I Almost Died, But Came Back!

About Me!

My name is Billy Dee. I am 60 years old and holding! Ha! Ha! I am married to a wonderful and loving Christian wife of almost 36 years. That really says something in the age we are living in today, with the growing numbers of people living together before marriage, along with the rising divorce rate. I am a born again Christian TV producer/director/entertain- er. Although I am disabled due to a deteriorating spine over the past two or more decades, I have been only been able to work in the show business field off and on, due to my spine. Show biz has been one of my life long loves. In the past 14 years since I got into show biz, I had my own Christian TV broadcast of a variety of wholesome, family, moral and Christian programs for about 5 years all total during the 1990s and in 2004. With my worsening spine, I have been able to produce a few DVD music videos for top music performers. I also own and operate the “only” official “Jim Varney Tribute & Fan Site” on the world wide web. Many of you have probably seen the “Ernest” movies. “Ernest Goes To Camp” “Ernest Goes To Jail”, only to name just a few of several of the Ernest movies that were very popular in 80s and 90s. The web site carries a strong Christian message, as Jim Varney was a born again Christian. Better to visit the site and take in all the reading, photo’s and information and story of Jim’s life. The Internet address is “jimvarney.org”. Oh, and do leave a message in my guest book. Guaranteed, you will both love it, and laugh your sides out! Prior to getting into show biz, I was an office machine service repair technician for over 20 years. I forgot to mention that I have three children, all grown up, and one in heaven. All my kids are out of the nest, and between the ages of 29 and 35. My wife Sharon and I live in a mobile home in Southern Wisconsin, along with our little friend, “Lady”, our little doggy. We really love the little rascal, as she makes our home complete. Having Lady, it is like having an adopted child. Keeps us on our feet, and we love it.

My Faith In God Was Shipwrecked!

As much as I wanted to believe that God could forgive me, I just kept on loosing more and more ground, as well as I could not forgive myself of the past and all it’s sins. On May 23rd of 2006, that all came to an end through extraordinary events where I met with the king of kings, Jesus Christ Himself. A day before May 23rd, the day of my M.R.I. test, I had spoken with my pastor and told him that I wanted to go home, and to be with Jesus, as I could not go on any further. Along with severe daily pain in my body, and the incredible emotional pain and depression (which was caused by the weight of my past sins, and often because of the physical pain in my spine, and not feeling the love of Jesus any more), was just more then I could take any longer. I truly wanted to die and not just be out of physical pain, but also out of all the deep emotional pain. I would like to add a little about the past sins that had weighed me down for years. When I was a young man, I was into crime, prisons, jails, alcoholism, drug addiction, gangs, fights,and alot more. Even though I was saved in 1972 of Jesus, the memories of those years prior, had haunted me for over three decades, as well as I could not accept that God had fully forgiven me, or could I even forgive myself.

God is a God of miracles, Little did I know that God had a plan to save my life, and change me in many new ways. I had to almost die or leave my body (which as I see it, I was close to death), and God did that to get my attention, and wake me up! God actually shot me through and through with His supernatural power of His love. All of it! Since that day that I almost died, I keep asking myself, why me? Why did God choose to give me such an experience and a miracle? Out of all the millions of people in the world, why me?

The M.R.I. Test!

My story is not a story, but a true event about Jesus and His love. This book is also abut the over 34 years that I lived with not being able to truly find and believe Jesus forgiveness of my past sins. Even though I was born again in 1972, I had bounced back and fourth in my faith and walk with Jesus. I was one of those that would continually backslide into some of my old sins. I just never seemed to get with the program (a way to explain it). I had claimed to be of Jesus and to be born again, but I lived and often phoney life, and ended up with my faith shipwrecked.

