By Howard Storm
Now not in view that Betty Eadie’s Embraced via the Light has a private account of a Near-Death event (NDE) been so totally diversified from so much others—or approximately as compelling.
In the thirty years in view that Raymond Moody’s Life After Life seemed, a well-known trend of NDEs has emerged: by surprise floating over one’s personal physique, frequently in a sanatorium surroundings, then a unexpected hurtling via a tunnel of sunshine towards a presence of affection. Not so in Howard Storm’s case.
Storm, an avowed atheist, used to be expecting emergency surgical procedure whilst he learned that he used to be at death’s door. typhoon stumbled on himself out of his personal physique, taking a look down at the medical institution room scene under. subsequent, instead of going “toward the light,” he discovered himself being torturously dragged to excruciating nation-states of darkness and dying, the place he was once bodily assaulted via enormous beings of evil. His description of his natural terror and torture is unnerving in its utter originality and convincing detail.
Finally, drawn clear of dying and transported to the area of heaven, typhoon 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 akin to why the Holocaust was once allowed to happen. hurricane used to be despatched again to his physique with a brand new wisdom of the aim of lifestyles the following in the world. This publication is his message of hope.
"This is a booklet you consume from conceal to hide, and go directly to others. this can be a e-book you are going to quote on your day-by-day dialog. typhoon was once intended to put in writing 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 seemed like my voice, however it wasn’t a considered mine. I didn’t say it. The voice that appeared like my voice, yet wasn’t, acknowledged, “Pray to God.” I take into account pondering, “Why? What a silly thought. 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 yes what to do. Praying, for me as a toddler, have been anything I had watched adults doing. It used to be anything fancy and needed to be performed in order that. i attempted to recollect prayers from my early life reports in Sunday institution. Prayer used to be whatever you memorized. What may possibly I have in mind from see you later in the past? Tentatively, I murmured a line, which was once 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, although I stroll within the valley of the shadow of demise, i'm going to worry no evil, for thou paintings with me. For crimson mountain majesty, mine eyes have visible the dignity of the arriving of the Lord. carry us from evil. One country lower than 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 is not any God! Who do you think that you’re chatting with? no one can pay attention you! Now we're rather going to harm you.” They spoke within the so much obscene language, worse than any blasphemy acknowledged on the earth. yet while, they have been backing away.
—From My Descent into Death