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An avowed atheist, Dr. Maurice Rawlings wasn't concerned about God, heaven, or hell until confronted with the harrowing experiences of his clinically dead patients before resuscitating them.
There is no debate about the existence of a literal hell in his mind now.
Most of his cardiology patients were ordinary people who didn't necessarily think of themselves as being particularly good or bad, but were totally shocked to find themselves in hell when they died. They describe their encounters as being in "total darkness and untold terror" or "moving toward volcanic flames filled with people crying out in agony."
One patient, Charles McKaig, dropped dead during an EKG treadmill test. Once revived, the terrified man, with his hair standing on end, gripped Rawlings and begged, "Don't let me go to hell again." The befuddled doctor muttered a prayer he had heard about asking Jesus into one's life as savior and the man repeated it. The patient's heart stopped again and he was immediately transported to heaven. He was resuscitated a second time and described the most brilliant colors he had ever seen and about meeting relatives there.
Howard Storm, an art and literary professor, was an atheist who says the only god in his adult life was himself. His experience was slightly different. He was drawn toward a bright light as gentle voices beckoned him to come. As he walked with the group, the light diminished and their voices became increasingly more hostile.
Once in total darkness, hundreds of people viciously attacked him. They weren't monster-like creatures, but ordinary people who had lived selfish lives on earth and now lived in a world that was entirely selfish and cruel.
He tried to pray and blurted out anything he could remember. Each time he said, "God," the assailants stopped abruptly, shrieked in fear and moved away. Eventually, they left him bruised and bleeding. He laid there for what seemed like an eternity.
In a weakened state, he sang "Jesus Loves Me," which he had recalled singing as a child. Jesus appeared, tenderly picked him up and completely healed his wounds. All the pain and horror evaporated and he was filled with indescribable love.
Before returning, the angels showed him a video recording of his life from beginning to end. Whenever he was loving and considerate of others, God, Jesus and the angels rejoiced and when he had been selfish and manipulative, they grieved. He came back to earth with a changed heart, determined to love people.
Former atheist Dr. Donald Whitaker, a research scientist and physician, spent the most horrific night of his life on the brink of hell, tearing at bed sheets and pulling the mattress over him to shield himself from the penetrating darkness. He waited frantically for a friend to come, whom he had cursed years prior when the man told him about the Lord.
Whitaker quickly became a believer and concludes, "It's very easy to be an atheist when you're successful, when you're one of the most powerful men in your part of the country, because you don't need God, but it's very difficult to be an atheist when you are on your death bed."
John 3:16 says, "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."
Repeated encounters with his patients convinced Rawlings to get his own life right with God by accepting Jesus Christ as his savior. He has published a book/video, To Hell and Back, detailing the accounts of his patients and urges readers/viewers to be aware and prepare for the impending afterlife.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:09:26 PM PDT
Many posters, even many on this site, have vehmently expressed the view that Christianity held back the advancement of human progress,
The charge that Christianity has held back scientific progress is utterly ridiculous. (Symptom #1) Perhaps the best example of pagan materialistm is atomism. (Symptom #6) The fortuitous and mindless joining of atoms (Symptom #3) holds absolutely no prospects for scientific inquiry and neither does the fortuitous and mindless mutations held by present day materialists. (Symptom #4)
Only theories which deny mindlessness and propose order can be the source of scientific inquiry. (Symptoms #5 & #6) It is this belief in order, in natural laws which as stated in our Declaration come from God (Symptom #9) that has proven to be the source of the scientific spirit and scientific progress (Symptom #11) in the Christian West.
12 posted on 9/15/02 6:07 AM Pacific by gore3000
7 out of 13 Symptoms used.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:10:11 PM PDT
The thing that always bugged me is, where in the bible is God telling Adam (or one of his descendants) How He Did It? Because obviously, God didn't write Genesis. Some guy did. I would think that the story of God giving his Children the creation story is an important one. Why isn't that story in the Bible?
I play Space 1889; should my views be discounted because I'm a Victorian SF fan?
Do you have a web site devoted to fantasizing about imaginary weapons and people? Do you devote any time to calculating the relative strengths of these imaginary weapons? If you do, you may have a bean loose, much as I suspect this young individual has.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:11:12 PM PDT
A good definition of pseudoscience is rendered at this link, as well as OTHER good stuff.
