There are moments in life that change everything, arriving unexpectedly and altering our journey in unimaginable ways. For me, one such moment came through an extraordinary out-of-body experience, a divine encounter that revealed a profound truth about my life’s purpose.
This transformation occurred during a period when I was intentionally pursuing a deeper relationship with God. Beneath the surface, I was struggling with a deep emotional depression that I had hidden from everyone around me. A large part of that depression stemmed from unresolved childhood trauma and the abuse I had endured as a child, memories that haunted me relentlessly in my sleep.
Night after night, I was tormented by nightmares that replayed those painful experiences. I also began suffering from severe panic attacks, some so intense that my vision would go black and I felt like I was losing control of my body entirely. I truly thought I was going to die in those moments.
I started praying and pleading with God to help me navigate the overwhelming feelings of not wanting to be here anymore.
To my friends, I appeared to be the life of the party, always ready for a good time. They saw someone happy and carefree, unaware that beneath the surface, I was battling a depression I could not seem to escape.
Looking back now, I realize my constant socializing, partying, and drinking were attempts to numb the pain I was carrying, not only from others, but from myself as well. I appeared happy on the outside, but inside, I was so depressed I didn’t want to be here anymore. I used partying as a way to temporarily escape what I was feeling and quiet the panic and pain that would surface whenever I was alone with my thoughts.
Eventually, I confided in a friend about the stress I was experiencing, though I didn’t fully reveal just how deeply depressed I truly was. That friend suggested looking into meditation. Although I was skeptical that something as simple as meditation could help me, I was desperate for relief and willing to try anything at that point.
I began practicing meditation, although I had trouble clearing my mind.
Around that same time, my search for clarity intensified after a vivid dream involving my late cousin. In the dream, I was fully aware that she had already passed away, which made her presence feel deeply unsettling and confusing. The room around us was filled with people who seemed completely unaware of our interaction.
I looked at her and asked, “How is it that I can see you?”
She replied, “Because you have angel wings.”
Confused by her response, I looked around the room and noticed that no one else, including my cousin, had angel wings. I asked her, “Why do I have angel wings and nobody else here does?”
Her response shook me.
“Because you are going to pass away soon.”
Fear immediately rushed over me. I asked, “How soon?”
As she slowly began to fade away, she gently replied, “Now you are asking too many questions.”
I woke up startled by the vividness and realism of the dream. I had never experienced anything like it before. To be consciously aware that she had passed away while still interacting with her made it feel like something far beyond an ordinary dream.
I thought to myself, am I going to die ?
Following that vivid dream, a profound sense of urgency took hold of me. Convinced that my time on earth might be coming to an end, I became relentless in my search for God. I spent the next year praying often, asking God into my life. Asking about life, death, and what happens after we leave this world. Believing was no longer enough for me, I wanted to know.
During this intense period of searching, I began having spontaneous out-of-body experiences that completely reshaped my life. These experiences also brought significant relief from the depression I had been carrying for so long. What began as a desperate search for answers slowly became a path toward healing, inner peace, and renewed purpose.
As I continued practicing meditation, I struggled to fully clear my mind. Wanting to improve, I searched online for “easier ways to meditate.” That was when I came across an article suggesting that meditation is often easier first thing in the morning, before checking your phone or becoming distracted by the outside world. I decided to try it the following morning, never imagining that such a simple decision would profoundly change my life forever.
The next morning, I laid down to meditate before looking at my phone or doing anything else, just like the article suggested. At the time, I still didn’t fully understand how meditation could help with stress. I was skeptical that simply sitting in silence could make any real difference, but I was desperate for relief and willing to try anything.
The way I meditate is probably different from how most people do it. Back then, I knew very little about meditation other than the idea that I was supposed to clear my mind. That was all I had to go on.
