Storm was in intense agony and dying..;
to say goodbye to my wife, I wrestled with my emotions.
Telling her that I loved her very much was as much of a
goodbye as I could utter because of my emotional
of relaxing and closing my eyes, I waited for the end.
This was it, I felt. This was the big nothing, the big
blackout, the one you never wake up from, the end of
existence. I had absolute certainty that there was
nothing beyond this life because that was how really
smart people understood it.
I was undergoing this stress, prayer or anything like
that never occurred to me. I never once thought about
it. If I mentioned God's name at all it was only as a
a time there was a sense of being unconscious or asleep.
I'm not sure how long it lasted, but I felt really
strange, and I opened my eyes. To my surprise I was
standing up next to the bed, and I was looking at my
body laying in the bed.
first reaction was, "This is crazy! I can't be
standing here looking down at myself. That's not
wasn't what I expected, this wasn't right. Why was I
still alive? I wanted oblivion. Yet I was looking at a
thing that was my body, and it just didn't have that
much meaning to me.
knowing what was happening, I became upset. I started
yelling and screaming at my wife, and she just sat there
like a stone. She didn't look at me, she didn't move
and I kept screaming profanities to get her to pay
attention. Being confused, upset, and angry, I tried to
get the attention of my room-mate, with the same result.
He didn't react.
wanted this to be a dream, and I kept saying to myself,
"This has got to be a dream."
I knew that it wasn't a dream. I became aware that
strangely I felt more alert, more aware, more alive than
I had ever felt in my entire life. All my senses were
extremely acute. Everything felt tingly and alive. The
floor was cool and my bare feet felt moist and clammy.
This had to be real. I squeezed my fists and was amazed
at how much I was feeling in my hands just by making a
I heard my name. I heard, "Howard, Howard come
at first, where it was coming from, I discovered that it
was originating in the doorway. There were different
voices calling me.
asked who they were, and they said, "We are here to
take care of you. We will fix you up. Come with
again, who they were, I asked them if they were doctors
responded, "Quick, come see. You'll find out."
I asked them questions they gave evasive answers. They
kept giving me a sense of urgency, insisting that I
should step through the doorway.
some reluctance I stepped into the hallway, and in the
hallway I was in a fog, or a haze. It was a
light-colored haze. It wasn't a heavy haze. I could see
my hand, for example, but the people who were calling me
were 15 or 20 feet ahead, and I couldn't see them
clearly. They were more like silhouettes, or shapes, and
as I moved toward them they backed off into the haze. As
I tried to get close to them to identify them, they
quickly withdrew deeper into the fog. So I had to
follow into the fog deeper and deeper.
the story in
the book SEVEN STEPS TO ETERNITY (Stephen Turoff) tells of how the dying soldier from WW1 -
came into such a fog, in the border-district to the
"land of the other side of death". He was
similar - later told by his helpers, how dark-minded
deceased - "as demons who live on the energy
of fright and hate" - are trying to catch
dying people in the crossing-over phase, and squeeze
them for those low engies. But these seemed to be temporary
carmic bound to go thru that, as a learning
process. But the soldier in the book was
helped to avoid this "catching" by his
spiritual helpers.This story is transferred from the
other side by a clairvoiant medium - Stephen Turoff.
-It is to
recommend to read this book - one of the abs best
and "living" books on the process of dying and
life on the other side I have ever red.( rψ-remark)
strange beings kept urging me to come with them. (the
law of free will is always active/rψ-rem.)
repeatedly asked them where we were going, and they
responded, "Hurry up, you'll find out."
wouldn't answer anything. The only response was
insisting that I hurry up and follow them.
told me repeatedly that my pain was meaningless and
unnecessary. "Pain is bullshit," they said.
knew that we had been traveling for miles, but I
occasionally had the strange ability to look back and
see the hospital room. My body was still there lying
motionless on the bed. My perspective at these times was
as if I were floating above the room looking down. It
seemed millions and millions of miles away. Looking back
into the room, I saw my wife and my room-mate, and I
decided they had not been able to help me so I would go
with these people.
