a source of love.
My grandmother took
my hand, and as we walked through the garden
she explained some of the basic purposes of
our life on Earth, the need to live the golden
rule, the need to help others, the necessity
of a savior, the need to read scriptures and
have faith, and I said, "Grandma, I already
know this; I learned it all in Sunday school. Why
are you teaching it to me again."
She spoke simply,
"It is within the simple principles of the gospel
that the mysteries of heaven are found."
What was she saying?
I couldn't see any mysteries in her words. I
felt her immense love, but I could see no purpose
in teaching me principles that had come clear
to me years before. Yet she continued, reiterating
the importance of basic goodness, religion,
the power of repentance, things anybody can
learn in the Bible. I listened, my frustration
growing as we walked up the side of a hill.
We came to the top, and I said, "Grandma,
I know all that. I really do. Teach me
"You're not ready."
"Yes, I am, Grandma.
I'm ready for much more."
"No, you don't believe
the basics yet. You lack faith."
"What is it I don't
believe? How do I lack faith?"
Oh, but she knew
me. She knew me better than I could have imagined. As
we stood on the bluff overlooking a small valley,
I saw a scene that changed me forever. The
scene was sacred beyond words, beyond expression,
and those who have witnessed it keep it hidden
in their hearts. I saw that I had indeed
lacked faith, that love isn't simply a word
or an emotion; love is a power that gives action
to all around it. Love is the power of life.
This was a turning point for me, something that
allowed all of my understanding and love to
magnify, but I can never share the details here
except to say that I know that love between
people here can be eternal. I felt Grandma beaming
with happiness. I had passed a test.
Grandma took my hand,
and we traveled quickly over the landscape. I
looked down at the ground flying under us. We
streaked like a beam of light across this immense
spiritual world then moved upward into space,
traveling even faster.
The Floodgates of Knowledge Overwhelm Her
Floodgates of knowledge
opened, and truth poured into me without end
or constraint. Its source was the light and
truth all around me, and it was clarified, or
explained at my level, by my grandmother. She
gave me knowledge about God, life, the creation
of the world, and even the reaches of eternity.
The truths were comprehensive and complete and
rushed upon me in such enormous volume that
I thought my head would explode. It was
coming too fast. I wanted to be able to absorb
it, to remember it all, but it was too much.
"I can't take this!" I said. "Stop!"
Instantly all communication
ceased and we came to a standstill. My
grandmother looked at me and I felt her surprise. "Why
are you doing this?" she asked.
"I can't handle all
you're giving me. How can I possibly retain
"RaNelle, don't worry
about it," she said to me. "Let go
of the fear. Don't doubt yourself. You
will recall things as you need them, and they
will be brought to your memory by the Spirit. Have
faith. Believe in the power of God."
Then I understood
what had become the greatest block to my growth
in life: fear. It had plagued me all my
years, had stopped my progress, cut short my
attempts at working through problems. Fear
had limited my enjoyment of life and it was
blocking me now. When I feared, my powers of
travel, understanding and progression became
paralyzed. "Don't fear this," I said to
myself. "Let go." And we were traveling
again, knowledge pouring into me faster than
Scene after scene
of living truth passed through me: history on
Earth, history of our existence before Earth,
principles, facts, things that I had had no
conception of. I saw them. I experienced them,
literally becoming part of each scene.
I saw that we all
stood before our Father before coming to Earth,
brothers and sisters in eternity. I experienced
this anew, just as I had experienced it in my
own pre-mortal life. I saw that we chose to
come here, to face trials and to gain the experience
of this Earth.
I saw that we elected
to follow a savior who would redeem us from
the sins of our mortal lives and bring us back
to our Father. I felt love and joy sweep over
me again as we accepted Jesus Christ as savior.
Then we raised our right arms, just as we might
in a court of law, and we made a sacred covenant
with God that we would do all in our power to
accomplish our missions on Earth. And I felt
the tremendous honor of making this covenant
before our Heavenly Father. We vowed, in effect,
to become partners with him in bringing about
goodness on Earth. We promised to use our time
and energies and talents to help bring about
the savior's full purposes, to help bring our
brothers and sisters back to him and to our
I saw that our God
knew each of us individually. He knew our hearts,
our souls, and he loved us unconditionally.
It was as though he spent unmeasured time with
each of us, counseling us, loving us. Time
did not exist; each of us had always had a relationship
Meeting Her Eternal Friends
I saw that the people
standing beside me on that occasion were people
who would play an integral part in my life on
Earth. We were connected to each other in vital
ways. If one of us were to fail in his or her
mission, all of us would be hurt in some way.
If one succeeded, we would all benefit. It was
as if we were part of a puzzle with millions
of pieces. It was put together perfectly,
but if one piece were removed, we all would
be lacking and would not be content until that
piece was found and returned to its rightful
place. We needed each other. We still do, and
always will. I believe that it is impossible
here to imagine the grief of a brother or sister
who is lost from that grand family organization.
Many other events
of eternity passed through me. I seemed
to bathe in them, to become them. They were
infused into my soul. And I know that all
this knowledge is with me yet, some of which
I remember, such as making the covenant with
our Father, and some of which I am waiting to
I asked my grandmother
if I could visit my friends, the ones I had
cherished throughout eternity. She said some
of them were still on Earth and that I would
not be able to see them. I asked for the
others, and instantly they came to me, beautiful
people of light and love. I remembered
them and their names. Some had already
lived on Earth and died, and some had not yet
been born. All the memories of my existence
before Earth came back to me, but I was told
that I would not retain them, that they were
for this place only. I accepted that, and my
friends came and embraced me, welcoming me back.