As I closed my eyes and focused, I noticed something unusual. Deep within the darkness behind my eyelids, I could see shapes, colors, and swirls of light moving through the blackness. I didn’t understand what I was seeing, but I noticed that if I followed the movement of those lights and colors, it helped keep my mind focused and prevented random thoughts from taking over.
I realized that whenever I wasn’t focused on something, my mind would quickly fill with intrusive thoughts and distractions, making it difficult to stay present. But by quietly observing the movement behind my eyelids, I found a way to clear my mind that worked naturally for me. Over time, this became my personal form of meditation, something I discovered on my own through practice.
Shortly after beginning my meditation that morning, I suddenly started rolling off my bed and onto the floor. Confused, I wondered why I hadn’t stopped myself from falling. I decided to get up and climb back in bed, so I could continue meditating.
But as I stood up, something immediately felt wrong. That was when I noticed my feet lifting off the ground, hovering just inches above my bedroom floor. A wave of shock rushed through me. I quickly turned toward my bed and froze.
There, lying peacefully beneath me, was my physical body exactly where I had been meditating. Terror immediately set in. My first thought was that I had died.
“This is it,” I thought to myself. “This is what my cousin was talking about in the dream. My time has come.”
The realization overwhelmed me. But as I hovered there in my bedroom, something unexpected happened. The fear slowly began to dissolve, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and the unmistakable presence of God.
Although I could not see God directly, my entire room became filled with an intensely brilliant white light. It was so radiant and powerful that I felt almost blinded by it. Yet within that light was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a pure, all-encompassing love that completely surrounded me.
Being in God’s presence filled me with warmth, peace, comfort, and an indescribable feeling of being deeply loved and cherished.
After feeling God’s presence, I moved to the foot of my bed and sat cross-legged, almost like a child eagerly waiting to hear a story. I was filled with anticipation, ready to ask the question that had been weighing so heavily on my heart. The dream with my cousin had stayed with me, and I needed to know the truth. Was it just a strange dream, or was it really a message?
I asked God directly, and the answer came in a calm, reassuring voice.
“Yes.”
God responded that the dream was indeed a message. God’s voice had a profound depth, yet it radiated immense love. It echoed through my room, and I noticed that when “yes” was spoken, the S lingered.
“Yesss.”
My heart pounded as I asked the question I was most afraid to ask.
“So, I really am going to pass away soon?”
God responded gently, “Do not worry. Your soon is not our soon. Time does not exist here.”
Although I still didn’t fully understand, those words comforted me. A sense of peace washed over me, easing the fear that had stayed with me since the dream.
We talked about other things as well, details I will touch on further in my book. But in that moment, I simply sat in the presence of God, absorbing the truth I had been given.
Following my initial experience, I had several more out-of-body encounters, each revealing new layers of understanding.
One morning, during an out-of-body experience, I found myself outside in my front yard, gazing up at the sky. Questions that had been weighing on my heart began pouring out of me. I asked God why these extraordinary experiences were happening to me. Was there a purpose? Was God trying to tell me something?
As I stood there, I noticed something falling from the sky. At first, I couldn’t make out what it was, but as it came closer, I realized it was an object drifting down toward me. It landed gently at my feet.
I looked down and saw a license plate, completely blank.
Confused, I looked back up at the sky and said, “God, it’s blank.”
In response, I heard God’s voice, steady and unmistakable.
“Flip it over.”
I reached down, picked it up, and turned it over.
There, in bold capital letters, was one word:
HEALER.
Shock and disbelief washed over me. I stared at the word, struggling to process what it meant.
A healer? Me?
I felt unworthy of such a title and uncertain of what it even truly meant. Confusion settled in as I tried to grasp the message God had just revealed to me.
I continued having several more out-of-body experiences over the following months. Through these experiences, I learned that it was possible to meet your guardian angels. The thought of that fascinated me. How incredible would that be? I thought.
So I began praying every day, asking God if I could meet my guardian angel. On the seventh day, I had that honor.