for what seemed to be a considerable distance, these
beings were all around me. They were leading me through
the haze. I don't know how long. There was a real sense
of timelessness about the experience. In a real sense I
am unaware of how long it was, but it felt like a long
time maybe even days or weeks.
we traveled, the fog got thicker and darker, and the
people began to change. At first they seemed rather
playful and happy, but when we had covered some distance,
a few of them began to get aggressive. The more
questioning and suspicious I was, the more antagonistic
and rude and authoritarian they became. They began to
make jokes about my bare rear end which wasn't covered
by my hospital dicky and about how pathetic I was. I
knew they were talking about me, but when I tried to
find out exactly what they were saying they would say,
"Shhhhh, he can hear you, he can hear you."
others would seem to caution the aggressive ones. It
seemed that I could hear them warn the aggressive ones
to be careful or I would be frightened away.
what was happening, I continued to ask questions, and
they repeatedly urged me to hurry and to stop asking
questions. Feeling uneasy, especially since they
continued to get aggressive, I considered returning, but
I didn't know how to get back. I was lost. There were no
features that I could relate to. There was just the fog
and a wet, clammy ground, and I had no sense of
my communication with them took place verbally just as
ordinary human communication occurs. They didn't appear
to know what I was thinking, and I didn't know what they
were thinking. What was increasingly obvious was that
they were liars and help was farther away the more I
stayed with them.
ago, I had hoped to die and end the torment of life. Now
things were worse as I was forced by a mob of unfriendly
and cruel people toward some unknown destination in the
darkness. They began shouting and hurling insults at me,
demanding that I hurry along. And they refused to answer
I told them that I wouldn't go any farther. At that time
they changed completely. They became much more
aggressive and insisted that I was going with them. A
number of them began to push and shove me, and I
responded by hitting back at them.
wild orgy of frenzied taunting, screaming and hitting
ensued. I fought like a wild man. All the while it was
obvious that they were having great fun.
seemed to be, almost, a game for them, with me as the
center-piece of their amusement. My pain became their
pleasure. They seemed to want to make me hurt by
clawing at me and biting me. Whenever I would get one
off me, there were five more to replace the one.
this time it was almost complete darkness, and I had the
sense that instead of there being twenty or thirty,
there were an innumerable host of them. Each one seemed
set on coming in for the sport they got from hurting me.
My attempts to fight back only provoked greater
merriment. They began to physically humiliate me in
the most degrading ways. As I continued to fight on and
on, I was aware that they weren't in any hurry to win.
They were playing with me just as a cat plays with a
mouse. Every new assault brought howls of cacophony.
Then at some point, they began to tear off pieces of my
flesh. To my horror I realized I was being taken apart
and eaten alive, slowly, so that their entertainment
would last as long a possible.
no time did I ever have any sense that the beings who
seduced and attacked me were anything other than human
beings. The best way I can describe them is to think of
the worst imaginable person stripped of every impulse to
do good. Some of them seemed to be able to tell others
what to do, but I had no sense of any structure or
hierarchy in an organizational sense. They didn't appear
to be controlled or directed by anyone. Basically they
were a mob of beings totally driven by unbridled cruelty
our struggle I noticed that they seemed to feel no pain.
Other than that they appeared to possess no special
non-human or super-human abilities.
during my initial experience with them I assumed that
they were clothed, in our intimate physical contact I
never felt any clothing whatsoever.
well and hard for a long time, ultimately I was spent.
Lying there exhausted amongst them, they began to calm
down since I was no longer the amusement that I had been.
Most of the beings gave up in disappointment because I
was no longer amusing, but a few still picked and gnawed
at me and ridiculed me for no longer being any fun. By
this time I had been pretty much taken apart. People
were still picking at me, occasionally, and I just lay
there all torn up, unable to resist.
what happened was ... and I'm not going to try and
explain this. From inside of me I felt a voice, my voice,
say, "Pray to God."
mind responded to that, "I don't pray. I don't know
how to pray."
is a guy lying on the ground in the darkness surrounded
by what appeared to be dozens if not hundreds and
hundreds of vicious creatures who had just torn him up.