Not all of it is 100% FReeper friendly, as the site has the potential to annoy the Left as much as it does conservatives, but some good information, and critical thinking, is to be found there.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:17:29 PM PDT
by Long Cut
posted on 10/22/2002 6:33:39 PM PDT
Your Stardestroyer.net link points to this.
No doubt they have brought new scientific insights from the far ends of the galaxy! Either that or they are bunch of fruitcakes!
posted on 10/22/2002 6:45:10 PM PDT
Again, I'm reminded why I don't hang out on the evo vs. creo threads. This is probably only the second or third such article I've read in over four years on FR. Thanks to the appropriate title, article worth saving.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:49:24 PM PDT
Yes Patrick you constantly insult people as in this post, you lie about them, you take statements out of context, you try to tar all opponents with the faults of those who do not represent them, and you are a thug who regularly tries to destroy threads through vicious attacks on people who disagree with you. So yes, you are all those things and much worse.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:51:52 PM PDT
Saved from hell
Howard Storm's near-death experience
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 didnt find joy in anything. Anything that wasnt 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 Storms 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 Gods name at all it was only as a profanity.
For a time there was a sense of being unconscious or asleep. Im 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 cant be standing here looking down at myself. Thats 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 didnt look at me, she didnt 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 didnt 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. Youll 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 wasnt 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 couldnt 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, youll 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 bull***t," they said. I 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.
Walking for what seemed to be a considerable distance, these beings were all around me. They were leading me through the haze. I dont 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 didnt 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 wouldnt 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 Im 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 dont pray. I dont 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 didnt 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 dont 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.
Another thing happened. Suddenly I knew a whole bunch of things. I knew things ... I knew that this light, this radiance, knew me. I dont 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. 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.
The light conveyed to me that it loved me in a way that I cant 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.
I 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 there.
We 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.
There 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 Beingness at the center. It was off in the distance.
Then I .. I didnt say it, I thought it. I said: "Put me back." What 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 didnt want to go toward the light anymore I did; yet I didnt. 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. The 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.
For the first time, my friend, and I will refer to him in that context hereafter, said to me: "You belong here." (His "friend" is none other than Jesus Christ.)
Facing all the splendor made me acutely aware of my lowly condition. My response was: "No, youve made a mistake, put me back." And he said: "We dont make mistakes. You belong."
Then 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. I was still crying. One of the first things these marvelous beings did was to ask, all with thought: "Are you afraid of us?" I told them I wasnt. They 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 ...
As an aside, Im 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. Its disappointing for me to try and describe, because I cant I was seeing colors that I had never seen before.
What these beings were showing me was their glory. I wasnt 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.
To 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.
We began to engage in thought exchange, conversation 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 knew.
A life's review
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.
Throughout 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.
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.
Our initial conversation involved them simply trying to comfort me. Something 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.
Next, 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 didnt know it at the time. They were trying to teach me something, but I didnt know it was a teaching experience, because I didnt know that I would be coming back.
We 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.
I could feel their feelings of sorrow and suffering, or joy, as my lifes review unfolded. They didnt say that something was bad or good, but I could feel it. And I could sense all those things they were indifferent to. They didnt, for example, look down on my high school shot-put record. They just didnt feel anything towards it, nor towards other things which I had taken so much pride in.
What 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 didnt measure up with how I should have interacted, which was in a loving way.
Whenever I did react during my life in a loving way they rejoiced. Most 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.
I got to go through all those kinds of experiences in the company of these magnificent beings. When I was a teenage my fathers 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 get upset.
Most 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.
I 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.
The therapy of love
The entire life's review would have been emotionally destructive, and would have left me a psychotic person, if it hadnt been for the fact that my friend, and my friends 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 lifes 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 cant.
The therapy was their love, because my lifes review kept tearing me down. It was pitiful to watch, just pitiful. I couldnt believe it. And the thing is, it got worse as it went on. My stupidity and selfishness as a teenage 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.
When the review was finished they asked: "Do you want to ask any questions?" and I had a million questions. I asked, for example, "What about the Bible?" They responded: "What about it?" I 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 lifes 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 wasnt worth reading.
I observed to them that the Bible wasnt clear to me. It didnt 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 dont have to work at it anymore.
My 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.
I 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 Christians. The answer I got was: "The best religion is the religion that brings you closest to God."
Asking them if there was life on other planets, their surprising answer was that the universe was full of life. Because 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 nothing mattered.
They said: "No, there isnt going to be any nuclear war." I asked if they were absolutely sure there wasnt 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 world."