During one out-of-body experience, I found myself back in my childhood bedroom. Standing against the wall was a figure bathed in a soft glow. He wore a long white robe that reached down to his shins, with wide sleeves and an old-looking rope tied around his waist. On his feet were brown open-toe sandals that reminded me of something from ancient times. His shoulder-length brown hair framed crystal blue eyes that seemed to glow.
I looked at him and asked, “Are you my Guardian Angel?”
He replied, “Indeed.”
He referred to himself as my guide and explained that the terms “guide” and “guardian angel” were essentially the same thing. Then he revealed something that completely caught me off guard.
That one day, I would be assisting in the battle between light and dark. The weight of those words overwhelmed me. The idea itself felt terrifying, and I immediately expressed my fear and uncertainty about what that could possibly mean. Sensing my apprehension, he calmly reassured me that I had nothing to fear and explained that this responsibility would only come when I was fully prepared.
As we continued talking, I felt a strong urge to know his name. I wanted to be able to call on him whenever I needed guidance.
So I finally asked him, “What is your name?”
To my surprise, he answered, “Mitchell.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. For some reason, I had expected a name that sounded more mystical or unusual. Worried that I might have offended him, I quickly responded, “No offense.”
But to my surprise, he laughed too and reassured me, “None taken.”
Relieved by his sense of humor, I laughed along with him. In that moment, something about the experience became unexpectedly comforting to me. Even within this deeply spiritual encounter, there was still warmth, personality, and lightness.
Then Mitchell said something that immediately caught my attention.
“When you return to your body, I want you to look up the meaning of my name.”
I agreed and replied, “Okay, I’ll do that.”
Although our conversation was much longer and far more detailed, I’m only sharing a brief overview here. Many of the deeper conversations and revelations from these experiences will be explored more fully in my upcoming book.
After our conversation, I told Mitchell I was ready to return to my body so I could write down everything he had shared with me.
The very first thing I did after waking up was search for the meaning of his name, just as he instructed.
The first article I came across described the name Mitchell as meaning “Gift from God.” That was the very first thing I saw. As I continued reading, I also discovered that Mitchell, which has Hebrew origins, means “Who is like God.”
I sat there completely blown away.
The significance of his name deeply moved me because it perfectly reflected the role he had already begun to play in my life, a guide, protector, and truly a gift from God.
After that encounter with my guide, I felt overwhelmed by everything he had told me. The weight of it all was difficult to process, so I prayed and asked God for a break, time to reflect, absorb everything, and come to terms with what I was being called to do.
After about a week of reflection and prayer, something within me shifted. Although I was still nervous and unsure, I decided I wanted to embrace whatever purpose God was leading me toward. So I prayed and said that I was ready for more, ready to understand what else I was supposed to do with these experiences.
The very next morning, after that prayer, I had another profound out-of-body experience.
Once again, I found myself standing in my front yard, searching for answers and asking God for guidance. I wanted clarity. I needed to understand why all of this was happening and what I was truly meant to do with these experiences.
As I stood there praying, I noticed something falling from the sky. At first, I couldn’t tell what it was, but as it drifted closer, I realized it was a book descending toward me. It landed gently at my feet.
I bent down, picked it up, and turned it over in my hands. The cover was completely blank. Confused, I opened it and flipped through the pages, but every single page from front to back was empty.
I looked up and cried out, “God, it’s blank!”
Then I heard the voice of God respond:
“Share it with the world.”
I froze. Doubt and fear immediately flooded my mind. “I don’t think I can do this, God. What will people think? What if they doubt me or question my story? And how can I, someone who isn’t a writer, possibly do something like this?”
It wasn’t just the writing that scared me. I had also been told I was a healer, yet I still couldn’t understand why.
“I’m not a writer,” I admitted. “And I’m not a healer! Why me?”
I felt deeply unworthy of both roles, convinced they were meant for someone far more important or qualified than I was.