The situation seemed utterly hopeless, and I seemed
beyond any possible help whether I believed in God or
voice again told me to pray to God. It was a dilemma
since I didn't know how. The voice told me a third time
to pray to God.
started saying things like, "The Lord is my
shepherd, I shall not want ... God bless America"
and anything else that seemed to have a religious
these people went into a frenzy, as if I had thrown
boiling oil all over them. They began yelling and
screaming at me, telling me to quit, that there was no
God, and no one could hear me. While they screamed and
yelled obscenities, they also began backing away from me
as if I were poison. As they were retreating, they
became more rabid, cursing and screaming that what I was
saying was worthless and that I was a coward.
screamed back at them, "Our Father who art in
heaven," and similar ideas. This continued for some
time until, suddenly, I was aware that they had left. It
was dark, and I was alone yelling things that sounded
churchy. It was pleasing to me that these churchy
sayings had such an effect on those awful beings.
there for a long time, I was in such a state of
hopelessness, and blackness, and despair, that I had no
way of measuring how long it was. I was just lying there
in an unknown place all torn and ripped. And I had
no strength; it was all gone. It seemed as if I were
sort of fading out, that any effort on my part would
expend the last energy I had. My conscious sense was
that I was perishing, or just sinking into the darkness.
appreciate heaven well it is good for a man to have some
fifteen minutes of hell." - Will Carleton
Rescue From Hell By Jesus Christ
I didn't know if I was even in the world. But I did know
that I was here. I was real, all my senses worked too
painfully well. (because
the real senses are not in the physical body - the
"physcal" senses are only physical "censors"
for the psycic/spiritual senses in the astral body-
I didn't know how I had arrived here.
There was no direction to follow even if I had been
physically able to move. The agony that I had suffered
during the day was nothing compared to what I was
feeling now. I knew then that this was the absolute end
of my existence, and it was more horrible than anything
I could possibly have imagined.
a most unusual thing happened. I heard very clearly,
once again in my own voice, something that I had learned
in nursery Sunday School. It was the little song,
"Jesus loves me, yes I know ..." and it kept
repeating. I don't know why, but all of a sudden I
wanted to believe that. Not having anything left, I
wanted to cling to that thought. And I, inside, screamed,
"Jesus, please save me."
thought was screamed with every ounce of strength and
feeling left in me.
I did that, I saw, off in the darkness somewhere, the
tiniest little star. Not knowing what it was, I presumed
it must be a comet or a meteor, because it was moving
rapidly. Then I realized it was coming toward me. It was
getting very bright, rapidly.
the light came near, its radiance spilled over me, and I
just rose up not with my effort I just lifted
up. Then I saw and I saw this very plainly I saw
all my wounds, all my tears, all my brokenness, melt
away. And I became whole in this radiance.
I did was to cry uncontrollably. I was crying, not out
of sadness, but because I was feeling things that I had
never felt before in my life.
thing happened. Suddenly I knew a whole bunch of things.
I knew things ... I knew that this light, this radiance,
knew me. I don't know how to explain to you that I knew
it knew me, I just did. As a matter of fact, I
understood that it knew me better than my mother or
father did. (acc.to
the initiates of the east - as Rampa
and the spacecontact "Thao"
- this entity is in reality THE HIGHER SELF/the Overself/rψ-rem).
The luminous entity that embraced me
knew me intimately and began to communicate a tremendous
sense of knowledge. I knew that he knew everything about
me and I was being unconditionally loved and accepted.
light conveyed to me that it loved me in a way that I
can't begin to express. It loved me in a way that I had
never known that love could possibly be. He was a
concentrated field of energy, radiant in splendor
indescribable, except to say goodness and love. This was
more loving than one can imagine.
knew that this radiant being was powerful. It was making
me feel so good all over. I could feel its light on me
like very gentle hands around me. And I could feel
it holding me. But it was loving me with overwhelming
power. After what I had been through, to be completely
known, accepted, and intensely loved by this Being of
Light surpassed anything I had known or could have
imagined. I began to cry and the tears kept coming and
coming. And we, I and this light, went up and out of
started going faster and faster, out of the darkness.