They told me that at the most, one or two nuclear weapons might go off accidentally, if they werent destroyed, but there wouldnt 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.
Science, 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. These friends of my friend wanted war, because of the level of our technology, to be put aside. We could do too much damage to the planet. And by the planet, they meant all of Gods creation. Not just the people, but the animals, the trees, the birds, the insects, everything.
What happens after death
I asked my friend, and his friends, about death what happens when we die? They said that when a loving person dies, angels come down to meet him, and they take him up gradually, at first, because it would be unbearable for that person to be instantly exposed to God.
Knowing whats inside of every person, the angels dont have to prove anything by showing off. They know what each of us needs, so they provide that. In some cases it may be a heavenly meadow, and in another, something else. If a person needs to see a relative, the angels will bring that relative. If the person really likes jewels, they will show the person jewels. We see what is necessary for our introduction into the spirit world, and those things are real, in the heavenly, the divine sense.
They gradually educate us as spirit beings, and bring us into heaven. We grow and increase, and grow and increase, and shed the concerns, desires, and base animal stuff that we have been fighting much of our life. Earthly appetites melt away. It is no longer a struggle to fight them. We become who we truly are, which is part of the Divine.
This happens to loving people, people who are good and love God. They made it clear to me that we dont have any knowledge or right to judge anybody else in terms of that persons heart relationship to God. Only God knows whats in a persons heart. Someone whom we think is despicable, God might know as a wonderful person. Similarly, someone we think is good, God may see as a hypocrite, with a black heart. Only God knows the truth about every individual.
God will ultimately judge every individual. And God will allow people to be dragged into darkness with like-minded creatures. I have told you, from my person experience, what goes on in there. I dont know from what I saw anymore than that, but its my suspicion that I only saw the tip of the iceberg.
I deserved to be where I was I was in the right place at the right time. That was the place for me, and the people I was around were perfect company for me. God allowed me to experience that, and then removed me, because he saw something redeeming in putting me through the experience. It was a way to purge me. People who are not allowed to be pulled into darkness, because of their loving nature, are attracted upwards, toward the light.
I never saw God, and I was not in Heaven. It was way out in the suburbs, and these are the things that they showed me. We talked for a long time, about many things, and then I looked at myself. When I saw me, I was glowing, I was radiant. I was becoming beautiful not nearly as beautiful as them but I had a certain sparkle that I never had before.
Not being ready to face the earth again, I told them that I wished to be with them forever. I said "I'm ready, I'm ready to be like you and be here forever. This is great. I love it. I love you. You're wonderful." I knew that they loved me and knew everything about me. I knew that everything was going to be okay from now on. I asked if I could get rid of my body, which was definitely a hindrance, and become a being like them with the powers they had shown me. They said: "No, you have to go back." They explained to me that I was very underdeveloped and that it would be of great benefit to return to my physical existence to learn. In my human life I would have an opportunity to grow so that the next time I was with them I would be more compatible. I would need to develop important characteristics to become like them and to be involved with the work that they do. Responding that I couldnt go back, I tried to argue with them, and I observed that if I bear that thought the thought that I might wind up in the pit again I pled with them to stay.
My friends then said: "Do you think that we expect you to be perfect, after all the love we feel for you, even after you were on earth blaspheming God, and treating everyone around you like dirt? And this, despite the fact that we were sending people to try and help you, to teach you the truth? Do you really think we would be apart from you now?"
I asked them: "But what about my own sense of failure? Youve shown me how I can be better, and Im sure I cant live up to that. Im not that good."
Some of my self-centeredness welled up and I said, "No way. I'm not going back." They said, "There are people who care about you; your wife, your children, your mother and father. You should go back for them. Your children need your help." I said. "You can help them. If you make me go back there are things that just won't work. If I go back there and make mistakes I won't be able to stand it because you've shown me I could be more loving and more compassionate and I'll forget. I'll be mean to someone or I'll do something awful to someone. I just know it's going to happen because I'm a human being. I'm going to blow it and I won't be able to stand it.
I'll feel so bad I'll want to kill myself and I can't do that because life is precious. I might just go catatonic. So you can't send me back." They assured me that mistakes are an acceptable part of being human. "Go," they said, "and make all the mistakes you want. Mistakes are how you learn." As long as I tried to do what I knew was right, they said, I would be on the right path.