Despite my fear and hesitation, I sat with this calling for the next three years as God continued urging me toward both healing work and writing my book.
In one of my later out-of-body experiences, God revealed to me the process of energy healing. I was shown that through prayer and divine intention, we can serve as vessels for healing light to flow to others in need.
I was shown that by praying over someone and asking for God’s healing light, that energy could move through us and toward the person receiving it. God revealed to me that we all carry the ability to be vessels for divine healing and to assist others in their healing journey through love, prayer, and intention.
As time went on, I continued trying to better understand the experiences I was having and the healing methods God had shown me through these out-of-body encounters.
The more I reflected on what I had been shown, the more I realized that the process centered around prayer, intention, and serving as a vessel for God’s healing light to flow to others. It wasn’t about power coming from me, but about allowing God’s love and healing energy to move through me to help bring comfort, peace, and healing to others.
As I continued researching and searching for answers, I eventually came across Reiki. The more I learned about it, the more I was surprised by how closely some aspects aligned with what God had already shown me during my out-of-body experiences. Wanting to better understand the practice and learn how to apply it responsibly, I eventually sought training and became certified.
Interestingly enough, I also learned that many people believe Jesus used similar principles of healing through touch, prayer, faith, and divine intention. The Bible describes many moments where Jesus healed others through touch and prayer, which some interpret as channeling God’s healing power.
Jesus said, “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these” (John 14:12).
Embracing this calling has allowed me to combine my passion for helping others with the guidance I feel I’ve received from God. Although I have faced judgment for this path, I remain committed to fulfilling what God has asked of me and stepping into my purpose with faith, love, and compassion.
I am deeply grateful to God for the guidance and clarity I’ve received along this journey, which has helped me fully step into my purpose.
I’ve had many more experiences over the last few years, far beyond what I’ve shared here. Some of them difficult to share, but I feel they are important to share even if it helps just one person.
When I asked God if I was truly meant to write this book, the response I received was, “As long as it serves a greater purpose.”
I believe that greater purpose is helping others, whether through healing, understanding, or simply helping people realize that there is more to life than what we can physically see. Through these experiences, I’ve gained a much deeper awareness of what may exist beyond this physical world.
At one point, parts of my belief system completely crumbled, and that was incredibly difficult to go through. Lifelong teachings no longer resonated with me in the same way, and new revelations began reshaping everything I thought I knew.
Although that process was painful and unsettling at times, it ultimately led me into a deeper relationship with God and a greater understanding of spirituality.
Looking back now, I realize this was exactly what I had been praying for before these experiences ever began. Although I never specifically asked for out-of-body experiences, I had been desperately seeking truth, understanding, and answers about life, death, and the afterlife because I truly believed my time on earth was coming to an end.
In many ways, these experiences became the answer to those prayers.
Through these extraordinary journeys, I’ve experienced far more than I ever could have imagined.
I’ve had conversations with my late grandmother, my father, and others about the afterlife. I met another spirit guide of mine and experienced many more profound conversations and revelations with God that deeply shaped my understanding of what exists beyond this world.
I also share the moment I first felt called to step into what my guide Mitchell once told me I would eventually be ready for, assisting in the battle between light and dark.
Most importantly, I’ve healed through these experiences in ways I never thought possible, including healing deep childhood wounds I once believed I would carry forever.
Through these experiences, I’ve been given glimpses into the afterlife that showed me our loved ones are still with us, that we are deeply loved, and that God hears us all.
My hope in sharing this journey is that others may find healing, comfort, peace, and reassurance through my story. Whether it’s realizing their pain can be transformed, understanding they are never truly alone, or simply opening themselves to the possibility that there may be far more to existence than what we can see with our physical eyes.
These experiences changed my life completely. They pulled me out of deep depression, brought healing to wounds I carried for years, and led me into a deeper relationship with God than I ever thought possible.