Embraced by the light, feeling wonderful and crying, I
saw off in the distance something that looked like the
picture of a galaxy, except that it was larger and there
were more stars than I had seen on earth.
was a great center of brilliance. In the center there
was an enormously bright concentration. Outside the
center countless millions of spheres of light were
flying about entering and leaving what was a great
being-ness at the center. It was off in the distance.
I ... I didn't say it, I thought it. I said, "Put
I meant by telling the light to put me back, was to put
me back into the pit. I was so ashamed of who I was, and
what I had been all of my life, that all I wanted to do
was hide in the darkness. I didn't want to go toward the
light anymore I did; yet I didn't. How many times in
my life had I denied and scoffed at the reality before
me, and how many thousands of times had I used it as a
curse. What incredible intellectual arrogance to use the
name as an insult. I was afraid to go closer. I was
also aware that the incredible intensity of the
emanations might disintegrate what I still experienced
as my intact physical body.
being who was supporting me, my friend, was aware of my
fear and reluctance and shame. For the first time he
spoke to my mind in a male voice and told me that if I
was uncomfortable we didn't have to go closer. So
we stopped where we were, still countless miles away
from the Great being.
the first time, my friend, and I will refer to him in
that context hereafter, said to me, "You belong
note: Howard believes his friend was Jesus.]
all the splendor made me acutely aware of my lowly
condition. My response was: "No, you've made a
mistake, put me back."
he said, "We don't make mistakes. You belong."
he called out in a musical tone to the luminous entities
who surrounded the great center. Several came and
circled around us. During what follows some came and
went but normally there were five or six and sometimes
as many as eight with us.
was still crying. One of the first things these
marvelous beings did was to ask, all with thought,
"Are you afraid of us?"
told them I wasn't.
said that they could turn their brilliance down and
appear as people, and I told them to stay as they were.
They were the most beautiful, the most ...
an aside, I'm an artist. There are three primary, three
secondary, and six tertiary colors in the visible light
spectrum. Here, I was seeing a visible light spectrum
with at least 80 new primary colors. I was also seeing
this brilliance. It's disappointing for me to try and
describe, because I can't I was seeing colors that I
had never seen before.
these beings were showing me was their glory. I wasn't
really seeing them. And I was perfectly content. Having
come from a world of shapes and forms, I was delighted
with this new, formless, world. These beings were giving
me what I needed at that time.
my surprise, and also distress, they seemed to be
capable of knowing everything I was thinking. I didn't
know whether I would be capable of controlling my
thoughts and keeping anything secret.
began to engage in thought exchange, conversation that
was very natural, very easy and casual. I heard their
voices clearly and individually. They each had a
distinct personality with a voice, but they spoke
directly to my mind, not my ears. And they used
normal, colloquial English. Everything I thought, they
all seemed to know and understand me very well and to be
completely familiar with my thoughts and my past. I
didn't feel any desire to ask for someone I had known
because they all knew me. Nobody could know me any
better. It also didn't occur to me to try to identify
them as uncle or grandfather. It was like going to a
large gathering of relatives at Christmas and not being
quite able to remember their names or who they are
married to or how they are connected to you. But you do
know that you are with your family. I don't know if they
were related to me or not. It felt like they were closer
to me than anyone I had ever known.
my conversation with the luminous beings, which lasted
for what seemed like a very long time, I was being
physically supported by the being in whom I had been
engulfed. We were in a sense completely stationary yet
hanging in space. Everywhere around us were countless
radiant beings, like stars in the sky, coming and going.
It was like a super magnified view of a galaxy super
packed with stars. And in the giant radiance of the
center they were packed so densely together that
individuals could not be identified. Their selves
were in such harmony with the Creator that they were
really just one.
of the reasons, I was told, that all the countless
beings had to go back to their source was to become
invigorated with this sense of harmony and oneness.
