In 1974, Valvita
Jones entered Kansas University Medical Center due to
a serious infection after having a cesarean section.
At the time of her NDE, Valvita was a woman of faith,
a wife, and the proud mother of a young daughter. Here
is her account:
Feeling so peaceful
and free, I started moving upward. I realized my body
was below me, and I vaguely remember observing efforts
by the medical team to revive it. My main interest was
that I was above the room. I was not even in the room
but in the first sky. I say first sky in the heavens,
because it seemed as though there were three heavens
that I passed through.
At the first
heaven, I met a being. Or I should say, he met me. I
recognized him as Jesus Christ, and he led me through
the three heavens. When I think about Jesus' physical
presence, it almost fades away, because the predominant
feature is that he is love through and through. As I
recall, he had dark brown wavy hair and an olive complexion.
I looked into his eyes. They were piercing but loving
and as clear as blue water. You could almost see yourself
mirrored in his eyes. When he looked at you, he looked
straight through you and into you. You realized immediately
that he knew all there was to know about you.
There now seemed
to be a heavenly illumination that caused his hair to
be light red and his eyes bluish, almost transparent,
and his skin a light golden color. There is no way to
fully describe his coloring. It is like another world's
color. It's the Shekinah glory, iridescent golden light
glowing through him. In his resurrection body, his coloring
is uniquely different from anything on Earth.
I'll tell you
what happened in the three heavens. The first heaven
was light blue in color but brilliant and so unlike
anything I've seen that I can't fully describe it. It
opened up, split down the middle as though along a seam,
and both sides rolled back like paper scrolls. This
happened as fast as a snap of my fingers. We went through
two more sky-like heavens, which also rolled back one
after the other.
In a matter
of seconds I found myself before the most High. The
most High is the term I use because I recognized the
presence of God the Father. In looking at him, I couldn't
really see him, but there was an awesome glory, an awesome
presence. You could feel it everywhere, and I realized
that he was on the throne. When I tried to see what
the throne was like, I discovered it was invisible.
I knew it was there; I just could not see it. It was
so big that it extended all the way to Earth; Earth
is part of that throne. This was an incredible awareness.
Stunned by it all, I felt as small as a little ant,
so insignificant. Trembling, I found myself prostrate.
While I was lying there on my face, he spoke to me.
It was unlike the mental speech between Christ and me,
because the Father sounded like many waters rushing.
I lay there a very long time, with God speaking to my
soul. The words he spoke to me can't be recalled, but
they were about me and my life.
As I lay there,
I relived every instance of my existence, every emotion
and thought. I saw why I was the way I was; I re-experienced
the way I had dealt with people and they with me. I
saw where I could have done better. I felt emotions
I was ashamed of, yet I realized there were things I
had done well and felt good about.
As we looked
at different scenes, I would respond, "Yes, I see how
I could have done it another way, a better way."
I wondered how
anyone could feel worthy in God's presence. I wasn't
condemned, but I didn't feel worthy. It's hard to explain.
The whole time that was going on, for how long I don't
know, I kept praising God.
With the ending
of my life review, I felt absolutely unworthy of being
there in the presence of this magnificent light, unworthy
in comparison to the grand scheme of things.
all so beautiful, and what am I?" I said this to
hand touched me, and I was able to get back on my feet
because I had previously had no strength. Taking me
by the hand, he led me to the side of a main arena.
He looked into my eyes, into my soul, and I knew he
knew and understood everything I felt. When he looked
into me, it was with more love than I ever thought possible
for anyone to know. He smiled, one look letting me know
everything would be all right.
With this reassuring
look he led me to one side. He stepped away from me
and went alone into the light. Where Christ's light
ended and God the Father's began, I cannot say. They
both gave off light and their light was the same light.
I will never forget this as long as I live. When Christ
had stepped away from me, he turned sideways and stretched
out his arms as a bridge. One arm extended to me and
one to the Father. His arms were extended as if they
were making a cross and a bridge to cross over.
It was like
a visual representation of the scripture:
is one God and one mediator between God and men, the
man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all."
(1 Tim. 2:5-6)
God is on one
side, and all people are on the other side. Jesus himself
is between human beings and his Father to bring them
to him. Christ made this possible by giving his life
for all people. Everything I knew from scripture was
flashing into my mind.
Then I heard
the Father and Son communing about my case.
Jesus said, "My
blood is sufficient. She's mine."
When he said
that, all the doubts about my unworthiness disappeared.
I jumped up and down, shouting and rejoicing. I have
never been so happy in all my life! The kind of
love I felt is beyond explanation.
I kept saying,
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This is my mediator. This is
Just as I read
in the Bible.
Jesus came back
to where I was and looked at me again with comforting
love. We rejoiced together. He went on teaching me and
talking to me a lot, but I don't recall the details.
Now being so free and so loved, I never wanted to leave
his side. I told him so, but a look in his eyes told
me I had to return.
I asked, "Must
I really leave?"
He looked at
me with tenderness and said, "Yes, because there
is a work I have for you to do."
into my body in intensive care was as quick as my journey
out had been. It seemed like the speed of light. Christ
brought me back. I looked at his sweet face for the
last time, a face I could have looked at forever. Next
thing I knew, I was looking into the face of a friend
who had gotten into intensive care by saying she was
my sister. I didn't realize where I was. When I saw
her face, I was shocked because Jesus was gone so fast.