Although this path hasn’t always been easy, I’m grateful for where it has led me. What once began as fear of death became the very thing that taught me how to truly live.
This transformation occurred during a period when I was intentionally pursuing a deeper relationship with God. Beneath the surface, I was struggling with a deep emotional depression that I had hidden from everyone around me. A large part of that depression stemmed from unresolved childhood trauma and the abuse I had endured as a child, memories that haunted me relentlessly in my sleep.
Night after night, I was tormented by nightmares that replayed those painful experiences. I also began suffering from severe panic attacks, some so intense that my vision would go black and I felt like I was losing control of my body entirely. I truly thought I was going to die in those moments.
I started praying and pleading with God to help me navigate the overwhelming feelings of not wanting to be here anymore.
To my friends, I appeared to be the life of the party, always ready for a good time. They saw someone happy and carefree, unaware that beneath the surface, I was battling a depression I could not seem to escape.
Looking back now, I realize my constant socializing, partying, and drinking were attempts to numb the pain I was carrying, not only from others, but from myself as well. I appeared happy on the outside, but inside, I was so depressed I didn’t want to be here anymore. I used partying as a way to temporarily escape what I was feeling and quiet the panic and pain that would surface whenever I was alone with my thoughts.
Eventually, I confided in a friend about the stress I was experiencing, though I didn’t fully reveal just how deeply depressed I truly was. That friend suggested looking into meditation. Although I was skeptical that something as simple as meditation could help me, I was desperate for relief and willing to try anything at that point.
I began practicing meditation, although I had trouble clearing my mind.
Around that same time, my search for clarity intensified after a vivid dream involving my late cousin. In the dream, I was fully aware that she had already passed away, which made her presence feel deeply unsettling and confusing. The room around us was filled with people who seemed completely unaware of our interaction.
I looked at her and asked, “How is it that I can see you?”
She replied, “Because you have angel wings.”
Confused by her response, I looked around the room and noticed that no one else, including my cousin, had angel wings. I asked her, “Why do I have angel wings and nobody else here does?”
Her response shook me.
“Because you are going to pass away soon.”
Fear immediately rushed over me. I asked, “How soon?”
As she slowly began to fade away, she gently replied, “Now you are asking too many questions.”
I woke up startled by the vividness and realism of the dream. I had never experienced anything like it before. To be consciously aware that she had passed away while still interacting with her made it feel like something far beyond an ordinary dream.
I thought to myself, am I going to die ?
Following that vivid dream, a profound sense of urgency took hold of me. Convinced that my time on earth might be coming to an end, I became relentless in my search for God. I spent the next year praying often, asking God into my life. Asking about life, death, and what happens after we leave this world. Believing was no longer enough for me, I wanted to know.
During this intense period of searching, I began having spontaneous out-of-body experiences that completely reshaped my life. These experiences also brought significant relief from the depression I had been carrying for so long. What began as a desperate search for answers slowly became a path toward healing, inner peace, and renewed purpose.
As I continued practicing meditation, I struggled to fully clear my mind. Wanting to improve, I searched online for “easier ways to meditate.” That was when I came across an article suggesting that meditation is often easier first thing in the morning, before checking your phone or becoming distracted by the outside world. I decided to try it the following morning, never imagining that such a simple decision would profoundly change my life forever.
The next morning, I laid down to meditate before looking at my phone or doing anything else, just like the article suggested. At the time, I still didn’t fully understand how meditation could help with stress. I was skeptical that simply sitting in silence could make any real difference, but I was desperate for relief and willing to try anything.
The way I meditate is probably different from how most people do it. Back then, I knew very little about meditation other than the idea that I was supposed to clear my mind. That was all I had to go on.
As I closed my eyes and focused, I noticed something unusual. Deep within the darkness behind my eyelids, I could see shapes, colors, and swirls of light moving through the blackness. I didn’t understand what I was seeing, but I noticed that if I followed the movement of those lights and colors, it helped keep my mind focused and prevented random thoughts from taking over.
