It's too long, could you edit it down?
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Nov 17, 2017
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Yes.. it is quite much, and not even the full length of. That’s why I gave the link, but this is his experience on YouTube, then after you hear, see it maybe you’ll wish the full depth that he shares in more vivid detail and description what he went through.
Now, recall.... this happened in June of 1985 and he now is a Minister, so that only strengthens his testimony of what he shares after he left his body in the Hospital then.
This is another man who after experiencing similar as Howard starts a ministry to help save lost souls, and he used to be a convicted drug dealer.
Nov 18, 2017
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Good God Almighty I wish you to awaken, that you are way more than such silly nonsense that for some reason you choose to accept and stay in such ignorant captivity that only places you in any form of discomfort you rather not ever experience, and I truly HOPE you actually watch the video if you’re not going to read the article so you never end up where he “NOTE:” ‘was’ and learn who you really are and your true potential you actually get to experience and live by, kaynight fella.
Sure, you might love to troll, find being funny adds enjoyment on this site, but I wish you well and am being very serious and I deeply hope you do watch it and then from such it’s impact you show every last of your wonderful friends so that you can then help them as you then would clearly realize such significance and importance to do so.
I don't think so.......
Nov 18, 2017
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#8
I most definitely did not insult you, however I will say though because I do care for your best interest and anyone's for that matter, if silliness begins to ensue as for to trollalalalala I will have to block you or anyone doing such for the simple fact that I am not playing around and as you would be blocked from Eternal peace and harmony were you to not accept who provides thus, and all because a cruel vicious deceiver who only wishes you to continue to have no concern for such, you only are placing you where I clearly know for certain no way in hell you ever would wish to be after you pass, and there are multiple accounts such like these 2 vids I've provided here that attest such truth.
As well, just like this 'now is a Minister' guy called out to whom he needed to for to remove him from such a place, were you to have someone contact me because you wish to apologize I would instantly take you off my block list because no way in hell do I really wish you or anyone on it in the first place.
I cannot make you do a thing, though I certainly can bring to your attention what you big time need brought to your attention or anyone's so they do not end up where many are now, or in some dimension that brings tremendous torment their way when they can avoid even as particular books and people have for several thousand yrs been saying.
Pardon me, BUT I CARE FOR YOU OR ANYONE FOR THAT MATTER AND WOULD NEVER WISH SOMEONE SEPARATED FROM THE LOVE THEY HOPEFULY HAD WHILE GROWING UP AND HOPEFULY THE SPIRIT OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE THEIR PARENTS HAD FOR THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE THEIRS. just saying
Um...okay,..
all caps with misspellings is the perfect touch for this kind of thread.
Yeah!
Nov 18, 2017
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#12
The caps is to emphasize it's importance ONLY, and yes quickly typing and posting I mistakingly misspell, sorry there. lol I did not even have time to view it before you shared so, otherwise would have before you had, but thanks.
I as well added more to post#10 and that took a couple minutes.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT. COULD YOU SHORTEN IT DOWN?
Nov 18, 2017
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#14
Evidently you wish I as well remove what I cap'd as to emphasize, correct?
Sir, the video is what it's about, and if you watch it you will know what it says, but the link has much much more than that but it get's absolutely awesome with the rest of the beautiful part when he was removed from the dung of a tormented dimension of space and time he beforehand was placed into.
That is why I have made it the length it is and left the link for any that wish to hear the intensely awesome part.
Ok, but I haven't time to watch the video until I know what it's about?
Nov 18, 2017
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#16
Exactly what the video describes.
Also, fair warning was given on post #10 as concerning blocking.
2STONE2 wrote:
Exactly what the video describes.
Also, fair warning was given on post #10 as concerning blocking.
Well I've asked several times for a short description of what the video is about.
Your intro is too long to read. So I'm not going to watch a video when I've no idea what the content is.
There could be anything in there.
Nov 18, 2017
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#18
you're removed LilBoat21.
If you wish to alter and it's genuine I will remove from being blocked, but only then.
Nov 18, 2017
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#19
What you quoted says what it's about, showing me you are about to be blocked because you wish to be. post#19
Not only that but my OP clarifies what the video is, and the link has his whole experience.
A man by the name of Howard Storm was an atheist until June of 1985 when he was near dying and had an NDE that dramatically changed his life and he now is a Minister.
His experience can be found on Youtube as well this article that was written by Archangel Michael.
I'm not going to post the whole thing but this shares quite a bit and clicking the link you can read the rest of his amazing experience that, for any atheists or somebody who has lost any sense of hope can extremely benefit by reading every bit of this and if you've ever heard of the scared straight programs focused to have hardened children change their perspectives so they don't end up in prison, well this is why I am posting for anyone's best interest to jolt them enough.
