Reality of Afterlife - What is it like to die?

Excerpt from Mass Abduction versus Rapture, by Ezekial Skye.

 

 

"Hopefully, everyone has read Mark of the Beast & the Number of Man, by now. In it, you will have read my near-death experience when I was thirteen years old. Now, however, I will tell you the story of the second time I died, more or less.

 

 

It was a regular day like any other. I was by myself and so there was no one around who could help me with what was about to happen next. And what would happen next was absolutely horrifying.

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I began to feel my heart beating. It began racing. With it, my chest tightened. It got to the point I couldn’t stand because I was having trouble breathing. It was as though someone was sitting right on top of my chest.

 

So, naturally, I lay down. Hoping this would take care of whatever was happening, I did my best to relax. But this was far from over. It had just begun.

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In the next instance, I felt a very sharp pain in the location of where my heart is. Immediately, my brain yells out, “Oh, please, no! I don’t want to die alone.”

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Now, I know I am not alone, technically speaking; but in a physical sense, my brain was relating to the fact that no one was around to help in any way.

 

Pain shot through my left arm. Immediately after, cold sweats and hot flashes began ensuing back and forth. With them, I felt as though someone were literally stabbing me in the heart over and over again — with the increasing amount of stabbing pains in my left arm, as well.

 

I couldn’t breathe at all. When I say it felt like someone was sitting on me, I am not kidding. I couldn’t take a deep breath for any amount of money within the entire world, so to speak. My breathing became shallower with each passing second, and with it, the cold sweats, hot flashes, and sharp pains steadily increased. I was dying…again! My phone was close and I couldn’t even reach for it. I was having a massive heart attack and there was nothing I could do about it, except go along for the ride.

 

Unlike the incident when I drowned, this incident took more earthly time. Drowning is fast in comparison; yet, drowning is still not a great experience, either.

 

As the seconds turned into minutes, my brain did something it did not have time to do before when I had previously drowned. When I drowned, I went from terrifying fear to seeing Jesus in the air. And it was so quick from one moment to the next that I didn’t have a lot of time to ponder anything. But this time, things were a lot different.

 

This time, my brain began cycling through every moment of my life. It did it so quickly, yet every moment was there; even moments I had consciously forgotten.

 

After this, I began thinking about those I love and how much I didn’t want to say good-bye to them. I began weeping. Next, I thought about their grief when they would have to attend my funeral. I, too, entered into a state of grieving because of this. It was absolutely awful.

 

But from the time my heart attack began until this point; no one part of the previous experience would compare against what I was about to go through.

 

My grief stopped in an instance. It was sudden. I couldn’t see Jesus but I certainly could feel His presence all around me, through me, and upon me. The steady and sharp pains, the shortness of breath, and my condition became more distant with each passing moment. In fact, in an instant, I no longer cared about dying.

 

I did not ponder friends and family. I did not think on life’s events. I only smiled within the presence of my God. This part of dying I knew. I was familiar with this part. And I was ready.

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Surprisingly to me, however, what I thought was coming next was not at all what happened. I felt Jesus take a step back from me. I don’t know how I know this but only that I could feel His presence decrease from around me, through me, and upon me.

 

In the very next instance, all the Love and Peace I felt from Jesus’s presence was totally gone! I felt fear like I have never known it before. It was Death approaching me and Jesus had stepped back to allow its approach.

 

The first moment of this fear is incomprehensible within the realm of an explanation. It is the most fear you can ever imagine with a high exponential number of power associated with it. In other words, it is total fear.

 

I could not think of anything else in that moment but one word…a name…so, I recited it over and over again.

 

“Jesus…Jesus…Jesus,” is all I could say. I had no thoughts other than fear itself. There was no pondering, no images, no thinking. There was only an existence inside of fear, as Death steadily approached.

 

If this were not bad enough, every moment of my ensuing existence increased with this fear in an exponential way. In other words, the first moment of Death’s approach was absolutely unexplainable in both power and presence. It is all I could feel, see (total blackness with no imagery around), and hear.

 

But more than this, in each subsequent moment of my existence, this fear actually increased in both power and presence; exponentially.

 

Now, to help you gain a better understanding of what this was like, I want you to imagine the most terrifying experience of your entire life. Multiply this experience by a thousand. This is the first moment of fear as Death began its approach.

 

Even worse, each subsequent moment increased by a thousand times a thousand, and so on. That is, as it is when standing in the presence of God, if you take the exact opposite of this in terms of Death, then what you are left with is an indescribable situation of fear increasing within itself.

 

All I could think on were two things: that wonderful name in which I steadily recited and the next state of exponentially increased fear. Nothing else existed — no visions, no sight, no voices, no memories, and no recalls of friends or loved ones. There was only me and Death’s approach.

 

Not even Jesus was there in the sense of me being able to feel His presence. As previously mentioned, I felt Him take a step back before this all began. I was utterly terrified beyond human understanding, and worse, each passing moment was more extreme than the last.

 

Then it happened. I had a new thought:

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I knew for a fact the next moment of fear, also meant, that I would scream for eternity. I knew that I knew this was going to happen next. I cannot tell you how I knew, but only that I knew that the very next part of Death’s approach meant that I would scream, forever.

