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 this life.
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
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in which she describes her amazing near-death
experience. More information can be found at
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the Tunnel and 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.
2. RaNelle Enters the Light and Meets 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. "RaNelle." But her lips
didn't move. Her smile never changed and
my first thought was "Wow, what a trick! Her
lips didn't move."
"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
here? "Oh, I'm dead." The thought came out of
me like spoken words, though I hadn't moved
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
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.
3. RaNelle Meets a Friend from a Lower
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 oppose them. "Why not?" I
"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".
4. RaNelle Learns Heavenly Insights at the
Speed of Light
"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.
5. The Heavenly Garden and Its 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
near it. "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?"
she said. 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 more."
"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.
6. The Floodgates of Knowledge Overwhelm
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 Father again. 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
7. RaNelle Meets Her Eternal Heavenly
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 remember.
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 in.
8. RaNelle Sees Her Burned Body and Told to
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
bandaged. "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?"
Sudden understanding 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 was
"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
stay here." I sensed my grandmother's awareness
that time was growing short. "You must
go," she said. "Your mission isn't complete."
9. RaNelle Meets Her Future Son Nathaniel
"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 stunned. "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?"
he repeated. 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 my selfishness.
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 need you."
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. "Oh,
Nathaniel," 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,"
she repeated. "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 when she returns to her burned
body in the hospital. About seven years
after her NDE, she gave birth to a son whom
she gave the name Nathaniel. She says she often
sees the same facial expressions on him as 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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To Order Her Book
The Burning Within
by RaNelle Wallace
This is the true story of
Terry and RaNelle Wallace
and their miraculous
survival from a plane crash
and the profound effect it
had on their lives. Terry
suffered relatively minor
injuries while RaNelle
suffered severe burns over a
substantial amount of her
body. While riding in an
ambulance to the hospital,
RaNelle died and had a
transcendent NDE only to be
resuscitated later which has
been validated by medical
personnel. Facing extreme
odds against her survival,
RaNelle recovered only to
cope with a life of severe
burns and disfiguration but
with a confirmation that
life continues after death.
But there is much more to
her story than an
transcendent NDE -- although
it is one of the most
fascinating you will ever
read. RaNelle's story is
also one of overcoming the
unimaginable, and dealing
with disfiguring and
all in the aftermath of
having an experience of
heavenly bliss and
unconditional love which
changed her life forever.
Embraced by the Light
by Betty Eadie
with Curtis Taylor
An inspirational map of the afterlife
framed in the moment of Betty Eadie's
death, and presents profound answers
to all the big questions such as,
"Who are we?" Why are we here?"
"What does it all mean?" and "Where
do we go after death?"
"The Burning Within
is the most powerful book I have read in years.
I read the book in one sitting and couldn't
put it down. What a gift RaNelle has given us."
- Jack Canfield, co-author of "Chicken Soup
for the Soul"