A Warning from My Near-Death Experience

In November 2021, I was in my home, stupidly walking as I ate. I was passing through the bathroom from the kitchen into the bedroom when I slipped and tried to catch myself. As I was falling, I inhaled the food whole, without chewing, and it became lodged in my windpipe. I have a vague memory of my head glancing the bathroom sink as I fell.

Afterward, my family and I analyzed the timing and decided that I must have lain there for almost five minutes, barely breathing (if at all), until members of my family (who do not wish to be named and do not want me to write this story) found me. They were able to retrieve a chunk of the food from my throat and restart my breathing (their words). After I awoke, I was completely fine, except I had a terribly raw throat for a few days and a small bump on the side of my scalp.

Here we go. During my unconscious period, I left my body. I did not see my body lying on the bathroom floor. I did not observe life-saving efforts. In fact, I did not see anything whatsoever of this world. My body simply whisked through light (the brightest, most golden light I’ve ever seen).

When I came out of the end of the light (like a tunnel), I found myself face-to-face with a large being of light. The Light Being did not speak, yet we carried on a conversation. It was as though I could hear its thoughts in my head so it didn’t have to speak. So far as I can tell, I was speaking out loud. Here is the conversation that began with The Light Being:

“You must go back to warn others.”

“I don’t want to go back. Please! I just want to stay here. Please let me stay!”

I felt a definite empathy from The Light Being, who had incredible patience for my pleading, tinged with a bit of sadness, I sensed.

“It is not your time. You must go back. You will save many.”

“What? I don’t want to do that. Please.”

The Light Being got brighter, which seemed impossible. It’s voice rumbled a message for me to take back with me like a trumpet:

“Your misuse of knowledge will destroy you. Change, or it will come to pass.”

“What? Who am I supposed to tell that to? Please! Just let me stay. I don’t want to go back. I just want to be here, with you. Have mercy, I’m begging you.”

The Light Being appeared to raise a golden arm that seemed to push it back from me with lightning speed. The darkness that came between us grew steadily in milliseconds.

The picture below is somewhat similar to what I saw when talking to The Light Being, but not really. The Light Being had more pure light and gold and was much more magnificent. This pales in comparison.

Anyway, as The Light Being withdrew, I began to feel heavy, a bit at a time. Suddenly, I felt a choking sensation and coughed up a few bits of food, which I spit out. I noticed that I was on my side. I could hear one of my adult children and my husband begging me to wake up. My husband was holding me on my side with one hand and pounding my back with the other. My adult child was sobbing and crying out, “Breathe, Mama! Wake up!” Somehow, I was able to croak out the words, “I’m okay!”

I didn’t tell my family for over a week about what happened to me when I was unconscious. I was afraid they wouldn’t understand. However, the warning ate away at me, so I finally told those closest to me. While they were kind, the general consensus was that my mind went into a dream state, so I needed to understand that, feel relieved, and not talk about it.

I wanted to believe that. I tried to believe that. But, since it happened to me, I knew it was true. And I felt like not saying anything might somehow condemn me, or worse, others. Also, I felt like I owed it to The Light Being. I felt compelled.

Also, I should state that I knew — just knew — that The Light Being’s warning was talking about technology, in case that is not clear. And what would come to pass would be humanity’s destruction.

So, there you go. That was the warning. I’m not sure who I’m supposed to tell, or what meaning will be gleaned from it, if any. I’m not sure anyone will ever believe me. I just know that I have to do it.

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