Being apart for too long a time diminished them and made
them feel separate. Their greatest pleasure was to go
back to the sources of all life.
initial conversation involved them simply trying to
that disturbed me was that I was naked. Somewhere in the
darkness I'd lost my hospital gown. I was a human being.
I had a body. They told me this was okay. They were
quite familiar with my anatomy. Gradually I relaxed and
stopped trying to cover my privates with my hands.
they wanted to talk about my life. To my surprise my
life played out before me, maybe six or eight feet in
front of me, from beginning to end. The life review was
very much in their control, and they showed me my life,
but not from my point of view. I saw me in my life
and this whole thing was a lesson, even though I didn't
know it at the time. They were trying to teach me
something, but I didn't know it was a teaching
experience, because I didn't know that I would be coming
just watched my life from beginning to the end. Some
things they slowed down on, and zoomed in on and other
things they went right through. My life was shown in a
way that I had never thought of before. All of the
things that I had worked to achieve, the recognition
that I had worked for, in elementary school, in high
school, in college, and in my career, they meant nothing
in this setting.
could feel their feelings of sorrow and suffering, or
joy, as my life's review unfolded. They didn't say that
something was bad or good, but I could feel it. And I
could sense all those things they were indifferent to.
They didn't, for example, look down on my high school
shot-put record. They just didn't feel anything towards
it, nor towards other things which I had taken so much
they responded to was how I had interacted with other
people. That was the long and short of it. Unfortunately,
most of my interactions with other people didn't measure
up with how I should have interacted, which was in a
I did react during my life in a loving way they rejoiced.
of the time I found that my interactions with other
people had been manipulative. During my professional
career, for example, I saw myself sitting in my office,
playing the college professor, while a student came to
me with a personal problem. I sat there looking
compassionate, and patient, and loving, while inside I
was bored to death. I would check my watch under my desk
as I anxiously waited for the student to finish.
got to go through all those kinds of experiences in the
company of these magnificent beings.
I was a teenager my father's career put him into a
high-stress, twelve-hour-a-day job. Out of my resentment
because of his neglect of me, when he came home from
work, I would be cold and indifferent toward him. This
made him angry, and it gave me further excuse to feel
hatred toward him. He and I fought, and my mother would
of my life I had felt that my father was the villain and
I was the victim. When we reviewed my life I got to see
how I had precipitated so much of that, myself. Instead
of greeting him happily at the end of a day, I was
continually putting thorns in him in order to
justify my hurt.
got to see when my sister had a bad night one night, how
I went into her bedroom and put my arms around her. Not
saying anything, I just lay there with my arms around
her. As it turned out that experience was one of the
biggest triumphs of my life.
Therapy of Love and
entire life's review would have been
emotionally destructive, and would
have left me a psychotic person, if it
hadn't been for the fact that my
friend, and my friend's friends, were
loving me during the unfolding of my
life. I could feel that love. Every
time I got a little upset they turned
the life's review off for awhile, and
they just loved me. Their love was
tangible. You could feel it on your
body, you could feel it inside you;
their love went right through you. I
wish I could explain it to you, but I
therapy was their love, because my
life's review kept tearing me down. It
was pitiful to watch, just pitiful. I
couldn't believe it. And the thing is,
it got worse as it went on. My
stupidity and selfishness as a
teenager only magnified as I became an
adult all under the veneer of
being a good husband, a good father,
and a good citizen. The hypocrisy of
it all was nauseating. But through it
all was their love.
the review was finished they asked,
"Do you want to ask any questions?"
and I had a million questions.
asked, for example, "What about
responded, "What about it?"
asked if it was true, and they said it
was. Asking them why it was that when
I tried to read it, all I saw were
contradictions, they took me back to
my life's review again something
that I had overlooked. They showed me,
for the few times I had opened the
Bible, that I had read it with the
idea of finding contradictions and
problems. I was trying to prove to
myself that it wasn't worth reading.
observed to them that the Bible wasn't
clear to me. It didn't make sense.