Tuesday afternoon on May 23rd, my wife took me to a 1:00 PM appointment at the Veteran’s Memorial hospital to have an M.R.I. The M.R.I. is a machine where a person lays down on a sliding table that goes into a tube, into the machine. The M.R.I. then takes hi-resolution pictures of a person’s body, and in my case, of my spine. At approximately 1:15 PM the doctor administered an injection of a combination of drugs that were to put me to sleep. The sedative part of the injection as I was told would make me sleep while in the tube. Not every one who goes through the test has to be sedated. As I am claustrophobic, and have had some very stressful and painful experiences in the past with the test, I am just not able to go into the tube without being sedated. The doctor informed me that I would not need a throat tube or any oxygen while being put out. He also told me the test would take roughly 20 to 30 minutes to complete. I would awake without any problems. But that did not happen right away as I was led to believe. In fact, I did not awake until 3 to over 3 and 1/2 hours later. Almost immediately after I sat down on the sliding table, the doctor injected me with the drugs, and within a a half minute I was going under, while I was still sitting on the table. I do remember seeing the clock on the wall which read 1:15 PM just before I went under. Later to find out that something had gone very wrong!

Was I Dead Or Dying!

Just as soon as the full realization hit me that Jesus was there, I began to ask Him questions. I didn’t know at that time that He was actually going to answer me, and my questions. It was more then enough to realize and know that Jesus Christ presence was actually there. The first question that I asked Jesus, is why I felt the way I did, not feeling the pressures of life, and the emotional and physical pain I was constantly in from one degree of it, to another, and why I was feeling a serenity? Then it happened. I had no idea that I was about to actually hear the voice of Jesus Christ Himself. I am sorry, but I cannot find all the appropriate words to truly and completely describe the very first time I have ever heard the voice of Jesus. Can anyone possibly even imagine hearing audibly the voice of God? The answer is obviously, no! I do believe there are people in the world that have heard the voice of God/Jesus. But I am sure to say, there have been only but a few. I still cannot get over hearing HIS voice. And I know I will never, ever get over hearing that awesome voice of Jesus Christ. I will cherish the memory of having the privilege of which so few have ever received from God.

Jesus answered my question, and told me the reason I felt no physical pain, and no weight of life’s worries, confusions, sins, and stress, because I was away from the world and it’’s effects. And away from sin, and because I was not in my fleshly body. Praise His most precious and wonderful name! Jesus showed me that the world has come to the worst condition of sin, evil and wickedness then has ever been since He created this world. Can you imagine that? In other words, we have surpassed the worst of sins, and many of our cities in the world, have gotten so evil and wicked, that many of them, their sins are greater then such ancient cities of wickedness, as those like Sodom and Gomorah. And to realize this world has surpassed the time of Noah, in that great time of sin, is almost unbelievable, or is it? It staggered my soul to hear Jesus tell me that this world's sin has has gone beyond worst sin since the creation of humandkind!

Jesus continued on to explain to me that He has to come back sooner to the world to deal mightily with it. His actual words, and I remember them clearly, were these. “I am coming back sooner!” Glory to God! I was startled and shocked when Jesus said that to me in His voice, sooner! Jesus made it clear to me that because of the great sin in the world, and the condition of the world being the worst since He created man, is that He has speeded up His schedule of coming back. I felt almost paralyzed with awe, and fear of God after hearing that from Him. To know that Jesus has speeded up his time clock to return earlier then He originally planned on coming, is more then I can possibly comprehend. Other then, I know now without a shadow of a doubt, Jesus is coming back, and He is coming back to deal the world a death blow to sin. And He is coming back to take away and off of the world, HIS own. Those who love Him, and are born again, will go with Him when He comes back. That after that is done, the Holy Spirit of God will then be taken away from the world. When that happens, sin will be greater then anyone can imagine. Those remaining, will live in a world where sin has complete and total control. Horrible! I feel strongly to say, like never before, Jesus is coming back soon! And I believe now more then I ever have, that Jesus is returning, possibly within my life time. And I am 60 years old. I feel very strangely assured that I may be alive to see the return of Jesus Christ. Glory to God! Jesus was extremely saddened in his voice when He told me that He is coming back sooner! I could not only hear the pain in His voice, but also the deep sadness as well. The actual voice of God, Jesus, is like something I have never heard before in my entire life. His voice is the most beautiful, powerful, and kind voice I have ever heard, or will ever hear, until I go to Jesus again, in heaven.

