Tim Blessed
England: Cumbria, Derwent Water in the rain.
The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial. The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this:
"You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.”
“You have nothing to fear.”
“There is nothing you can do wrong.”
The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. It was like being handed the rules to a game I’d been playing all my life, without fully understanding it.
('Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife.' - Dr. Eben Alexander)
England: Cumbria, Derwent Water in the rain.
The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial. The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this:
"You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.”
“You have nothing to fear.”
“There is nothing you can do wrong.”
The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. It was like being handed the rules to a game I’d been playing all my life, without fully understanding it.
('Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife.' - Dr. Eben Alexander)