Nov 20, 2017
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Do you not find this provable if you consider addressing the activeness of the brain after death is such reasons for his experience and he "after 30 days since the incident with much therapy" is again shown everything when God reshares all that he previously had experienced, perhaps if mainly the important reason to CONNECT WITH you or anyone who accepts the scientists study, research of which, throws such right out the window, their theory?
I have another video that's more of him and dated present time done in 2017 seeing him still witnessing, with him on a phone with a radio DJ perhaps and even the radio host speaks of an awesome hillarious moment to perhaps bring more to you or the other skeptics to hopefuly have you recognize the genuineness, as well easily can recognize God knowing someone one day would be doing just as I am by posting this in hopes to have others realize it's importance.
at 15:45 he runs into the original actor of the character in Star Wars, Luke Skywalker, but how it happens is awesome and another eye opener so others may recognize, just like what follows after he shares that when the radio host talks about himself at 20 y.o.a. asking God how can he find wisdom, and LOL what happens the very next minute!
A man by the name of Howard Storm was an atheist until June of 1985 when he was near dying and had an NDE that dramatically changed his life and he now is a Minister.
His experience can be found on Youtube as well this article that was written by Archangel Michael.
I'm not going to post the whole thing but this shares quite a bit and clicking the link you can read the rest of his amazing experience that, for any atheists or somebody who has lost any sense of hope can extremely benefit by reading every bit of this and if you've ever heard of the scared straight programs focused to have hardened children change their perspectives so they don't end up in prison, well this is why I am posting for anyone's best interest to jolt them enough.
Archangel Michael
Howard Storm's near-death experience - Saved from Hell
http://www.neardeathsite.com/storm.php
Before his near-death experience, Howard Storm, a Professor of Art at Northern Kentucky University, was not a very pleasant man. He was an avowed atheist and was hostile to every form of religion and those who practiced it. He often would use rage to control everyone around him and he didn’t find joy in anything. Anything that wasn’t seen, touched or felt, he had no faith in. He knew with certainty that the material world was the full extent of everything that was. He considered all belief systems associated with religion to be fantasies for people to deceive themselves with. Beyond what science said, there was nothing else.
On June 1, 1985, at the age of 38, Howard Storm had a near-death experience due to a perforation of the stomach and his life was since forever changed. His near-death experience is one of the most profound, if not the most profound, afterlife experience I have ever documented. His life was so immensely changed after his near-death experience, he resigned as a professor and devoted his time attending the United Theological Seminary to become a United Church of Christ Minister. The following is the account of Pastor Howard Storm's near-death experience reprinted by permission.
An invitation from strange people
(Howard Storm is in intense agony and dying) Struggling 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 distress. Sort 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.
While 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 profanity. For 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.
My first reaction was: "This is crazy! I can’t be standing here looking down at myself. That’s not possible." This 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.
Now 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.
I wanted this to be a dream, and I kept saying to myself, "This has got to be a dream." But I knew that it wasn't a dream. I became aware that strangely I felt more alert, more, 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 how much I was feeling in my hands just by making a fist.
Then I heard my name. I heard: "Howard, Howard – come here." Wondering, at first, where it was coming from, I discovered that it was originating in the doorway. There were different voices calling me. I asked who they were, and they said: "We are here to take care of you. We will fix you up. Come with us." Asking, again, who they were, I asked them if they were doctors and nurses. They responded: "Quick, come see. You’ll find out." As I asked them questions they gave evasive answers. They kept giving me a sense of urgency, insisting that I should step through the doorway.
With 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.
These strange beings kept urging me to come with them. I repeatedly asked them where we were going, and they responded: "Hurry up, you’ll find out." They wouldn't answer anything. The only response was insisting that I hurry up and follow them. They told me repeatedly that my pain was meaningless and unnecessary. "Pain is bullshit," they said. I knew that we had been travelling 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.
Walking 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.
As 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, "Shh, he can hear you, he can hear you." Then, 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.
Wondering 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 direction.
All 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.
Attacked by bizarre beings
Hours 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 any question.
Finally, 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. A 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. It 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.
By 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.
At 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 and passions. During our struggle I noticed that they seemed to feel no pain. Other than that they appeared to possess no special nonhuman or superhuman abilities. Although during my initial experience with them I assumed that they were clothed, in our intimate physical contact I never felt any clothing whatsoever.
Fighting 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.
Exactly 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." My mind responded to that: "I don’t pray. I don’t know how to pray." This 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 not. The 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.
I 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 connotation. And 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.
I 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.
Lying 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.
A rescue by the light
Now 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. 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.
Then 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 ... and I, inside, screamed: "Jesus, please save me." That thought was screamed with every ounce of strength and feeling left in me.
When 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. When 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. What 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.
http://richjn.blogspot.com/2010/01/howard-storms-near-death-experience.html