Now here comes the hardest part of trying to explain to the readers. I did hear Jesus speaking audibly as I would hear anyone talk in life. But that His voice was very different. He not only spoke audibly, but also His words went into my soul. And that His voice was amplified, and much clearer then any voices a I have heard here on this world. This may sound strange, but I could not help but feel that as He spoke, His voice was like it was alive! There is no way I could even begin to explain that, other then, His voice was like it was actually alive. It was just simply amazing! It is to very difficult to even begin to find the words to use to explain it all. I don’t think there are any words in the human language that would or could even come close to describing His voice. But that I heard Jesus more clearer then people in the world, in their human bodies could hear, and with their human ears could hear. Jesus voice is as I said, is beautiful, as well as powerful, kind, loving, gentle, and very masculine. After Jesus had stated that He was coming sooner, I had for a moment felt that perhaps I should ask Him if I could go to heaven and not return to my body and the earth. But later, I told Jesus that I wanted to go home, because I loved my dear wife, and wanted so badly to be with her. I will explain more of that later on.

I realize now there is only one way to make it in the world, in life, and to keep ones sanity, as well as to keep ones faith, and spirituality is that we must love Jesus and with all our hearts and our souls, as there is no other way to make it. In fact I learned from Jesus that He wants us to be completely and totally in love with Him. I asked Jesus another very important question, and one that has bothered me since I was 12 years old. I saw on TV a special program on the Holocaust in Germany in world war two. I couldn’t believe my eyes at seeing all the old film clips from that era of the concentration camps, and all the dead and dying people. I have never been able to understand why a loving God would permit such an atrocity to happen, and why He did not intervene, and had done nothing to stop the murdering of millions of innocent people. I got my answer from Him. He told me, and with deep pain in His voice. (And this is the actually words that He spoke to me. “I cannot help those who will not accept me or believe in me. I will hear them and help them if they will believe in me, and accept me as their Lord and saviour.” What Jesus said to me was clear, that if people will not believe in Him as Lord and Saviour, and not ask Him to help them, HE cannot do anything for them. His hands are tied. And that all those children that also died in the holocaust, (the ones that were not at the age of accountability of God. Meaning, that until a child reaches the age where she or he realizes there is a God, and that they first feel that they need to find Him or believe in Him), that those children killed in the hollocaust had not perished, but went straight to heaven. Those children until the age of accountability were and are protected, and simply explained, automatically saved and will go to heaven. But those beyond the age of accountability, had perished, and had not gone to be with God/Jesus. God does not force anyone to believe in Him, and accept Him as their savior. He will never, ever do that! The decision of knowing Jesus, and accepting Him into a person's life, is when God has been given the green light to be in that person's life in His spirit, the "Holy Ghost". When I had first left my body, I was at that time almost sure I had died. But it was a bit later, when I then realized I had left my body, and that I also realized my body was dying, had it not been for the intervention of God and to had sent me back into my body, I know I would have died. I knew in my being that when I first realized that Jesus was there with me in that dark space, that could have very well been the time that I was there to see if I would be going with Jesus to heaven or not. But as I alread said, I later found out I was to go back into my body. I remember one of the first realizations after leaving my body, I had for a moment thought it was my judgment day.

I became again very worried, the way I had been when I had first arrived. Perhaps panic is a better word to use of just how I felt. I spoke out to Him and said to Him, “I have sin in my life, and shortcomings!” I almost yelled those words out to Him. But then I suddenly stopped and asked Him a question that I needed to hear from Him more then anything else. “Jesus, do you love me? Please, I have to know if you really do love me?” Then, in His most beautiful and wonderful voice, He spoke to me these words. I love you very much!” He never once said a thing about my shortcomings, nothing! He was only interested in getting me to believe one thing from Him, and that is that He loved me. I knew that I was saved and born again, but that I knew that I was condemning myself for being so weak and not believing in His forgiveness and His love, that I had done for so many years.

