My name is Debbie, and I would like to tell you about the day that changed my life forever. It was a Friday, July 19, 2002, the day I died.

Although it's been well over one year, it's as though it happened just yesterday. I remember every detail vividly. What I experienced on that day in July is now part of me. It is something I will carry with me always.

My day started off just like any other. I got up at 6:30 a.m. and got ready to go to work. At 7:00 a.m. I got my daughter up and ready for a fine arts camp she attended. I only worked half a day because my daughter was performing in a musical. After her musical, we all went out to eat, and then my husband, daughter and I went home. It was at home, that night, that something happened to me. I was told by my husband after a blackout period that I had gone into respiratory arrest twice within a 20-minute time frame.

When I died and crossed over, I was completely unaware of it, and had no memory of my life or family on Earth. I was surrounded by a majestic light, and felt its excellence and solace. I was surrounded by hundreds of people, and we were all standing in lines. While I refer to them as "people," as that is what I perceived them to be and considered this one female and that one male as in the physical sense of those designations, they did not seem to have physical bodies, but rather more like an undefined presence that was just…there.

The comfort I once felt from the Light immediately turned to that of wrath. I felt God's wrath! You see, the Light is God. I then realized that I was standing before God in Judgment. I was standing in one of many lines, and these lines were moving, yet I was not walking. All of a sudden, the line I was in stopped. I was standing before the throne of judgment. As I knelt before God, I felt his fury. It was at that point I knew I was damned. As I lifted my head and looked over, I saw myself at five years old and my sister when she was six. We were bigger than life. I held my head in shame as I saw myself being evil to my sister. At that point, I felt humiliated beyond belief. I couldn't handle the pain, and begged for it to stop. The pain I felt stopped, but immediately started again with more fury. You see, I was no longer feeling my pain and humiliation; it was all turned around to where I felt my sister's pain. I had a taste of hell. I was begging for the pain to stop, but it wouldn't. Her pain that I felt was so profound, I would have given anything for it to stop!

Thankfully, the pain stopped and the line started moving again, but I knew I wasn't going to Heaven. In fact, I had been given a preview of what was in store for me and that was Hell! I was crying, and full of terror. I was going to hell, something I feared my whole life. Then all of a sudden my line stopped again. I understood by the Light that I would be going "back" (at the time I didn't know where "back" was), but I would not be going alone. I further understood that I would be carrying my sister's pain with me until my death on Earth. I understood that not only would I feel her pain every day, but that it would serve as a constant reminder of how what I say to a person can really hurt them. I assure you, I feel her pain each and every day.

It took me months to tell my husband about my experience. In fact, to this day it is still hard for me to talk about it. But I assure you it has changed my life for the better! For the first time in my life I have felt amazing. I was able to let go of my past, and now feel no pain. I want to tell the world about my experience, and how it has changed me! I am finally free, free to love and free to be me!!

Deborah A. Talor
Debbietalor@aol.com

Posted 1-31-04