My friends embraced
me again and committed to stay with me. I felt
their perfect love and knew they would never
leave me. One female friend lingered and
embraced me for a long time. She seemed
bonded to me in a unique way, but I didn't quite
understand what it was.
"You know I've always
been with you," she said. "I've never left you.
And I never will." She hung on every word I
said, and I was moved as I recognized her passion
to be with me, her absolute devotion and love.
"I'll always be there,"
she said again.
My grandmother took
my hand, and we found ourselves in the garden
again, traveling above another beautiful hillside. Everything
was harmonious, perfect, like sweet music.
She waved her arm,
and we stopped above another high hill, and
I saw millions of people before us.
"These are the spirits
of those that have died," she said. "They
are waiting for the work to be done. They're
waiting for those on Earth to finish their part
of the work."
"Their part of the
work?" I asked. "What work?"
She showed me that
the people were organized into family units.
"You committed yourself
to giving your time and talents on Earth to
further the work of the Lord. You need these
people, and they need you. We are all dependent
upon one another."
My life review had
already pointed out how remiss I had been in
serving others. Now I saw that there was much
I could do, sharing, sacrificing, offering what
I have. The spirits of those who have died are
waiting for each of us to come closer to the
truth, to become part of the complete puzzle
again, to recognize the divinity of God and
live in his light.
Before moving on
I saw that each person wore clothing from his
or her own time period on Earth. As with my
friend, Jim, they wore what they were comfortable
Seeing Her Badly Burned Body and Being Told
to Return to It
Grandma waved her
arm and the ground opened before us. I looked
and saw a person lying on a hospital bed surrounded
by doctors and nurses. The person's face was
"You will never be
the same, RaNelle," Grandma said. "Your
face will be altered and your body filled with
pain. When you go back, you will have years
of rehabilitation ..."
"When I go back?" I
looked at her. "You expect me to go back?"
came, and I looked at the person on the bed. The
arms were spread wide, and both arms and hands
had been sliced in several places to allow the
fluids to drain into plastic bags.
"Is that me?" I
"Yes, RaNelle, it
is you. You will be badly scarred . . ."
I became frantic.
"Grandma, I'm not going back."
"Your children need
"No, no they don't.
They're better off with someone else. I can't
give them what they need."
"It's not just your
children, RaNelle. You have things to do - things
that aren't finished yet."
"No, I'm better off
here. I don't want to go through all that." I
pointed to my body. "I refuse. I want to
I sensed my grandmother's
awareness that time was growing short. "You
must go," she said. "Your mission isn't
Meeting Her Future Son
"No, I'm not returning
to that body! I'm not going back."
In response, my grandmother
swept out her arm and commanded: "Look!"
A rift opened in
the space before us, and I saw a young man walking
toward us. At first he didn't seem to understand
why he was there. Then he saw me and looked
"Why are you here?"
he said almost in disbelief.
As I remained silent,
his disbelief changed to grief, and he began
crying. I felt his grief, his sadness, and I
too began crying.
"What's the matter?" I
asked. "Why are you crying?"
I put my arms around
him, trying to comfort him.
"Why are you here?"
Then I understood
that my refusal to go back to Earth was causing
his sadness. I belonged on Earth for him,
I understood, and I immediately felt guilt for
His name was Nathaniel,
and he hadn't been born on Earth yet. He said
that if I didn't go back, his own mission would
be hindered. Then he showed me his mission,
and I saw that I was to open doors for him,
to help him, to encourage him.
"I will complete
as much of my mission as I can," he said, "but
I will never fulfill it without you. I
I thought my heart
would break. I was a part of his puzzle,
and I was hurting him and everyone he would
help by refusing to go back to Earth. I
felt a great love for this young man, and I
wanted to help him in every way I could.
I said, "I swear to you that I will help
you. I will go back, and I promise that I will
do everything I can to do my part. I will
open those doors for you. I will protect and
encourage you. I will give you everything
I have. Nathaniel, you will complete your
mission. I love you."
His grief was replaced
with gratitude. His face lit up, and I saw the
great spirit he was. He was crying now with
gratitude and joy.
"Thank you," he said. "Oh,
I love you."
My grandmother took
my hand and drew me away. Nathaniel watched
me leave, still smiling, and I distinctly heard
him say, "I love you, Mom."
My spirit was thrilled,
but I couldn't respond to him, as things began
happening very quickly.
said, "there is one more thing I need to say
to you. Tell everybody that the key is
"The key is love,"
"The key is love,"
she said a third time.
Then she let go of
my hand, and the word love reverberated in my
mind as I left her and fell into a deep blackness.
I was crying as I left the world of light and
glory and love.
The last thing I
saw was her outstretched hand.
experience ends here when she returns to her
burned body in the hospital. About seven
years later, she gave birth to a son whom she
gave the name Nathaniel. She states that she
often sees expressions on her son's face that
are remarkably similar to the Nathaniel she
met in heaven.]
not the end, it is simply walking out
of the physical form and into the spirit
realm, which is our true home. It's
going back home."
- Stephen Christopher
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