By Howard Storm
Now not on account that Betty Eadie’s Embraced by means of the Light has a private account of a Near-Death adventure (NDE) been so totally various from so much others—or approximately as compelling.
In the thirty years given that Raymond Moody’s Life After Life seemed, a well-recognized trend of NDEs has emerged: without notice floating over one’s personal physique, often in a medical institution surroundings, then a surprising hurtling via a tunnel of sunshine towards a presence of affection. Not so in Howard Storm’s case.
Storm, an avowed atheist, was once waiting for emergency surgical procedure whilst he discovered that he was once at death’s door. hurricane stumbled on himself out of his personal physique, taking a look down at the medical institution room scene less than. subsequent, instead of going “toward the light,” he stumbled on himself being torturously dragged to excruciating nation-states of darkness and loss of life, the place he used to be bodily assaulted via great beings of evil. His description of his natural terror and torture is unnerving in its utter originality and convincing detail.
Finally, drawn clear of demise and transported to the area of heaven, hurricane met angelic beings in addition to the God of construction. during this attention-grabbing account, hurricane tells of his “life review,” his dialog with God, even solutions to age-old questions reminiscent of why the Holocaust was once allowed to happen. hurricane was once despatched again to his physique with a brand new wisdom of the aim of existence right here in the world. This e-book is his message of hope.
"This is a e-book you consume from conceal to hide, and move directly to others. it is a ebook you are going to quote on your day-by-day dialog. hurricane used to be intended to write down it and we have been intended to learn it."
-From the foreward through Anne Rice
As I lay at the floor, my tormentors swarming round me, a voice emerged from my chest. It appeared like my voice, however it wasn’t a considered mine. I didn’t say it. The voice that seemed like my voice, yet wasn’t, stated, “Pray to God.” I take into account pondering, “Why? What a silly proposal. That doesn’t paintings. What a cop-out . . .”
That voice acknowledged it back, “Pray to God!” It was once extra certain this time. I wasn’t convinced what to do. Praying, for me as a toddler, were whatever I had watched adults doing. It was once anything fancy and needed to be performed simply so. i attempted to recollect prayers from my formative years reviews in Sunday university. Prayer used to be anything you memorized. What may possibly I take into account from goodbye in the past? Tentatively, I murmured a line, which used to be a jumble from the Twenty-third Psalm, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” the Lord’s Prayer, the Pledge of Allegiance, and “God Bless America,” and no matter what different churchly sounding words got here to mind.
“Yea, even though I stroll within the valley of the shadow of dying, i'll worry no evil, for thou artwork with me. For red mountain majesty, mine eyes have noticeable the honor of the arriving of the Lord. carry us from evil. One country below God. God Bless America.”
To my amazement, the harsh, cruel beings tearing the lifestyles out of me have been incited to rage via my ragged prayer. It was once as though I have been throwing boiling oil on them. They screamed at me, “There isn't any God! Who do you think that you’re chatting with? no one can pay attention you! Now we're particularly going to harm you.” They spoke within the so much obscene language, worse than any blasphemy stated on the earth. yet while, they have been backing away.
—From My Descent into Death