I realized that whenever I wasn’t focused on something, my mind would quickly fill with intrusive thoughts and distractions, making it difficult to stay present. But by quietly observing the movement behind my eyelids, I found a way to clear my mind that worked naturally for me. Over time, this became my personal form of meditation, something I discovered on my own through practice.
Shortly after beginning my meditation that morning, I suddenly started rolling off my bed and onto the floor. Confused, I wondered why I hadn’t stopped myself from falling. I decided to get up and climb back in bed, so I could continue meditating.
But as I stood up, something immediately felt wrong. That was when I noticed my feet lifting off the ground, hovering just inches above my bedroom floor. A wave of shock rushed through me. I quickly turned toward my bed and froze.
There, lying peacefully beneath me, was my physical body exactly where I had been meditating. Terror immediately set in. My first thought was that I had died.
“This is it,” I thought to myself. “This is what my cousin was talking about in the dream. My time has come.”
The realization overwhelmed me. But as I hovered there in my bedroom, something unexpected happened. The fear slowly began to dissolve, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and the unmistakable presence of God.
Although I could not see God directly, my entire room became filled with an intensely brilliant white light. It was so radiant and powerful that I felt almost blinded by it. Yet within that light was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a pure, all-encompassing love that completely surrounded me.
Being in God’s presence filled me with warmth, peace, comfort, and an indescribable feeling of being deeply loved and cherished.
After feeling God’s presence, I moved to the foot of my bed and sat cross-legged, almost like a child eagerly waiting to hear a story. I was filled with anticipation, ready to ask the question that had been weighing so heavily on my heart. The dream with my cousin had stayed with me, and I needed to know the truth. Was it just a strange dream, or was it really a message?
I asked God directly, and the answer came in a calm, reassuring voice.
“Yes.”
God responded that the dream was indeed a message. God’s voice had a profound depth, yet it radiated immense love. It echoed through my room, and I noticed that when “yes” was spoken, the S lingered.
“Yesss.”
My heart pounded as I asked the question I was most afraid to ask.
“So, I really am going to pass away soon?”
God responded gently, “Do not worry. Your soon is not our soon. Time does not exist here.”
Although I still didn’t fully understand, those words comforted me. A sense of peace washed over me, easing the fear that had stayed with me since the dream.
We talked about other things as well, details I will touch on further in my book. But in that moment, I simply sat in the presence of God, absorbing the truth I had been given.
Following my initial experience, I had several more out-of-body encounters, each revealing new layers of understanding.
One morning, during an out-of-body experience, I found myself outside in my front yard, gazing up at the sky. Questions that had been weighing on my heart began pouring out of me. I asked God why these extraordinary experiences were happening to me. Was there a purpose? Was God trying to tell me something?
As I stood there, I noticed something falling from the sky. At first, I couldn’t make out what it was, but as it came closer, I realized it was an object drifting down toward me. It landed gently at my feet.
I looked down and saw a license plate, completely blank.
Confused, I looked back up at the sky and said, “God, it’s blank.”
In response, I heard God’s voice, steady and unmistakable.
“Flip it over.”
I reached down, picked it up, and turned it over.
There, in bold capital letters, was one word:
HEALER.
Shock and disbelief washed over me. I stared at the word, struggling to process what it meant.
A healer? Me?
I felt unworthy of such a title and uncertain of what it even truly meant. Confusion settled in as I tried to grasp the message God had just revealed to me.
I continued having several more out-of-body experiences over the following months. Through these experiences, I learned that it was possible to meet your guardian angels. The thought of that fascinated me. How incredible would that be? I thought.
So I began praying every day, asking God if I could meet my guardian angel. On the seventh day, I had that honor.