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But in the next moment, I was in the presence of God once again. Just as abruptly as the fear began, it was totally gone. I could feel His Love and Peace all around me, through me, and upon me. I was not scared, anymore; not even in the least. All fear was gone, as well as Death.

 

1 Corinthians 15:55 “Where, O death, is your victory? Where O death, is your sting?”

 

I knew first-hand what that verse actually meant. I had just lived through it, and it was terrifying; yet, so astoundingly beautiful at the same time. Well, at least, as a number 67 it was beautiful.

 

I cannot imagine going through this as a number 66 (the lost). It would absolutely be the most terrible of experiences which leads to the most terrible of experiences. In thought, it is incomprehensible.

 

Unlike the time when I died during a drowning, I never saw Jesus. I felt His presence before Death’s approach. I felt it again when the next moment of my existence should have been certain screaming, yet, Death had no victory over me; praise God!

 

Along with the presence of God, I noticed something about His presence. I felt His love, compassion, peace, longsuffering nature, and every aspect of Him.

 

All of these characteristics were somehow directed toward me, and yet, I could feel another part of God’s existence which was not directed at me. I could literally feel the potential of God’s wrath. I did not ponder it because we do not do such things when we are changed into immortal form. And although I was not, technically, immortal and separated from my body, I was as close as you can probably get without doing so.

 

I felt His wonderful presence around me, through me, and upon me. All of this power equal in its intent. I felt the fullness of God and His love for me. The power of His presence is simply amazing to behold.

 

At the same time, however, I could feel the potential of His wrath. This is what it means to know the fullness of God. As saints, we feel His love and other like characteristics directed toward us. We can, also, feel the potential of His wrath which is not directed toward us.

 

Another thing I noticed, during this part of being in the presence of God, is that there was a familiarity to it all. Like that old child’s game of matching cards, my brain matched the fear I had just experienced.

 

I was not afraid, but only that it was brought back to my memory — like a learning lesson.

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This was the exact same type of fear I had been through when I drowned. But when I drowned, I was young and the event was quick. At the time, I did not register any difference between the body’s fear of dying and the fear of Death’s approach.

 

But now, I could see. My eyes had been opened. I could see, as a child, I went through the same thing. But since it was my first experience with Death, and the fact it was so much quicker than the heart attack, I did not register any differences in the type of fear that had occurred. Not until now, that is.

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In the presence of my Lord, I smiled with this understanding. A verse immediately came to mind:

 

Matthew 27:46 “About three in the afternoon, Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?).”

 

I lay upon my bed, vaguely aware that my body was slowly recovering from the heart attack. Things, physically, were slowing down. At the same time, it was a vague understanding; as I was being taught, by my Lord, something new.

 

I felt total and utter Peace. I felt complete Love; perfect in every way. And I could, also, feel the potential of His wrath. I knew I wanted no part of it being directed at me, but this thinking is not in the sense we think. It is a different way of thinking.

 

In the state I was in, there were no questions about anything. It’s as though I knew what I needed to know at all times about anything. I can’t explain this beyond that minimizing statement. But it is the only way I know how to convey it to you.

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After the last verse was recalled to my memory, I smiled within His comforting and all-powerful embrace. I thought of the cross. Normally, this brings me to tears of both sadness and joy. But this time, as I imagined my Lord and Savior upon that cross dying, I felt such Love and Peace.

 

There were no tears but only Peace and Joy. Even now as I write this, my eyes water at the thought of Jesus hanging on that cross. What He did for all of us is beyond understanding and measure. God’s Love is absolutely beyond artist measure.

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Unlike now, however, I was not full of tears. I was not sad at all. I was at total peace. My mind envisioned Him upon the cross. I envisioned the Father taking a step back and turning away from His only begotten Son, as Jesus entered the final parts of dying. The Father had to turn away from His Son because Death could not approach without Him doing so.

 

God stepping away from Himself, so Death could approach. Under normal circumstances, I would be bawling uncontrollably from such a thought, but at this moment, I am at such peace. I am full of understanding, as Jesus hands me something I did not see before.

 

Jesus was showing me, when He cried out to the Father on that day, He could feel the Father moving away so Death could make its approach. He was showing me, in His wonderful and glorious way, that He, too, knew what it was like to sit alone within the presence of Death’s approach.

 

After this, the presence of the Lord decreased exponentially. I felt my body in its completeness once again. Immediately, I fell into tears as I understood what had just happened. I cried for quite a while.

 

My heart had sporadic occurrences of fading pain. The sharp pains in my left arm had given way to the numbness of needles like that of it being asleep. My breathing returned to normal and I could breathe deeply once more.

I stood up to go wash myself but had to lie back down. My legs were too weak to carry me. So, I laid there upon my bed for around 30 minutes or so. As I did, I prayed and cried as would be usual for someone else in my situation.

 

The days that would follow, my heart would flutter. This lasted around three days or so. I was uncertain of why Jesus showed me all of this. And because of the fluttering in my heart for days afterward, I thought there might be a chance that I was given enough time to write letters to friends and family. And so I did.

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But then the fluttering stopped. It never returned again. I tore up the letters and continued on with my life. Now, I know why I went through that terrifying yet beautiful experience. It was so I could share this with all of you in this moment in time."

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