I feel it is very important to explain this again. I did have sort of a love for Jesus, but not the kind of love that He wants and needs. I discovered a key in my miracle experience with Jesus, and that the key to knowing, loving Jesus, is having total faith in Him, that we need to give Him 100% of our love. Not some of it. Not part of it. But ALL of it! Loving Jesus with all of our heart and soul is the key to everything, including being born again and walking with Jesus. The word of God says this, (I will paraphrase that word). Faith comes by hearing, and hearing the word of God. But I also believe now, that faith (and I am talking about a powerful faith), comes by loving Jesus/God 100%. Getting back to when I asked Jesus if He loved me? I just could not believe it. I wanted to, so badly, but I just could not believe it. Even after hearing His voice telling me that He loved me. Well, Jesus had more in store for me, and soon I would know 100% that He did and does love me, but in a most powerful and supernatural way, and through an awesome event, that defies description. But before I explain all that, I had seen a glimpse of Jesus.

Jesus Appeared

During my entire experience, mostly, Jesus spoke with me, as well as I had spoken to him several times. When I was asking Jesus if He loved me, I saw the countenance of Christ appear to my right. Jesus appeared in my peripheral vision. Which means, I saw him out of the corner of my eye to the right of my being. I did not seem directly as I was not allowed to look upon Him directly. I could make out that He had long beautiful brown hair, a dark face, and somewhat rugged in appearance. His appearance was unlike anything I had ever seen in many of the artists concepts of how Jesus looks. I also saw a brilliant white light around Him. I only saw Him but for a short period of time, before His visual appearance just vanished. The next day after my experience, it came to me that no one has seen God, other then, Moses, who only saw His backside. God had held his hand over Moses eyes, as he passed by Moses. And as soon as God had passed by Him, God removed His hand, so Moses could see the back side of God Himself. So I knew then why I was not allowed to look directly at Jesus/God.

I felt as if I was in ecstasy with that short glimpse of seeing Jesus/God! I kept saying to myself, why me? Why me? Out of all the millions of people in the world, why was I chosen or allowed to look upon the King of Kings Himself? But that I was allowed to see Him, even if indirectly. I count myself as one of the few fortunates, to have even been able not only to see Him, but to hear His voice and be able to actually have spoken to Him. I will be ever grateful for such and incredible, awesome blessing, and the ecstasy of it all. I will undoubtedly carry this miracle experience through the rest of my life. I have been with Jesus Christ, and I have spoken to him, and heard His own voice, as well as He had spoken to me. Can you possibly even begin to imagine the experience? I can’t get over it, or will I ever get over it.

Brilliant Red Orb Of Jesus Love Appears!

After Jesus had told me that He loved me very much, as I mentioned before, I just could not accept it. Right after Jesus had told me He loved me, I was standing in front of a huge and brilliant red orb. I would say that it was at least 300 to 500 or more across. The color was of a red of a kind that I have never seen the likes of before in life. The outer rim of the orb was a brilliant red-orange color, that too, I had never seen the likes of it ever. To be more detailed about the orb, it was an oval shaped orb. As I looked upon the orb, the orange red edge of the orb was pulsating with rays. The best way to describe it, is it was like sun rays pulsating all around it. It was very awesome to look upon it, as it also appeared to be surging. And I have to say the brilliant red color appeared as the color of blood, which I believed was to signify the blood of Jesus Christ. As I was looking upon it for some moments, I saw some of the rays pulsating more then the others, and some of the rays reaching out further then the others. When all of a sudden, a ray from the orb shot out directly towards me, and then went right through my being.

Ecstasy went through me again, but a more powerful. I called out to Jesus again, “Do you love me?” Then again, another ray of power shot out of the orb, and again went right through my being, and more powerful then then before. I could see the power rays when they launched off towards me. They appeared to be perfectly straight, and shaped light a powerful light beam that some of us have seen from a sea cost light house. But those rays were wider at the source (from the orb), and narrowed down as they reached me, and through me. The second power ray surge was more powerful then the first. I recall that I was hit 2 or 3 times with those power rays. But it was the second or possibly the third time I was shot through, that the excstacy included love, and love from and of Jesus Himself. That power surge that went through me, I have yet to be able to describe the exstacy and the love of Jesus that was in it, and that went through me, and that flooded every part of my being (to add this. My being, is my soul). It felt like it was 100% solid love of Jesus. And I am convinced, it was 100% ALL of Jesus love! The final ray of the power of Jesus/God love, shot through me so powerfully, that I felt like my being gasping from the experience. When that power surge hit, and after feeling that indescribable combination of total ecstasy and the full 100% power of Jesus/God love, I yelled out, “Yes, I know you love me! I know you love me, Jesus, and I know that you have forgiven me of of all of my past sins, and that I have finally forgiven myself. Oh, glory to God, Glory to God”. I cried like a baby, as I was yelling out those words to Jesus/God. I am just another Christian, but one who was blessed with a great experience that is not given out to many. I don’t understand it all yet. I learned, experienced, and knew quite a bit after leaving my body. I know I am learning more after coming back into my body, as the days in my life go on. I realize as well that I have a lot more to learn of what God has told me, shown me, done for me, allowed me to experience, and planned for me.

