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By Steve Thomas
05/17/16
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My sneak peak
I didn’t feel or hear the crash, but there was one. I could hear someone calling my name, but my named had been changed. Didn’t they know?
There were no bright lights or loud voices. There were no hearts pounding of mouths. The people kept doing something to someone on that table, and every time they touched him, I felt it. There was no out of body experience where I hovered above the crowd and watched the men and women frantically work to revive me. The one thing I noticed was that there was no sense of time. It was as if time did not matter, and at the point you crossed over, time became irrelevant.

I wondered aloud if my challenges with rush hour traffic were over. Still, there was more for me to understand, and more to l earn. Every once in a while a sharp pain would consume me, and I would attempt to scream out in pain but nothing came out of my mouth. It was only then that it occurred to me that I was someplace between dying and death.
And for just a moment, I thought about what was going on and who would believe me, so I decided to take a selfie. No film!
I expected to see St Peter or another Saint come by and read about my life. But there was no Peter, no scroll, applause, no nothing. There was a throne, and my eyes were incapable of looking into the light. I knew where I was, but wasn’t sure what would happen next. I thought about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane and how much he wanted to avoid being separated from His father. Once upon a time I made a list of all the questions that I would ask once I arrived at eternity. I am not sure what I would do next, but was sure that something in this picture was missing. It was time! . And then, that pain hit me again! I wanted for the pain to go away, and give me an opportunity to walk around heaven. But it seemed like the more I pulled away, the harder that group of people worked. The clock kept switching back and forth from now to eternity, and though I was sure that I would be headed home, the people at that table kept working. The harder they worked, the worse I felt.
I remember what depression looked like and felt like, but I couldn’t feel them anymore. All I could feel was the way a flower feels when it is landed on by a bumblebee. I could feel the gentle caress of a parent soothing a child. I could only taste good; meaning that He must be nearby. Yet standing in the way of me and home was that clock. I knew in my heart that as long as there was time, I was not home. I wanted to cry but as fast as a tear jogged slowly down my cheek, He was there to wash the tears from my eyes. It was at that moment that I knew that I would not be going home. I, just for a moment, let go of eternity. My eyes opened and I focused on my surroundings. There were people crying and laughing, and some checking all the gadgets that were now a part of my body.
What do I remember? I remember that there was no minoring, afternoon or evening, it was just a number of events taking place before my eyes. There was conversation. There were people there who, just like me, were crying because they had to go back. All that I remember is the things I had to forget. Like my selfie!

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