If I made a mistake, I should fully recognize it as a mistake, then put it behind me and simply try not to make the same mistake again. The important things is to try one's best, keep one's standards of goodness and truth, and not compromise those to win people's approval. "But," I said, "mistakes make me feel bad." They said, "We love you the way you are, mistakes and all. And you can feel our forgiveness. You can feel our love any time you want to." I said, "I don't understand. How do I do that?" "Just turn inward," they said. "Just ask for our love and we'll give it to you if you ask from the heart."
They advised me to recognize it when I made a mistake and to ask for forgiveness. Before I even got the words out of my mouth, I would be forgiven but, I would have to accept the forgiveness. My belief in the principal of forgiveness must be real, and I would have to know that the forgiveness was given. Confessing, either in public or in private, that I had made a mistake, I should then ask for forgiveness. After that, it would be an insult to them if I didnt accept the forgiveness. I shouldnt continue to go around with a sense of guilt, and I should not repeat errors I should learn from my mistakes.
"But," I said, "how will I know what is the right choice? How will I know what you want me to do?" They replied: "We want you to do what you want to do. That means making choices and there isnt necessarily any right choice. There are a spectrum of possibilities, and you should make the best choice you can from those possibilities. If you do that, we will be there helping you."
I didn't give in easily. I argued that "back there" was full of problems and that here was everything I could possibly want. I questioned my ability to accomplish anything they would consider important in my world. They said the world is a beautiful expression of the Supreme Being.
One can find beauty or ugliness depending on what one directs one's mind toward. They explained that the subtle and complex development of our world was beyond my comprehension, but I would be a suitable instrument for the Creator. Every part of the creation, they explained, is infinitely interesting because it is a manifestation of the Creator. A very important opportunity for me would be to explore this world with wonder and enjoyment. They never gave me a direct mission or purpose. Could I build a shrine or cathedral for God? They said those monuments were for humanity. They wanted me to live my life to love people not things. I told them I wasn't good enough to represent what I had just experienced with them on a worldly level. They assured me I would be given appropriate help whenever I might need it. All I had to do is ask.
The luminous beings, my teachers, were very convincing. I was also acutely aware that not far away was the Great Being, what I knew to be the Creator. They never said, "He wants it this way," but that was implied behind everything they said. I didn't want to argue too much because the Great Entity was so wonderful and so awesome. The love that was emanated was overwhelming.
Presenting my biggest argument against coming back into the world, I told them that it would break my heart, and I would die, if I had to leave them and their love. Coming back would be so cruel, I said, that I couldnt stand it. I mentioned that the world was filled with hate and competition, and I didnt want to return to that maelstrom. I couldnt bear to leave them.
My friends observed that they had never been apart from me. I explained that I hadnt been aware of their presence, and if I went back I, again, wouldnt know they were there. Explaining how to communicate with them, they told me to get myself quiet, inside, and to ask for their love; then that love would come, and I would know they were there.
They said, "You won't be away from us. We're with you. We've always been with you. We always will be right with you all the time." I said, "But how do I know that? You tell me that, but when I go back there it's just going to be a nice theory." They said, "Any time you need us we'll be there for you." I said, "You mean like you'll just appear?" They said, "No, no. We're not going to intervene in your life in any big way unless you need us. We're just going to be there and you'll feel our presence, you'll feel our love."
After that explanation I ran out of arguments, and I said I thought I could go back. And, just like that, I was back. Returning to my body, the pain was there, only worse than before.
(Howard Storms near-death experience ends here. Return to life wasn't easy for Howard. In addition to his physical problems, he had to face the usual array of uncomprehending and insensitive responses to his new spiritual condition. It began in the hospital, he said. "I felt this overwhelming sense of love for everyone. I wanted to hug and kiss everyone, but I couldn't even sit up. I would say, "Oh you're so beautiful" to anyone and everyone. I was the joke of the floor. People found it very amusing." Like other near-death experiences, Howard's sense of empathy expanded, as well as his compassion. He could, he said, feel the emotions of others more powerfully than his own. Howard decided to enter the Christian ministry after his near-death experience.
1 Cor 15:35 But someone may ask, "How will the dead be brought back to life again? What kind of bodies will they have?"
1 Cor 15:36 What a foolish question! You will find the answer in your own garden! When you put a seed into the ground it doesn't grow into a plant unless it "dies" first.
1 Cor 15:37 And when the green shoot comes up out of the seed, it is very different from the seed you first planted. For all you put into the ground is a dry little seed of wheat or whatever it is you are planting,
1 Cor 15:38 then God gives it a beautiful new body--just the kind he wants it to have; a different kind of plant grows from each kind of seed.