Coming Back Into My Body

There were a series of events that took place while I was coming back into my body. After the power beams of Jesus love stopped, I had kept on crying and praising and thanking God. I realized at that point that all my sins, and all those many years of the deep unending pain and heartache and depression (which for years I suffered greatly with depression) were all taken away. None of it was left. Not one speck of it! I am 100% free for the first time in my life since I had been a child. It is most awesome and incredible realization of finally being free of those years of deep depression. The next thing I recall, I turned around to look behind me, and below me, and saw my home. I looked down through the roof into the living room area, and the view was as clear and vivid as it was if I was there. I called out to Jesus, and told Him I wanted to go home. “Jesus, I want to go home and be with my wife that I love so much”. I also said, “I want to be with her and tell her everything that has happened to me, and about your powerful love”. I also spoke out to Him, "I want to share your love with everyone, so that they know you are truly real, and so that they may believe in you. Almost immediately, I was being pulled backwards and downwards, towards my body. But as I started going back, and then slowly into my body, I felt the physical pain return, that I had lived with for many years, as well as nausea from the strong sedative injection that I had been given before I left my body.

When I was out of my body, all the physical pain, and the heartache, concerns and worries and pressures of earthly life were gone. Completely gone! I had been in a state of total serenity, and at times, ecstasy. But then to return to my body, was an incredible rush and change, and it almost felt like a shock to my mind. At one point when I was out of my body and with Jesus, I had almost wanted to ask Jesus if I could go with Him to heaven. I really did want to go, but only for a short period of time. But I had quickly changed my mind because of (as I mentioned before) loving my wife, and wanting not only to share my experience with her, but to also share with anybody and everybody that Jesus and his awesome, amazing, truly incredible love is real! As I was being pulled more and more back into my body, I could once again see geometric shapes with parts of the medical people that I had seen in the same manner when I first started to leave my body in the beggining materializing. I could once again hear the loud humming and clunking sounds of the M.R.I. machine. In regards to explaining the geometric shapes. As I mentioned earlier those shapes contained the medical people that were in the M.R.I. test room. When I first began to leave my body, I started to ascend slowly up. Keep in mind, as I try to explain this in detail, that I was in the M.R.I. tube. When a person is inside the tube, you are only able to see anything in front of you, (if at all). Laying down on the slidding table, flat. I was in the newest and latest M.R.I. machine. Unlike the older ones, you could not see anything, or perhaps very, very little down the tube to the openening, and then see only a small area if that. The old M.R.I. tubes were a lot longer then the new ones are. Although, I don't recall at all going into the tube, as I had already fell completely asleep before I went in the tube. And as I mentioned earlier, I had gone under the sedative while I was still sitting up on the table. Getting back to the sequence of events when I first started leaving my body. As I started to leave my body, and was ascending up out of the tube, I could then see the medical people that were standing around the machine. And as I slowly rose, geometric shapes started to form, (like large blocks, but in this case, they were all unevenly shaped, and some of them had 5 sides to them), the geometric shapes began to separate. Between the separating shapes, was black, like outer space black. The shapes kept spreading apart further and further, as well as I kept rising up further and further. The shapes slowly drifted to the left and right, until, they had vanished from my sight, and I was then in total darkness,(black). The same process repeated itself upon my returning to my body, with the difference of course, being, that I descended into my body, and the shapes came together with the people in them, (as well as the room, the machine, etc.) One thing I recall when leaving my body and returning, is that at one point when the shapes had begun to separate, the medical people just stopped moving. They appeared to be frozen. Everything stopped moving, both upon my leaving my body and coming back into it. It was if time had stopped! It was just incredible to see and experience. In