A Child’s Near Death Experience


This story was forwarded to me through email. I almost didn’t read it. But I’m glad I did.

You might not believe the story. I choose to believe it as real. I know these things happen. My experiences with people over the years proves to me that there is life after death, as well as near death experiences. And my connections with today’s children only strengthen my belief in this type of situation. I share it with you now:

DAD’ S STORY

On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC , for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representative immediately.

I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.

When I got off the plane, a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, “Mr.Glenn, there is an emergency at your home . I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.”

My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.

By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.

The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.

Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.

Finally at two o’clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.. He said, “Daddy hold me” and he reached for me with his little arms.

By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, when we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.

In the days that followed, there was a special spirit about our home . Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.

The story is not over (smile)!

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, “Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you.” At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.

“Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you but you couldn’t hear me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the ‘ birdies ‘ came.”

“The birdies?” my wife asked puzzled.

“Yes,” he replied. “The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.”

“They did?”

“Yes,” he said. “One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you. “I got stuck under the door.” A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as “birdies” because they were up in the air like birds that fly. “What did the birdies look like?” she asked.

Brian answered, “They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Yes,” he answered. “They told me the baby would be all right.”

“The baby?” my wife asked confused.

Brian answered. “The baby laying on the garage floor.” He went on, “You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.”

My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian’s body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, “Don’t leave us Brian, please stay if you can.” As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form. “Then what happened?” she asked.

“We went on a trip,” he said, “far, far away.” He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn’t seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.

“We flew so fast up in the air. They’re so pretty Mommy,” he added. “And there are lots and lots of birdies.” My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the “birdies” had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the “birdies.” He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour.

He taught us that “birdies” were always with us, but we don’t see them because we look with our eyes and we don’t hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, “I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.”

In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.

Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the “birdies.” Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.

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Children Seeing Sparkles


Does your child see sparkles?

I get so many great questions, either while lecturing and conducting workshops, or through phone conversations and emails. They are so important to everyone, that I’ve decided to start posting some of them that I thought would be of benefit to my readers. 

The following is the answer to a question send to me from a woman searching the internet for information about what her young daughter was seeing: Sparkles.

I thought this blog would be a great way for many people to gain from one person’s question. By presenting the email to you along with the answer I provided, I have chosen to change names and some circumstances just to keep anonymity. The woman who contacted me, “Karen” has given permission to share this information with you. And I send my heartfelt thanks and best wishes to her and her sweet family.

EMAIL:

Subject: Hello!
Date: Wed, 26 May 2010 18:11:18 +0000

Hi there!

I hope you don’t mind my sending this email to you. I found your name on Google while trying to research “sparkles” that my 7 year old sees.

She has been seeing “sparkles” since she first told me about them when she was only 2. She was trying to catch them…jumping up, etc. with her hand opening and closing.

I have asked her for a few years now various questions regarding these sparkles.
She sees thousands of them…all different colors….all the time. Day, night, light, dark, etc. All the time.

She is amazed that I cannot see them. She assumed for a few years that everyone could. Her siblings are teenagers and she doesn’t talk about them as freely with them, since they are skeptical about her seeing the sparkles.

She answers all my questions, freely. I did have her eyes/vision tested and they were fine. I asked her pediatrician and he said she was playing. Kind of an imaginary friend.

If I hold my open hand out, she said they go on my hand. There aren’t any “bad” ones, except she doesn’t seem to like the small black one she sometimes sees. She said they are just round and look like sparkles. They don’t talk, they aren’t “people”.

Can you help explain to me, PLEASE, what she could be seeing. Is this good or bad for her? Are they auras? They seem to be in rooms, but not “on” people, so that puzzles me. Not stronger or lighter on people, just around…everywhere.

My husband is also a skeptic, so I’m not sure what to do. I certainly don’t want to tell her anything to scare her, so PLEASE let me know if you can help me out here with what you think may be happening.

Thank you sooooo much for your time!
Karen

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ANSWER:

Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 20:04:18 -0400

Hi Karen~

Thank you so much for connecting with me. I certainly hope I can bring some resolve to you.

First of all, I feel you are very blessed to have a daughter who is open and sharing with the things she sees or witnesses. I know she is eight now, but as a two year old, she could not possibly make up something like that. Her natural responses to the phenomena is proof enough to me that it is real.

But besides that, I have known other children who see or hear or feel things other than the normal physical things we are comfortable experiencing. It is important to realize that we are all spirits. We are spirits who are really living in a physical body, experiencing the earth plane, or third dimension. Then you start to open to other possibilites. We actually are limited in many ways by our physical bodies!

Have you ever tried to walk through an open door, only to bump into the side of the frame with your hip or shoulder? That is because the true self (spirit being) saw no limitation. But the physical body really is limited by the physical doorway.

Your daughter is not seeing limitation. She sees things of a spiritual-realm nature. It is natural and normal. It exists, whether we see with our physically limited eyes or not. There is a story about the time when there were only natives living in the Americas…long before it was United States. There were men from Europe who were searching for other lands in their ships. They came to the eastern coast of America. The Indians who lived there did not see the ships because there mind had never witnessed anything that represented such a thing. It was totally foreign to them. The brain could not register the vision of the ships.

Several days passed and the leader started to notice ripples in the water…slowly then began to see what had always been there~~the ships.

Our children these days are coming into the world totally aware of the spirit realm. They see no limitation. We must be alright with that, because it shows how wonderfully our human race is evolving!

My daughter was born in 1974. She was raised in an openly spiritual environment. We taught her about communication with angels, spirit guides and loved ones who have passed away. When she was about 30 years old she reminded me that she could see things in the dark atmosphere of night. She described it as looking at a television set when the network picture was not on…gray fuzzy stuff. Only she saw it anytime at night, not when she was looking at television.

When she focused on it, the fuzz started to move and change, then take form. It would shift into animals and scenes that she recognized. Sometimes it was fearful to see, because she didn’t understand some of the things visible to her. They looked scary, like monsters.

It took a long time for me to understand what in the world she was talking about. Even when she explained it in terms I could understand, I still didn’t get it. (and I’m a spiritual medium! ) So for your husband and other older children to question the validity of the experiences, I totally understand. They just don’t “get it”.

But that’s okay. It isn’t important for them to understand. Your daughter knows you believe it, and that is enough.

I believe she is seeing ethereal energy. It is not people’s auras per se, but the same stuff that they are made of. It is just an unorganized form of that energy: pure and simple. Quite a blessing.

As she grows, she may begin to see it change and take form too. I hope she is able to continue to describe these sparkles to you, expecially as they take form. She may be the one to write the book on these experiences.

I hope I have settled some things in your mind. If you have other thoughts or questions, please feel free to write to me again.

I would love to edit your question (to change the identity) and answer to add to my blog. There are many parents with these types of questions, that I’d like to share with…but only with your permission. Is that alright with you? I will not use your names or email.

Many blessings to you and your family…

Peace! Melissa Leath                                                                                                                                                                                                                       http://www.PsychicIntegrity.com