They told me that it contained
spiritual truth, and that I had to
read it spiritually in order to
understand it. It should be read
prayerfully. My friends informed me
that it was not like other books. They
also told me, and I later found out
this was true, that when you read it
prayerfully, it talks to you. It
reveals itself to you. And you don't
have to work at it anymore.
friends answered lots of questions in
funny ways. They really knew the whole
tone of what I asked them, even before
I got the questions out. When I
thought of questions in my head, they
really understood them.
asked them, for example, which was the
best religion. I was looking for an
answer which was like, "Presbyterians."
I figured these guys were all
answer I got was, "The best
religion is the religion that brings
you closest to God."
them if there was life on other
planets, their surprising answer was
that the universe was full of life.
of my fear of a nuclear holocaust I
asked if there was going to be a
nuclear war in the world, and they
said no. That astonished me, and I
gave them this extensive explanation
of how I had lived under the threat of
nuclear war. That was one of the
reasons I was who I was. I figured,
when I was in this life, that it was
all sort of hopeless; the world was
going to blow up anyway, and nothing
made much sense. In that context I
felt I could do what I wanted, since
said, "No, there isn't going to
be any nuclear war."
asked if they were absolutely sure
there wasn't going to be nuclear war.
They reassured me again, and I asked
them how they could be so sure. Their
response was: "God loves the
told me that at the most, one or two
nuclear weapons might go off
accidentally, if they weren't
destroyed, but there wouldn't be a
nuclear war. I then asked them how
come there had been so many wars. They
said that they allowed those few to
happen, out of all the wars that
humanity tried to start. Out of all
the wars that humans tried to create,
they allowed a few, to bring people to
their senses and to stop them.
technology, and other benefits, they
told me, had been gifts bestowed on
humanity by them through
inspiration. People had literally been
led to those discoveries, many of
which had later been perverted by
humanity to use for its own
destruction. We could do too much
damage to the planet. And by the
planet, they meant all of God's
creation. Not just the people, but the
animals, the trees, the birds, the
explained to me that their concern was
for all the people of the world. They
weren't interested in one group
getting ahead of other groups. They
want every person to consider every
other person greater than their own
flesh. They want everyone to love
everyone else, completely; more, even,
than they love themselves. If someone,
someplace else in the world hurts,
than we should hurt we should feel
their pain. And we should help them.
planet has evolved to the point, for
the first time in our history, that we
have the power to do that. We are
globally linked. And we could become
people that they gave the privilege of
leading the world into a better age,
blew it. That was us, in the United
I spoke with them about the future,
and this might sound like a cop-out on
my part, they made clear to me that we
have free will.
we change the way we are, then we can
change the future which they showed
me. They showed me a view of the
future, at the time of my experience,
based upon how we in the United States
were behaving at that time. It was a
future in which a massive worldwide
depression would occur. If we were to
change our behavior, however, then the
future would be different.
them how it would be possible to
change the course of many people, I
observed that it was difficult, if not
impossible, to change anything on
earth. I expressed the opinion that it
was a hopeless task to try.
friends explained, quite clearly, that
all it takes to make a change was one
person. One person, trying, and then
because of that, another person
changing for the better. They said
that the only way to change the world
was to begin with one person. One will
become two, which will become three,
and so on. That's the only way to
affect a major change.
inquired as to where the world would
be going in an optimistic future
one where some of the changes they
desired were to take place. The image
of the future that they gave me then,
and it was their image, not one that I
created, surprised me.
image had previously been sort of like
Star Wars, where everything was space
age, plastics, and technology. The
future that they showed me was almost
no technology at all.
everybody, absolutely everybody, in
this euphoric future spent most of
their time doing was raising children.