coming back to my body, it was just the opposite, where when the shapes had come together, time went back to normal, and everyone just instantly all began to move again. That is the best way that I can I can explain it. There was a momentary gap, after I had come back into my body. After coming back, and seeing the medical people moving again, the very next thing I recall and from there on in, was being wheeled down a hall on a hospital bed, extremely weak, and barely unable to move. I had oxygen tubes in my nose, and an I.V. in my hand, attached to a bag of saline, and I think some other drugs? I had found out later (after I came out of the ICU, Intensive Care Unit room) that I had been in the M.R.I. room, at least 2 and 1/2 hours, to 3 or more hours. I do recall a seeing the time on a clock in the ICU room, and that I spent roughly 20 to 30 minutes recovering, before I was able to leave, and go home. Normally as I was told by the doctor, that the test would take only 20 to 30 minutes. In my case, I found out that it took from 1:15 PM to between 3:15 PM to 4:15 PM. The doctor later told me that the test took longer (45 minutes), because they did a complete scan of my entire spine. And that I was in the ICU room for roughly 15 to 20 minutes (I saw the clock on the ICU room wall. But that still does not account for another one to almost two more hours? My wife later told me that she was told by a nurse in the waiting room that I had come out of the test, and was done, (which was then after 4:15 PM). My wife remembers that she had looked at the clock in the waiting room when the nurse had informed her of my being finished. It was around 4:15 PM. It is obvious to know and realize that something did go wrong. I know I mentioned this before, but this important to bring up again. Before I went under the sedatives, and into the M.R.I. machine, the doctor who was present with me at that time told me that I would not need oxygen or a throat tube, like is mandatory with surgeries. And that I was only to take a long nap and wake up right after it was all over. But that is not what happened. Something did wrong, very wrong. While I was being wheeled in the hospital bed down the hall to the ICU room for recovery, I kept saying to the medical people around me, who were walking with me around the bed, and only whispers (as I could not talk due to being in such a weakened physical state), I couldn’t stop saying these words to them, as I was trying not to cry, although tears filled my eyes, “Jesus Loves me! Jesus loves everyone! You have no idea at all how real Jesus is! You don’t realize that He is real! You just don’t realize how real Jesus is! I have spoken with Him and seen Him! He is real! He is real! The doctor who had given me the I.V. injection of those sedatives and drugs was closest to my bed as we went down the hall. I remember at one point as I was trying to tell all of them about Jesus, he had leaned closer to the bed to hear what I was saying. I also recall him telling the others to listen, and see what I was trying to say. I knew there was great concern by the several of the medical people that were walking along side the bed that I was being wheeled down the hall on. I don’t think they really knew that I could hear a lot of what they were saying, as I was so weak, and still out of it from the sedatives. But I heard clearly some of their concerns verbally! It is important that I mention those concerns at this point, as a few days later when I phoned the hospital to ask them how I came through the test, they said it went fine. No, It did not go fine, and I am convinced that they know that it did not. And I am convinced they are not talking about what wrong, out of fear of getting into legal litigation in a liability suit. There is just no other reason that I can come up with for them not telling me all the facts. I do intend to secure my medical records, and if need be, and to consider contacting an attorney have an attorney get the records subpoenaed, if the hospital refuses to give me copies of those medical records, or if I get the records, and they show little to nothing in them about what happened. Now getting back to what some of the medical people who were walking along side the hospital bed that I was in while being wheeled down the hall to the ICU room. I recall one of the nurses saying something to this effect. “Keep him awake!” As she spoke those words, she not only sounded very concerned, but her face showed deep concern and worry. I recall hearing from a few others (although I don’t recall seeing who made the statements), words to the effect of their overt concern of my being kept awake. I recall everyone of those medical people in that hall with me, on the way to the ICU room, as all being very