A Taste Of Heaven

Buttermere, Lake District National Park

(Lake District, England)

I was flying, at least several feet above the ground. I felt the warm sun on my face and the gentle breeze became my new lover by caressing my face. I saw a sea of sunflowers swaying to an imaginary music. The sight stunned me as I watched mesmerised by the awesomeness of it all. My soul was at ease, all my problems floated away into nothingness. I couldn’t remember where I was coming from or where I was going.

I was static but not in a bad way.

I knew I still had a body but didn’t feel any urge to check what I looked like. I felt a tingle on my toes and the sun shone so bright my eyelids almost hurt. I wanted to reach out and touch it, naturally, I wanted to stay there forever. I heard soft murmurings from afar and gradually, it developed into a chorus of some kind. My eyes flickered to the sunflowers again, the soft chorus emanating from the distance further heightened my sense of euphoria.

I watched and waited for what seemed like years. In the distant, I saw a hill covered in flowers I couldn’t possibly describe. It was an awesome experience. And then, I woke up and saw the worried faces of my sisters…

You can read more on this story here: https://seyisandradavid.org/2012/11/14/death-and-the-angels-of-mercy/

I’ve read and heard countless debates about life after death, my position is simple enough. I’m a firm believer in life after death. The universe and everything in it didn’t happen because of some flimsy big bang theory. It’s more than that.

The events described above were real. I had that strange experience after my heart stopped on the operating table several years ago. I didn’t see any angels but I totally experienced a brief taste of heaven and believe  me, it was as real as my fingers punching away on the laptop.

We live in a wonderful world, however, there are worlds beyond our human comprehension, beauty beyond any language known to man. I think that’s why I write more about the supernatural, I’ve experienced it so many times, I know God is real and He loves us so much.

I’ll stop here and hope all my friends would enjoy the rest of their week!

Much love, always! 🙂

Advertisements

The Supernatural…

The Superntural

(Photo credit: Andreas Krappweis)

This is a true story, please read on…

Gross darkness blanket our street as ravenous fever raged through my body like an inferno. My mom mopped my body with towels trying to bring the rampaging fever down. I  watched with trepidation, my lips parched and dry.

It dawned on me that if I survive the night, I would be in the clear, but morning was like light years away. My mom looked at me with a mournful expression in her brown expressive eyes.

”You should have given your consent.”

”No mom,” I whispered with a vigorous shake of my head. I refused surgery because I had premonitions it would only worsen my condition.

Let me rewind back, to a week earlier…

I was a boisterous nineteen year old university girl. I was popular, well liked and friendly. Hardly would you see me with a frown, I was always smiling, why not? Life was good. My boyfriend ( now my husband) was one of the nicest man on campus, my course work was excellent but everything changed one windy night when I had a sharp pain in my left  ear.

I thought nothing of it until almost a week later when I couldn’t hear properly, my condition rapidly disintegrated overnight and my boyfriend brought me home. My dad bundled me into  his car and off we go!

At the hospital, the doctor did all sorts of tests and the final verdict was I had a growth in my ear and surgery was the right course of treatment but I refused and he sent me home with some medications. My neck was immobile, I couldn’t turn my head, I couldn’t eat and my ear hurt like hell, it was as if my throat was on fire! I was now torn between the devil and the deep blue sea, I chose the sea and my dad brought me back home.

I strode to my room and laid on my bed wondering if I had made the right decision. An earlier explosion on a transformer had plunged the street into darkness, my mom had left a lantern in my room but it suddenly went off. I listened to my breathing as pain racked through my body. The pain killers and antibiotics were powerless against the ferocious attack and I slowly drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

I don’t know how long I slept for but I woke up to a strange feeling, I was no longer alone, I wanted to call out but my voice was gone and I prayed this simple prayer.

God, if you are real, please heal me now,”

prayer..

prayer.. (Photo credit: aronki)

Few minutes after my prayer, I heard soft tapping on my bedroom floor…one…two…three and I felt a hand on my left shoulder and I heard this words,

”I am here,”

And peace washed over me and I was off again, this time around I must have slept for hours because when I woke up, everywhere was silent.

I stood up and the first thing I realise was, I could move my neck.

My throat was clear and my white night-dress was soaked with pus coming from my ear, I could swallow.

I’ve been healed!

That experience was so real and I knew God answers prayers. That was my first tangible experience with the supernatural!

That was one of the reasons why I write supernatural thrillers, has anyone else experienced some strange encounters? I’ll love to read your story.

Thanks for reading my post:)