By Howard Storm
Now not due to the fact Betty Eadie’s Embraced by means of the Light has a private account of a Near-Death adventure (NDE) been so completely assorted from such a lot others—or approximately as compelling.
In the thirty years considering Raymond Moody’s Life After Life seemed, a well-known trend of NDEs has emerged: all of sudden floating over one’s personal physique, frequently in a sanatorium atmosphere, 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 anticipating emergency surgical procedure whilst he learned that he was once at death’s door. typhoon stumbled on himself out of his personal physique, having a look down at the health facility room scene less than. subsequent, instead of going “toward the light,” he came upon himself being torturously dragged to excruciating nation-states of darkness and demise, the place he was once bodily assaulted through significant beings of evil. His description of his natural terror and torture is unnerving in its utter originality and convincing detail.
Finally, drawn clear of loss of life and transported to the world of heaven, hurricane met angelic beings in addition to the God of production. during this attention-grabbing account, typhoon tells of his “life review,” his dialog with God, even solutions to age-old questions comparable to why the Holocaust used to be allowed to ensue. typhoon used to be despatched again to his physique with a brand new wisdom of the aim of existence the following in the world. This ebook is his message of hope.
"This is a booklet you eat from conceal to hide, and go directly to others. this can be a booklet you are going to quote on your day-by-day dialog. typhoon was once intended to jot down it and we have been intended to learn it."
-From the foreward by means of 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, stated, “Pray to God.” I bear in mind considering, “Why? What a silly suggestion. That doesn’t paintings. What a cop-out . . .”
That voice acknowledged it back, “Pray to God!” It was once extra yes this time. I wasn’t convinced what to do. Praying, for me as a toddler, were anything I had watched adults doing. It was once whatever fancy and needed to be performed simply so. i attempted to recollect prayers from my formative years reports in Sunday college. Prayer used to be whatever you memorized. What may I take into accout from see you later 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 paintings with me. For pink mountain majesty, mine eyes have visible the respect of the arriving of the Lord. carry us from evil. One kingdom less than God. God Bless America.”
To my amazement, the harsh, cruel beings tearing the existence out of me have been incited to rage through my ragged prayer. It used to be as though I have been throwing boiling oil on them. They screamed at me, “There is not any God! Who do you're thinking that you’re chatting with? not anyone can listen you! Now we're particularly going to harm you.” They spoke within the so much obscene language, worse than any blasphemy stated in the world. yet even as, they have been backing away.
—From My Descent into Death