concerned, and quite worried. They were rushing my gurney as fast as they could to the ICU room? There are so many sequences of action, words and overt concern that has proven to me even more that something had gone wrong, and thier extremely concerned and worried looks on their faces, was enough of a "give a way" to add to what I already knew, and what I went through, that I had come through a very serious situation, and no one is or has said anything about it to me? When I finally arrived at the ICU room, within a few minutes the doctor who had been with me, had come into the room to see me. As he walked through the door, he said, “I heard you had a good experience!” I was still very weak and woozy yet. And I had told him that I had a wonderful experience. I also asked him how did I come through the test? He told me it was okay. He really didn’t tell me a lot, other then making that simple statement, and not a another word. I am not trying to make anything out of more then what has happened, but, there is no doubt in my mind that he was not aware of the fact, that surely I would eventually put everything together and realize a test that takes only 30 to 60 minutes, does not take 3 hours or more, and that I would obviously want some explanation? The doctor came over to my bed and held my hand, and I kept saying to him, “Jesus love me! Jesus loves you and everyone, and most of you don’t even realize it I also told Him that Jesus had forgiven me. I could see in that doctor’s eyes as he held my hand, that he was really listening, and very concerned, and appeared to be taking what I said to him, very seriously. I don’t know for sure if he believed me or not. But I do know this. After I had stopped talking to him about Jesus, he continued to hold my hand for at least a minute or two, and staring deeply into my eyes. Then he removed his hand from mine, and said this, “thank you very much for telling me what you experienced”. And then he just turned and slowly walked out of the room. It does excite me to hope that what I said just may have gone into his heart, and made him think, and maybe for the first time, that there really is a God,if he does not believe in God, or there is one. I say this, because the doctor is an Indian from India. India is a country where it only has something like five percent Christian population, and the other ninety five percent are mostly Hindu or other false and Pagan religions. I must remember to keep that doctor in prayer. But I do know this, he really wanted to know what happened, and when I told him, he just stood there with eyes wide open, and holding my hand for a long time. Those of you reading this short book, please keep that doctor in your prayers. Now, getting back to when I was in the ICU room. Another strange thing, is that I was the only bed and the only person in that ICU room. And that I had two nurses constantly monitoring my life signs (vitals. They were continually taking my blood pressure, as well as monitoring my oxygen and watching the heart monitor every minute. They also had extremely concerned looks on their faces as well. I am a very observant person, and always have been. I remember asking several times for my wife to be with me in the room. They refused to do that, and gave me the explanation because the room was a sterile area. That was an odd reason, because neither of the two nurses were wearing any sterile type clothing. No sterile gloves, or face masks. From what I recall, they were wearing their usual nurses dress apparel. Besides the door to the ICU room which was right in front of me was wide open, with people constantly walking back and fourth in the hall going by the open door. My wife told me later that day, that she had really been worried, as the 30 to 60 minute test stretched out into hours. Sharon also told me that after 4:00 PM, and while she was praying for me (as she said she sensed deeply that something was very wrong), she had a deep sense or feeling that something was wrong, and that I had died. Sharon told me later, that when she had thought that, it just didn’t make any sense to her. I have been through several surgeries of which some of them were very serious. My wife has never, ever felt at any time during any or all the surgeries I went through, that I would die, or had died. Sharon is a very strong Christian lady. Her faith is rock solid. And I am not just saying that because she is my wife, and I love her deeply. She is one of the type of Christians that absolutely stands 100% on faith in God. And there is no room or place for any discussion with her, when it comes to questioning her faith and belief in God. In all the 30 years since she has been saved, I have never known her even once to doubt God, or to doubt faith at all. Never!