During one out-of-body experience, I found myself back in my childhood bedroom. Standing against the wall was a figure bathed in a soft glow. He wore a long white robe that reached down to his shins, with wide sleeves and an old-looking rope tied around his waist. On his feet were brown open-toe sandals that reminded me of something from ancient times. His shoulder-length brown hair framed crystal blue eyes that seemed to glow.
I looked at him and asked, “Are you my Guardian Angel?”
He replied, “Indeed.”
He referred to himself as my guide and explained that the terms “guide” and “guardian angel” were essentially the same thing. Then he revealed something that completely caught me off guard.
That one day, I would be assisting in the battle between light and dark. The weight of those words overwhelmed me. The idea itself felt terrifying, and I immediately expressed my fear and uncertainty about what that could possibly mean. Sensing my apprehension, he calmly reassured me that I had nothing to fear and explained that this responsibility would only come when I was fully prepared.
As we continued talking, I felt a strong urge to know his name. I wanted to be able to call on him whenever I needed guidance.
So I finally asked him, “What is your name?”
To my surprise, he answered, “Mitchell.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. For some reason, I had expected a name that sounded more mystical or unusual. Worried that I might have offended him, I quickly responded, “No offense.”
But to my surprise, he laughed too and reassured me, “None taken.”
Relieved by his sense of humor, I laughed along with him. In that moment, something about the experience became unexpectedly comforting to me. Even within this deeply spiritual encounter, there was still warmth, personality, and lightness.
Then Mitchell said something that immediately caught my attention.
“When you return to your body, I want you to look up the meaning of my name.”
I agreed and replied, “Okay, I’ll do that.”
Although our conversation was much longer and far more detailed, I’m only sharing a brief overview here. Many of the deeper conversations and revelations from these experiences will be explored more fully in my upcoming book.
After our conversation, I told Mitchell I was ready to return to my body so I could write down everything he had shared with me.
The very first thing I did after waking up was search for the meaning of his name, just as he instructed.
The first article I came across described the name Mitchell as meaning “Gift from God.” That was the very first thing I saw. As I continued reading, I also discovered that Mitchell, which has Hebrew origins, means “Who is like God.”
I sat there completely blown away.
The significance of his name deeply moved me because it perfectly reflected the role he had already begun to play in my life, a guide, protector, and truly a gift from God.
After that encounter with my guide, I felt overwhelmed by everything he had told me. The weight of it all was difficult to process, so I prayed and asked God for a break, time to reflect, absorb everything, and come to terms with what I was being called to do.
After about a week of reflection and prayer, something within me shifted. Although I was still nervous and unsure, I decided I wanted to embrace whatever purpose God was leading me toward. So I prayed and said that I was ready for more, ready to understand what else I was supposed to do with these experiences.
The very next morning, after that prayer, I had another profound out-of-body experience.
Once again, I found myself standing in my front yard, searching for answers and asking God for guidance. I wanted clarity. I needed to understand why all of this was happening and what I was truly meant to do with these experiences.
As I stood there praying, I noticed something falling from the sky. At first, I couldn’t tell what it was, but as it drifted closer, I realized it was a book descending toward me. It landed gently at my feet.
I bent down, picked it up, and turned it over in my hands. The cover was completely blank. Confused, I opened it and flipped through the pages, but every single page from front to back was empty.
I looked up and cried out, “God, it’s blank!”
Then I heard the voice of God respond:
“Share it with the world.”
I froze. Doubt and fear immediately flooded my mind. “I don’t think I can do this, God. What will people think? What if they doubt me or question my story? And how can I, someone who isn’t a writer, possibly do something like this?”
It wasn’t just the writing that scared me. I had also been told I was a healer, yet I still couldn’t understand why.
“I’m not a writer,” I admitted. “And I’m not a healer! Why me?”
I felt deeply unworthy of both roles, convinced they were meant for someone far more important or qualified than I was.
Despite my fear and hesitation, I sat with this calling for the next three years as God continued urging me toward both healing work and writing my book.
