My Visit to the Other Side

When I was in fourth grade, our class was reading a book about a boy who needed to give himself insulin injections. One day, the teacher brought in a syringe to pass around the room.

The feeling I had while
there was incredible!
It was warm, pure love.
Absolute bliss.

I didn’t know I was squeamish about needles until that day. It was just an empty syringe with no needle, of course, but my body reacted anyway. As the syringe was steadily getting closer, I accidentally dropped my pen on the floor and leaned down to pick it up, but I never came back up and passed out on the lap of the poor kid sitting next to me.

While out, I was sure I was in Heaven. Or at least on the outskirts of Heaven. I was in a bright light that existed all around me, and there was a male being next to me who I believed to be Jesus. I didn’t see him, but I felt him and knew he was there. He gestured for me to look in the distance.

I looked and saw a large group of people gathering and hugging one another. It was amazing! And there were more people running in from the sides to join them and being greeted and hugged, as well. I wanted to be a part of that group so much! But I couldn’t join them.

The feeling I had while there was incredible! It was warm, pure love. Absolute bliss. That’s the best way I can describe it. A feeling I’ve never had since.

At some point the school nurse was waking me up, and I remember saying “no” and trying to go back where I was. But she woke me up. As I came to, the next thing that happened was the kid in the seat across from me (we had those square desks made of four desks pushed in to face each other) held the syringe out to me and said “It’s your turn.” To this day, that still makes me laugh. Maybe that was a little gift from Spirit to help lighten the mood of being ripped out of such a peaceful place.

From there, my mom took me to get my brain checked out. I had electrodes put on my head, and I remember a test with bright flashing light patterns of different colors. They said it didn’t matter if I kept my eyes closed or open, so I closed them and I think I flinched at each one since they were so bright and shocking. It’s weird trying to close your eyes from something and it still shows up anyway.

Then I remember it must’ve been around Easter because mom got me a chocolate bunny for everything I went through. (There’s another piece of my sugar-addiction puzzle! 😆) It means even more to me knowing that my trip to the other side happened around Easter because it really illustrates the point that we don’t die. Our spirits live on after the transition called death. I now know that the reunion was souls returning home and greeting loved ones in Spirit. I’m so grateful that Spirit let me witness that and experience the feeling of the other side. It helps me know I’m on the right path in doing this mediumship work.

This was such a profound experience in my life that I absolutely believed and always remembered it, but then I heard the theory that your brain might create a place for you to be while you’re dying. So I went most of my life wondering what the truth was.

Thankfully, science tells us that when the brain is dying, it’s not doing anything. There are even examples of people dying on the operating table, their spirits witnessing the doctors and nurses, then reentering their body and telling those people what they were doing during that time. The medical professionals don’t have an explanation for these occurrences because these patients had actually been dead, and dead brains don’t do anything.

Now, there are so many experiences like this and so many scientific studies that I am certain my experience, and the experience of others, is real, and it’s such a relief to finally know that.

Thank you so much for reading my experience. Have you had a near-death experience or visited the other side? I’d love to know about it! Please share in the comments below or contact me directly to share in private.

So much love and blessings to you!! 🤗💖

Tracy