Introduction

I saw Beings of Light, maybe Angels, Guides, or some other form of Self-Love all lit up in my Near-Death Experience, but did not recognize Christ as some have reported in their NDEs. No, my two experiences with Jesus’ Illuminated Self would come later.

My first experience with Jesus

It was the Easter after my NDE. and my family, being Episcopalian from my father’s side of the family, celebrated the Christian holiday of the Master’s Ascension. I was at my Grandma Kathleen’s house, and we were getting ready to attend church.

She was a Methodist, and my parents would say right in front of her that Methodists had more rules than we Episcopalians did about God. I didn’t care. My maternal grandma and I were soulmates my entire childhood, and I would have followed her to the Moon, so would certainly go to a church with rules I was too young to understand.

While they continued their conversation about which religion was best, I went outside to the driveway and began to twirl around in an easy circle, arms spread out, in my pale-yellow Easter dress, its skirt lifting with the breeze. It was a bright warm, and sunny day.

I stopped twirling. Fully present and in the moment as most children are, I first felt and then saw Christ. Please don’t ask me how, but I knew who it was instantly, but he didn’t look like a person from pictures I had seen in churches. Instead, he was more of my NDE’s familiar Vibe of Unconditional Love Consciousness in a Being of dynamic radiating Light. I was quite literally awestruck.

Then He spoke to me.

“I am not your Savior. I am your brother.”

The words were crystal clear, and I felt he wanted me to remember what he said. And that was pretty much it. Jesus went poof and off to heaven knows where, leaving me standing in the driveway.

My grandmother came out, and I told her what had happened. She thought it was sweet as she thought of everything involving me, her dearest grandchild, especially on Easter. However, she failed to see the significance of my moment.

When I marched into Sunday School and announced I had seen Jesus that very morning and repeated his words, it did not go over too well. The people in the church said Jesus was my Savior, not my brother, and that I had a strong imagination. But nothing could sway me because what I saw and heard was Real. This was the beginning of my troubles with the church.

Jesus seemed to open a can of worms when he spoke to me in the driveway that Easter morning. More than anything, it made me wonder what else the church taught that wasn’t exactly true. I wasn’t yet six, but I already knew to trust my experiences when they were rooted in Love. We all can.

 My second experience with Jesus

It came when I was thirty-seven. Here’s the setup. It was Thanksgiving Day, and my body was in so much pain that it was off to the emergency room. After being in the hospital for two days for tests and pain management on a holiday schedule, the docs discovered that I had a cyst on my left ovary. Surgery was required and set to occur sometime between Thanksgiving weekend and Christmas.

In the meantime, I was sent home with medicines and an appointment card to visit the doctor for pre-surgery tests, and the surgery date right after Thanksgiving weekend was over.

Two days later, I was at home in bed, preparing to fall asleep. As I lay there, an apparition started forming to the left of my bed. Again, although it did not “look” like one would think of Jesus from pictures or paintings, I knew it to be Him. There was a soft Light around him this time.

He walked toward the bed, extended his hand out to me, and with his index finger, reached over and touched the spot where the cyst was. A warm tingling heat spread from that point out and radiated across my body. He said, “You are healed.” In a flash, he was gone, but the warmth remained, and I fell asleep.

The next day, I told my mom and best friend about what happened. The following week as planned, I went for the pre-surgery check-up. I dared not share with the doctor what happened lest he consider me a nutcase. He examined me, poked around, and then said, “You no longer have a cyst on your ovary. I am going to cancel the surgery.”

I asked what he thought had happened to cause this. He said it probably just dissolved on its own. I didn’t fess up to what I knew, but  I was amazed at what was medical confirmation for me.

 Conclusion

I have shared my two experiences with Jesus with you. As brief as they were, they each were life-changing for separate reasons. Because of Jesus’ direction to me as a kid, I ended up dropping religion as a possible human source of Unconditional Love and seeing not just Jesus but all Self-Realized Ones as our more mature siblings in Love Consciousness. They all get my deepest Love and respect. We all have sacred stories in our lives to share. These are a couple of mine connected with the NDE After Effect of having visions and seeing what others may not see.

Thank you for your comments when you can. It helps me feel what I have to share is worthwhile to readers.

Love and Peace to you and yours,
Kaye