In one of my later out-of-body experiences, God revealed to me the process of energy healing. I was shown that through prayer and divine intention, we can serve as vessels for healing light to flow to others in need.
I was shown that by praying over someone and asking for God’s healing light, that energy could move through us and toward the person receiving it. God revealed to me that we all carry the ability to be vessels for divine healing and to assist others in their healing journey through love, prayer, and intention.
As time went on, I continued trying to better understand the experiences I was having and the healing methods God had shown me through these out-of-body encounters.
The more I reflected on what I had been shown, the more I realized that the process centered around prayer, intention, and serving as a vessel for God’s healing light to flow to others. It wasn’t about power coming from me, but about allowing God’s love and healing energy to move through me to help bring comfort, peace, and healing to others.
As I continued researching and searching for answers, I eventually came across Reiki. The more I learned about it, the more I was surprised by how closely some aspects aligned with what God had already shown me during my out-of-body experiences. Wanting to better understand the practice and learn how to apply it responsibly, I eventually sought training and became certified.
Interestingly enough, I also learned that many people believe Jesus used similar principles of healing through touch, prayer, faith, and divine intention. The Bible describes many moments where Jesus healed others through touch and prayer, which some interpret as channeling God’s healing power.
Jesus said, “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these” (John 14:12).
Embracing this calling has allowed me to combine my passion for helping others with the guidance I feel I’ve received from God. Although I have faced judgment for this path, I remain committed to fulfilling what God has asked of me and stepping into my purpose with faith, love, and compassion.
I am deeply grateful to God for the guidance and clarity I’ve received along this journey, which has helped me fully step into my purpose.
I’ve had many more experiences over the last few years, far beyond what I’ve shared here. Some of them difficult to share, but I feel they are important to share even if it helps just one person.
When I asked God if I was truly meant to write this book, the response I received was, “As long as it serves a greater purpose.”
I believe that greater purpose is helping others, whether through healing, understanding, or simply helping people realize that there is more to life than what we can physically see. Through these experiences, I’ve gained a much deeper awareness of what may exist beyond this physical world.
At one point, parts of my belief system completely crumbled, and that was incredibly difficult to go through. Lifelong teachings no longer resonated with me in the same way, and new revelations began reshaping everything I thought I knew.
Although that process was painful and unsettling at times, it ultimately led me into a deeper relationship with God and a greater understanding of spirituality.
Looking back now, I realize this was exactly what I had been praying for before these experiences ever began. Although I never specifically asked for out-of-body experiences, I had been desperately seeking truth, understanding, and answers about life, death, and the afterlife because I truly believed my time on earth was coming to an end.
In many ways, these experiences became the answer to those prayers.
Through these extraordinary journeys, I’ve experienced far more than I ever could have imagined.
I’ve had conversations with my late grandmother, my father, and others about the afterlife. I met another spirit guide of mine and experienced many more profound conversations and revelations with God that deeply shaped my understanding of what exists beyond this world.
I also share the moment I first felt called to step into what my guide Mitchell once told me I would eventually be ready for, assisting in the battle between light and dark.
Most importantly, I’ve healed through these experiences in ways I never thought possible, including healing deep childhood wounds I once believed I would carry forever.
Through these experiences, I’ve been given glimpses into the afterlife that showed me our loved ones are still with us, that we are deeply loved, and that God hears us all.
My hope in sharing this journey is that others may find healing, comfort, peace, and reassurance through my story. Whether it’s realizing their pain can be transformed, understanding they are never truly alone, or simply opening themselves to the possibility that there may be far more to existence than what we can see with our physical eyes.
These experiences changed my life completely. They pulled me out of deep depression, brought healing to wounds I carried for years, and led me into a deeper relationship with God than I ever thought possible.
Although this path hasn’t always been easy, I’m grateful for where it has led me. What once began as fear of death became the very thing that taught me how to truly live.
