Betty Malz's Near-Death Experience
July of 1959, in Terre Haute, Indiana, when
Betty Malz was twenty-seven years old, she was
pronounced dead and a sheet was pulled over
her head. In her book, My Glimpse of Eternity,
Betty describes her experience on the other
side and how she returned to her body to the
stunned amazement of her grieving father and
hospital personnel. Her book is the story of
how God dealt with a proud, materialistic, controlling
woman who had to die to learn how to live. The
following is an excerpt from her book describing
The transition was
serene and peaceful. I was walking up a beautiful green
hill. It was steep, but my leg motion was effortless and
a deep ecstasy flooded my body. Despite three incisions
in my body from the operations, I stood erect without pain,
enjoying my tallness, free from inhibitions about it. I
looked down. I seemed to be barefoot, but the complete outer
shape of my body was a blur and colorless. Yet I was walking
on grass, the most vivid shade of green I had ever seen.
Each blade was perhaps one inch long, the texture like fine
velvet; every blade was vibrant and moving. As the bottoms
of my feet touched the grass, something alive in the grass
was transmitted up through my whole body with each step
"Can this be
death?" I wondered. If so, I certainly had nothing
to fear. There was no darkness, no uncertainty, only a change
in location and a total sense of well-being."
All around me was
a magnificent deep blue sky, unobscured by clouds. Looking
about, I realized that there was no road or path. Yet I
seemed to know where to go.
Then I realized
I was not walking alone. To the left, and a little behind
me, strode a tall, masculine-looking figure in a robe. I
wondered if he were an angel and tried to see if he had
wings. But he was facing me and I could not see his back.
I sensed, however, that he could go anywhere he wanted and
We did not speak
to each other. Somehow it didn't seem necessary, for we
were both going in the same direction. Then I became aware
that he was not a stranger. He knew me and I felt a strange
kinship with him. Where had we met? Had we always known
each other? It seemed we had. Where were we now going?
As we walked together
I saw no sun - but light was everywhere. Off to the left
there were multicolored flowers blooming. Also trees, shrubs.
On the right was a low stone wall.
My emotion was a
combination of feelings: youth, serenity, fulfillment, health,
awareness, tranquility. I felt I had everything I ever wanted
to have. I was everything I had ever intended to be. I was
arriving at where I had always dreamed of being.
The wall to my right
was higher now and made of many-colored, multi-tiered stones.
A light from the other side of the wall shone through a
long row of amber-colored gems several feet above my head. "Topaz,"
I thought to myself.
Just as we crested
the top of the hill, I heard my father's voice calling, "Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus." His voice was a long distance away.
I thought about turning back to find him. I did not because
I knew my destination was ahead. We walked along in silence
save for the whisper of a gentle breeze ruffling the white,
sheer garments of the angel.
We came upon a magnificent,
silver structure. It was like a palace except there were
no towers. As we walked toward it, I heard voices. They
were melodious, harmonious, blending in chorus and I heard
the word, "Jesus." There were more than four parts
to their harmony. I not only heard the singing and felt
the singing but I joined the singing. I have always had
a girl's body, but a low boy's voice. Suddenly I realized
I was singing the way I had always wanted to ... in high,
clear and sweet tones.
After a while the
music softened, then the unseen voices picked up a new chorus.
The voices not only burst forth in more than four parts,
but they were in different languages. I was awed by the
richness and perfect blending of the words - and I could
understand them! I do not know why this was possible except
that I was part of a universal experience.
While the angel
and I walked together I sensed we could go wherever we willed
ourselves to go and be there instantly. Communication
between us was through the projection of thoughts. The words
sung in all the different languages were understandable,
but I don't know how or why. We all seemed to be on some
universal wave length.
I thought at the
time, "I will never forget the melody and these words."
But later I could only recall two: "Jesus" and "redeemed."
The angel stepped
forward and put the palm of his hand upon a gate which I
had not noticed before. About twelve feet high, the gate
was a solid sheet of pearl, with no handles and some lovely
scroll work at the top of its Gothic structure. The pearl
was translucent so that I could almost, but not quite, see
inside. The atmosphere inside was somehow filtered through.
My feeling was of ecstatic joy and anticipation at the thought
of going inside.
When the angel stepped
forward, pressing his palm on the gate, an opening appeared
in the center of the pearl panel and slowly widened and
deepened as though the translucent material was dissolving.
Inside I saw what appeared to be a street of golden color
with an overlay of glass or water. The yellow light that
appeared was dazzling. There is no way to describe it. I
saw no figure, yet I was conscious of a person. Suddenly
I knew that the light was Jesus, the person was Jesus.
I did not have to
move. The light was all about me. There seemed to be some
heat in it as if I were standing in sunlight; my body began
to glow. Every part of me was absorbing the light. I felt
bathed by the rays of a powerful, penetrating, loving energy.
The angel looked
at me and communicated the thought: "Would you like
to go in and join them?"
I longed with all
my being to go inside, yet I hesitated. Did I have a choice?
Then I remembered my father's voice. Perhaps I should go
and find him.
"I would like
to stay and sing a little longer, then go back down the
hill!" I finally answered. I started to say something
more. But it was too late.
The gates slowly
melted into one sheet of pearl again and we began walking
back down the same beautiful hill. This time the jeweled
wall was on my left and the angel walked on my right.
Then I saw the sun
coming up over the wall. This surprised me since it was
already very light and there seemed to be no passing of
time. It was a lovely sunrise. The topaz and other
stones glowed brilliantly. I remember noticing that the
wall now made a deep shadow on my side.
Walking down the
hill I looked into Terre Haute as the worlds of spirit and
time and space began to fuse back together. Ahead of me
were many church steeples glistening in the morning sun.
I was suddenly aware of God's love for all his churches.
It was a sudden bit of knowledge, as if I were being told
this on the inside by the Holy Spirit. At that moment I
loved all his churches too; and as my prejudices dissolved,
I loved all his people.
Then I saw the tops
of trees, then the hospital. My eyes seemed to bore through
the walls of the hospital like laser beams, down the hall
of the third floor to room 336. I saw a figure on the bed
with a sheet pulled over it.
After my descent
I slowed down and stopped. The sun's rays were in my eyes.
There were dust particles in the light which suddenly changed
to wavy letters about two inches high flashing before me
like a ticker-tape message. The letters seemed composed
of translucent ivory, only fluid - moving through the rays
of the sun.
I was back in my
hospital bed now and the letters stretched all the way from
the window, past my bed and on into the room. They read:
"I am the resurrection
and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live."
The words were so
alive that they pulsated. I knew that I had to touch those
living words. I reached up and out and pushed the sheet
off my face. At that instant the Word of God literally became
life to me.