1 Cor 15:39 And just as there are different kinds of seeds and plants, so also there are different kinds of flesh. Humans, animals, fish, and birds are all different.
1 Cor 15:40 The angels in heaven have bodies far different from ours, and the beauty and the glory of their bodies is different from the beauty and the glory of ours.
1 Cor 15:41 The sun has one kind of glory while the moon and stars have another kind. And the stars differ from each other in their beauty and brightness.
1 Cor 15:42 In the same way, our earthly bodies which die and decay are different from the bodies we shall have when we come back to life again, for they will never die.
1 Cor 15:43 The bodies we have now embarrass us, for they become sick and die; but they will be full of glory when we come back to life again. Yes, they are weak, dying bodies now, but when we live again they will be full of strength.
1 Cor 15:44 They are just human bodies at death, but when they come back to life they will be superhuman bodies. For just as there are natural, human bodies, there are also supernatural, spiritual bodies.
1 Cor 15:45 The Scriptures tell us that the first man, Adam, was given a natural, human body but Christ is more than that, for he was life-giving Spirit.
1 Cor 15:46 First, then, we have these human bodies, and later on God gives us spiritual, heavenly bodies.
1 Cor 15:47 Adam was made from the dust of the earth, but Christ came from heaven above.
1 Cor 15:48 Every human being has a body just like Adam's, made of dust, but all who become Christ's will have the same kind of body as his--a body from heaven.
1 Cor 15:49 Just as each of us now has a body like Adam's, so we shall some day have a body like Christ's.
1 Cor 15:50 I tell you this, my brothers: an earthly body made of flesh and blood cannot get into God's Kingdom. These perishable bodies of ours are not the right kind to live forever.
1 Cor 15:51 But I am telling you this strange and wonderful secret: we shall not all die, but we shall all be given new bodies!
1 Cor 15:52 It will all happen in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For there will be a trumpet blast from the sky, and all the Christians who have died will suddenly become alive, with new bodies that will never, never die; and then we who are still alive shall suddenly have new bodies too.
1 Cor 15:53 For our earthly bodies, the ones we have now that can die, must be transformed into heavenly bodies that cannot perish but will live forever.
1 Cor 15:54 When this happens, then at last this Scripture will come true-- "Death is swallowed up in victory."
1 Cor 15:55 O death, where then your victory? Where then your sting? For sin--the sting that causes death--will all be gone; and the law, which reveals our sins, will no longer be our judge.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:56:49 PM PDT
I have no idea what you're saying. But let me take a stab at it anyway.
Hey, nobody told me we'd be playing pin the tail on the donkey. Blindfold me next and give a good spin -- I'm game.
posted on 10/22/2002 6:57:42 PM PDT
To: DaGman; ATOMIC_PUNK
Anarchy is a prelude to THE POLICE STATE...liberalism/EVOLUTION perpetuates it!
If Liberalism be evolution Then its a backwards track in time we take when freedom and liberty a spike in the eye of a king and a sting to aristocrats and monarchs once again we must beat back those red diaper doper babies who would bind us in chains and call it Evolution when its actually Tyranny
79 posted on 10/16/02 6:03 PM Pacific by ATOMIC_PUNK
EVOLUTION IS PSEUDOSCIENCE
1. Attacks on mainstream science.
Let's see the evolutionists are always ignoring mainstream science. They still, years after it has been disproven continue to call DNA not in genes 'junk DNA'. They also refuse to accept some of the many scientific discoveries which have shown that life from inert matter is impossible.
2. One-dimensional analysis. To evolutionists everything is 'natural selection'. Never mind that destruction never creates anything. Nevertheless they firmly hold on to the idea that 4-2 = 6.
3. Distortions of mainstream theories. The best example of this is the evolutionist's distortion of the Nobel prize winning discovery of hox genes on fruit flies. A mutation in a fruit fly gene resulted in a second set of wings on the fly. These new wings replaced a set of stabilizers on the back of the fly. Evolutionists called this an example of evolution at work. Problem is that the fly was less fit with these wings than with the stabilizers because the new wings did not work and the old stabilizers did work as they were supposed to. This is not just one example of course, almost all speciation and mutation examples by evolutionists have this same fault.
4. Refusal to examine contradictory evidence. Evolutionists are really good at this. They refuse to consider anything which contradicts their theory such as that species can adapt to their environment. That bodies can and do adapt to changing circumstances from something so simple as a sun tan to the changing of body shape which many athletes undergo - all this and more without mutations.
