"Tonight I shared with Annie from A-Anon, that Jesus talked directly to me in the tunnel. I was so relieved. She didn't think I was crazy or a heretic! Still, it sounded so arrogant, even to me, to say that He chose to speak to me in person. She asked me how I knew it was Jesus? I could only respond..."I just knew." I long to recreate the experience and how it felt. Life would be much easier if He would talk to me now. I catch myself quietly waiting and straining my ears."
My condition continued to worsen and on July 27th, I threw a blood clot to my right lung. It was discovered that my doctor had not put me on any antibiotic therapy. He had also left a bleeder and my whole abdominal cavity was filled with clots.
I was transported to another hospital that was more equipped to handle my problems. The doctor told me I had less than a 50/50 chance of survival.
My husband had abandoned me for someone else, when I was three months pregnant. I had another child at home who was only three years old. Shortly after arriving in the ICU, I slipped into a deep coma.
The next thing I knew I was inside a tunnel. It was a long tunnel with the brightest white light I had ever seen. I was amazed that the light did not hurt my eyes. I could feel music playing, but I heard no sound.
Just as I was about to walk further into this tunnel, I saw a silhouetted figure round the corner and enter from the other end of the tunnel. I knew immediately that it was Jesus. I just knew it, like someone had opened my head and put that knowledge inside.
I was afraid to speak...but I did not have to say a word. He said in a very quiet and calm way, "You're not thinking right." The minute He said this, I realized that I had been thinking, that I didn't want to live.
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