The chief concern of people was
children, and everybody considered
children to be the most precious
commodity in the world. And when a
person became an adult, there was no
sense of anxiety, nor hatred, nor
competition. There was this enormous
sense of trust and mutual respect.
a person, in this view of the future,
became disturbed, then the community
of people all cared about the
disturbed person falling away from the
harmony of the group. Spiritually,
through prayer and love, the others
would elevate the afflicted person.
people did with the rest of their time
was that they gardened, with almost no
physical effort. They showed me that
plants, with prayer, would produce
huge fruits and vegetables. People, in
unison, could control the climate of
the planet through prayer. Everybody
would work with mutual trust and
the people would call the rain, when
needed, and the sun to shine. Animals
lived with people, in harmony.
in this best of all worlds, weren't
interested in knowledge; they were
interested in wisdom. This was because
they were in a position where anything
they needed to know, in the knowledge
category, they could receive simply
through prayer. Everything, to them,
was solvable. They could do anything
they wanted to do.
this future, people had no wanderlust,
because they could, spiritually,
communicate with everyone else in the
world. There was no need to go
elsewhere. They were so engrossed with
where they were and the people around
them that they didn't have to go on
vacation. Vacation from what? They
were completely fulfilled and happy.
in this world, was a time when the
individual had experienced everything
that he or she needed to experience.
To die meant to lie down and let go;
then the spirit would rise up, and the
community would gather around. There
would be a great rejoicing, because
they all had insight into the heavenly
realm, and the spirit would join with
the angels that came down to meet it.
They could see the spirit leave and
knew that it was time for the spirit
to move on; it had outgrown the need
for growth in this world. Individuals
who died had achieved all they were
capable of in this world in terms of
love, appreciation, understanding, and
working in harmony with others.
sense I got of this beautiful view of
the world's future was as a garden,
God's garden. And in this garden of
the world, full of all beauty, were
people. The people were born into this
world to grow in their understanding
of the Creator. Then to shed this skin,
this shell, in the physical world, and
to graduate and move up into heaven
there, to have a more intimate and
growing relationship with God.
on near-death.com 's note: In Howard Storm's book,
"My Descent into Death"
(2000), Storm describes the future of
mankind as given to him by light
beings he encountered during his NDE
in 1985. Storm tells how they told him,
in 1985, that the Cold War would soon
end, because "God is changing the
hearts of people to love around the
world." Storm states, "Since
the time in 1985 when I was told these
things about the future the Cold War
ended with little bloodshed due to the
hearts of people being unwilling to
tolerate oppressive regimes."
Storm described what the light beings
told him concerning the way things
will be on earth in about 2185. He
asked the light beings the question:
"Will the United States be the
leader of the world in this change?"
The light beings replied, "The
United States has been given the
opportunity to be the teacher for the
world, but much is expected of those
to whom much has been given. The
United States has been given more of
everything than any country in the
history of the world and it has failed
to be generous with the gifts. If the
United States continues to exploit the
rest of the world by greedily
consuming the world's resources, the
United States will have God's blessing
withdrawn. Your country will collapse
economically which will result in
civil chaos. Because of the greedy
nature of the people, you will have
people killing people for a cup of
gasoline. The world will watch in
horror as your country is obliterated
by strife. The rest of the world will
not intervene because they have been
victims of your exploitation. They
will welcome the annihilation of such
selfish people. The United States must
change immediately and become the
teachers of goodness and generosity to
the rest of the world. Today the
United States is the primary merchant
of war and the culture of violence
that you export to the world. This
will come to an end because you have
the seeds of your own destruction
within you. Either you will destroy
yourselves or God will bring it to an
end if there isn't a change."
Storm states, ".... I don't know
if the richest country in the history
of the world is doomed to lose God's
blessing or if the people of the
United States will become the moral
light of the world. How long will God
allow the injustice to continue? The
future lies in the choices we make
right now. God is intervening in
direct ways in human events. May God's
will be done on earth as it is in
light being friends told him more
about the new world to come. According
to them, God wished to usher in the
kingdom within the next two hundred
years. In order to do so, God had
rescinded some of the free will given
to creatures, in favor of more divine
control over human events.
world order, according to Howard, will
resemble some near-death descriptions
of heaven. People will live in such
peace and harmony and love that
communication will be telepathic,
travel instantaneous and the need for
clothing and shelter eliminated. The
lion will indeed lie down with the