5. Exaggerated complexity. Another trait of evolutionists. Somehow, if one reads these threads one quickly notices that evolutionists cannot explain anything in their own words but always need a long link or even a whole site as "evidence" for what they say.
6. Use of scientific terms as meaningless "key words". Evolutionists are great at this. Let's just mention a couple of words they use 'homologous' and 'paralogous'. Now one would think that there must be some deep scientific meaning for these big words, however all they mean is 'similar'. The only reason for their use is to give an air of scientific respectability to what is essentially utter nonsense. There is no scientific definition of 'similar', it just means whatever an evolutionist wants it to be.
7. Unverifiable sources. The great evo site TalkOrigins is a great example of this. Not only do they seldom give sources for any of the evidence they have, but even worse, they often even refust to give their names to the articles they write - they are so ashamed of their own drivel.
8. Ignorance of energy requirements. This is itself a good example why abiogenesis (life from rocks) is impossible. It takes a tremendous amount of energy to form the DNA and all that life requires. Just the sun's energy is not sufficient to sustain life. One needs living organisms to make and use the food that life needs through complicated mechanisms which could in no way have arisen by chance.
9. Appeals to authority. Evolutionists constantly claim that no real scientist disbelieves in evolution. Of course, anyone who disagrees with it is tarred and feathered as not a real scientist.
10. False, fraudulent, or inapplicable credentials. Evolutionists are great at this. The number of frauds is endless. The first one known is Haeckel's fraud of painting the embryos of different species just about all the same to prove his theory. This fraud is still in many school textbooks decades after it has been disproven. In paleontology there are numerous ones from Nebraska man, Piltdown man, to the feathered dinonsaur from China a few years ago. With regards to speciation, the moths were a fraud and the Darwin finches were just an assumption that they were unable to breed with each other. And even after shown they could bread between the so-called species, the evolutionists continue to call them different species. So even after their frauds are disproven, they continue to tell the lies.
11. Outright fraud. Already covered in full above.
12. Leap of faith Oh this is an amazing one for evolutionists! Let's look at what the charlatan Darwin said as 'proof' of the eye evolving:
He who will go thus far, if he find on finishing this treatise that large bodies of facts, otherwise inexplicable, can be explained by the theory of descent, ought not to hesitate to go further, and to admit that a structure even as perfect as the eye of an eagle might be formed by natural selection, although in this case he does not know any of the transitional grades. His reason ought to conquer his imagination; though I have felt the difficulty far too keenly to be surprised at any degree of hesitation in extending the principle of natural selection to such startling lengths.
From: Origin of the Species, Chapter 6
13. Hothouse publication. Look for articles published outside of the world of scientific journals, This is the best one of all! What hypocrisy! Stargazer.net! Yeah right, they have the knowledge of the Martians!
Beam me up!
posted on 10/22/2002 7:48:32 PM PDT
7 out of 13 Symptoms used.
Insult by the numbers. Problem is that all the statements you insult are true and you cannot refute them so you just call them names. So typical of evolutionists.
posted on 10/22/2002 8:08:47 PM PDT
Ohhhh! I see, you just have to have faith. And if you have faith it's automatically true. Nice trick ;-D
Atheism requires an active belief system. Since no absolute evidence refutes Gods existence, one is required to reject (and reject and reject). A belief without absolute facts requires faith. Does your faith and belief make it true?
351 posted on 8/28/02 5:08 PM Pacific by Heartlander
No doubt they have brought new scientific insights from the far ends of the galaxy!
Is this the advisor?
posted on 10/22/2002 8:42:01 PM PDT
Tribune7 wrote: A non-religious, science link concerning Rawlings.
A religious link concerning Rawlings.
Thanks Tribune7...I bookmarked it in my favorites. :)
posted on 10/22/2002 8:53:07 PM PDT
They also refuse to accept some of the many scientific discoveries which have shown that life from inert matter is impossible.
Ironically, it's even a scientific axiom that life from inert matter is impossible. link
posted on 10/22/2002 9:08:56 PM PDT
No prob. :-)
posted on 10/22/2002 9:11:49 PM PDT
To: Tribune7; Phaedrus
Western Science began as an effort to discern, understand and quantify God's design. I would further say that we have learned much from this effort.
629 posted on 8/29/02 9:05 PM Pacific by Phaedrus
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