Set Free!

So much happened to me when I met Jesus that day. Although I seriously believe that I was actually over dosed with the sedatives and possibly other drugs that were injected into my I.V., and endangered my life, where I could have died, that Jesus did not let that happen, as Jesus had a plan. His plan was to have me meet him so He could set free me of almost life long, deep hurts, heartaches,depressin as well as the painful memories of past sins that still haunted me,that were driving me to the place where I was giving up all hope on my life. Never have I none such peace and joy in my life that I have today, never! I still have everyday concerns and worries just like anyone else. But now, instead of living in pit of depression, hopelessness, unforgiveness, guilt and shame, I am living in what seems to be in a changed soul, one that is clean and happy, and has hope, new hope! After we had come home from the hospital and the test, I told my wife the complete account. She was crying with joy and praising God as I was, and have been ever since. My wife admitted to me that she knew what had happened to me had truly happened, and that is was for a purpose. It was real! I sincerely hope that my experience and miracle story has been a blessing to all those who have read this book. The reasons that I did not quote Jesus in some of His actual words and statements that He spoke to me, is because I didn’t want to misquote His words. So in In instances I paraphrased what Jesus spoke to me. But I can tell you this, Jesus and I did have actual and verbal conversations. And Jesus did answer the questions I had presented to him. I just didn’t think my questions in my mind to him. I spoke them aloud to Him. The reason I have gone over explaining how Jesus actually talked to me, and answered several questions, is also due to the fact that I am still just in awe that Jesus Christ, the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings, Jesus/God, actually spoke to me, as well as we had conversations. It still does, and I know for the rest of my life, it will continue to leave me in a state of awe and even shock, that I have not only spoken to Him, but He spoke to me. I just don’t have the words to express how this has effected me, or do I have all the words to fully explain the experience. Let me put it another way. Just for a moment, close your eyes, and if you can, try to possibly imagine talking to Jesus Christ and hearing him audibly speaking to you. The human mind cannot grasp but perhaps a tiny bit of the awesome reality of actually talking to the creator. Your creator, my creator! This whole experience has been like a thousand pounds has been lifted off of me, and I am seeing through new eyes. In fact, this may sound a bit odd. My senses for the first two days since my experience, was incredibly increased. I can’t really explain why, other then I believe that for the time I was out of my body, and with Jesus, and after receiving several power surges of God’s power, that after I had come back I still had left over remnants of that extraordinary power, and even lingering in my human body. My hearing during those two days, was so sensitive, sharp and acute, that when I had gone to the store the following day after my experience, I was just mystified by it, as I could hear people talking clearly from great distances around me. My eye sight was so acute, that colors were more glorious and vivid. At times, I would just stop and stare at whatever I was looking at, whether at home or in a store, or being outside looking at the sky, trees, landscape and the beautiful bluffs around us. It was like I was seeing it all, God’s creation for the first time, and perhaps as a child would see it for the first time. Often, for the first two days, while driving my truck through the country where we live, I would just start to cry uncontrollably from the sights of God’s nature. I just can’t put it into words. Another very incredible thing, is that while I still had God’s power lingering in my being. It wasn’t like it was when I was out of my body, but I had a small percentage of some of that power in my being, and still effecting me. Those of you who believe in the Baptism of the Holy Ghost, and the gifts of the Holy Spirit, and that the spirit at times, really manifests it’s power, then have a some understanding of what I am talking about. But the power of God’s spirit that I had, was much greater then that, and was continuous for two days. Although, my hearing, eye sight, touch, etc., have leveled off back to normal, I still feel that extra power of the Holy Spirit most of the day, and 24/7. Truly! Usually, it takes me about an hour after I get up in the morning, that the Holy Spirit hits me, and is with me the rest of the day. I don’t know how long this will last. But I really hope that it would last for the rest of my life, the way it has been since my experience. Wow!

Jesus had told me in His words, that the sin, wickedness, evil is the “worst” it has ever been since He created man! We have a war going on right now, and God is preparing us to help win that war. I sincerely hope and pray that this book or booklet has touched you, moved you, and or even changed your life. I believe that many of those who have read and will be reading this booklet, will have their lives changed. I have no doubts about it, none at all. Pass the booklet on to another to read and see the power of God, and see the reality of a real and living Jesus Christ. At the end of this booklet, I gave my name and address for those wishing to have more copies. The booklet is free (as it is not being sold in any stores). But all I ask, is that anyone asking for a copy of more copies, I would appreciate a donation, so I can continue to make more copies to give out to anyone and everyone. A well known Christian named, “Corrie TenBoom” who is well known for a book she wrote, called, “The Hiding Place”, which also became a major movie. She had hidden Jews in her home during the time of the Holocaust where millions of Jews were exterminated, when Adolph Hitler and his Nazi party ruled Germany during the 30s and 40s. Corry stated in her book these words, “There is no pit so deep, that Jesus is not deeper still. IHMS

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By

Billy Dee

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