|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 her NDE.
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 very quickly.
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
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
"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
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.