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Thanks, Michael. It's kind of you to link to this. You're right. Some of the comments included stories very similar to my wife's near-death experience that give great hope!


Prayers for your wife's recovery. Also, thank you - and her - for sharing her experience on your blog. It is inspirational and so full of hope.

BTW, we are practically neighbors. I am a long time commenter on this blog under the handle "no one", but I am also the Newhill Farm - a mom and pop thoroughbred farm on Lima Rd just outside the village of Geneseo (between Volunteer and Country Club). My mother-in-law is the oldest member of the GVH, outdating Martha Wadsworth by three or four years - and still riding! Stop by any time.

Again, all the best to your family.

Wow, we are neighbors! We are just south of the village on Hunt's Corners. How wonderful to meet you here. I drive by the gorgeous horse farms on Lima road all the time, salivating a bit, of course! We miss our horses so much. Dale and I used to ride our Morgans all over the valley. ;o)

Wow! Well, Howdy Neighbor! Like I said, feel free to stop by if you want to chat or pet (or ride) a horse.

Great story, I particularly like how nice and loving to each other all the commentors are! Why can't more people be like that!?
I have to say these sort of stories make me wonder how common these experiences actually are.

Me, too, Robbie. I have heard even more similar revelations from folks who were too shy to mention their experiences - they are eerily similar, which is very cool...

No one - thank you for the offer. I miss riding so much, it's a strong yearning that hits me when we pass through a recently cut down corn field, etc. I will watch for your farm and wave when I go by tomorrow morning on the way to work!


Great story! Prayers for your wife and you. MS is a tough road, I hear.

My grandmother had an NDE that I heard about from my aunt, and my dad had one too that he told me about himself. They are quite common and, in my view, quite real.




I am putting my "searcher that fears no questions/fears no answers" hat back on.

I have a question for you - for Dale really.

I am hoping she is up to elaborating on an aspect of her experience while it is still fresh in her mind.

In your write up you mention that Dale saw that there was a Hell and that she was afraid she'd go there, but (thank goodness!!!) did not.

The existance of "Hell" is disputed - sometimes heatedly - among researchers and believers.

Many say that NDEs indicate that upon physical death we all, regardless of of actions or mind set while incarnated, are instantly forgiven and go directly into the loving light and enjoy bliss. The idea of hell is repulsive to them and they say there is no evidence for it.

A minority of others, such as myself, say that Hellish experiences are under-reported for various reasons, but that they are real and that, if you look at enough cases, you will see them.

This is not because I, for one, *want* anyone to be punished or to suffer. Rather that it makes sense that the spiritual world would operate according to certain laws just as the physical world does and with thoughts and feelings being energy and the primary constructs of reality over there (here too??!!??), negative thoughts and feelings would construct negative realities. By way of analogy, throw a stone and a feather into a pond. The feather floats and the stone sinks, but the stone does not sink because it is being punished, nor does the feather float because it is being rewarded.

Any how, if Dale is comfortable with addressing this part of what she experienced I'd would be appreciative.


Hi, No one. Great question. You know, I think I tended to be in the first camp of believers you mentioned - I hated to think that there even was a possibility of hell, that Satan couldn't be real, that all we needed to worry or think about was God and a loving hereafter. I think it's because it scares the **hell** (LOL) out of me.

She never really thought much about Hell before this, but felt a dark and ominous sensation coming from this place that hovered "below her" when she was traveling to the light. She said it scared her and that she couldn't see anything other than the layer of darkness, but that she instinctively felt it was a very bad place, later figured it must be Hell.

Brrrr.... still gives me the shivers.

Does this help at all?

Hugs to you and your horses! Aaron

Aaron and No one, I was struck by the very same thing when reading about Dale's wonderful experience. It frightens me to think that I, or anyone I know, could go to Hell, and I wonder how bad someone would actually have to be to go there.

i suppose it depends what one means by 'Hell'. I have been to a Club Med resort. That was hell by my definition.

I lived in Ukraine in 1996... that came pretty close as well.

To elaborate, the only TV they had in English was cartoon network, and you had to travel 45 minutes to markets with no refrigeration. The only way you could tell what meat they were selling was by looking at the severed head of the animal placed in front of it.


Sounds delightful :) - how did you end up living in the Ukraine?

My husband, then boyfriend, was the Commercial Manager for the building of a large Ethylene plant, which essentially makes plastic for things like gracery bags. We were also in Mexico for two years when they built the world's largest air separater in Atasta near the border of Tabasco (essentially takes nitrogen out of the air to pump down into the oil wells to force as much oil out as possible.)

So in essence, we were contributing to the pollution of the world.

We were also in Germany for three years when not on job sites. I finally talked him into moving to the states (he's not a citizen) in 2001 right after 9/11 when our son was born.

But it was interesting living in the Ukraine... the wall had only come down a few years before... we were stopped constantly for our "papers"...people there working for nothing because the government would promise them pay and not come through, and the people were so used to being told what to do, they couldn't wrap their heads around any kind of protest or original thinking... that horrible Eastern Block grey square hot water or water at all sometimes, and water was brown anyway...electricity turned off on purpose for energy conservation three-four hours a night (too bad if you were in the elevator at the time)...everyone sold the same rotten tomatoes (or whatever) for the same price because the idea of offering a better product for more or less money, or aspiring to make any kind of competition between fellow vendors was a foreign concept, that along with the concept of standing in line. No lines in the Ukraine back then, just a rush of people elbowing their way through to be first or next.

Wow, j9! What a saga! Thanks for sharing. ;o)

Very interesting.thanks j9.

Ukraine sounds... fun. But was the Chicken Kiev good?

Ugh, Kiev, I remember being forced to take a Tipolev plane to Kiev because our flight to Frankfort didn't show up. I feared for my life on this awful plane and when I got to Kiev, I called my husband and he said "whatever you do, get out of there, don't let them force you to stay over and be accommodated because they will put you in the seediest, flea bag hotel with no food or running water, and they could delay you for days. So I attached myself to a group of American Peace Corp people and we got the heck out of there. But when I finally returned to Germany, it took days to acclimate myself to society. There were so many choices at the grocery store, and civilized people everywhere, I felt like a little scared mouse.

But I will say this, driving out of Ukraine into Hungary is like going from Kansas to hit that first gas station mini mart and you buy all the PEZ you can find just because it's colorful. lol

Wow, sounds like a horrible place! I'll make sure never to go there.

Is Russia any better. Say, Moscow?

I would really love to see Moscow for the architecture, but, there are a lot of problems there now. Very corrupt, really run by mafia types. Their mentality is so different than ours, you'd have to experience it to really understand. A good movie where I thought that mentality really came through was that Harrison Ford movie about the Russian submarine that sank, K-19 the widow maker.

To give you an example, in Ukraine, if you told a worker that the pipes were broken in one part of the building, they would rip the pipes out of another part of the building and fix the broken ones, not even giving a thought to the fact that they just broke the other pipes and then they would need to be fixed. They can only see the immediate problem and didn't have a lot of foresight. Also, a lot of vodka bottles were always being blown out of the piping. lol

ohh j9, I'm going to Kiev on Tuesday. This is not making me looking anymore forward to this :(

Take your thermal underwear sbu :)

You're serious, sbu? You gotta report back and tell us how it went!

Be sure to try the chicken.

SBU, you have to remember, we are going back 15 years, much MUST have changed since then! It is cold though!I was 6 hours from Kiev, and in a really rural place with nothing but dismal structures around us. Kiev has history.

We were so rural, there was a little old lady who sat in a shed next to the train tracks and when the train came, she shuffled out and lowered the guard railing. After the train passed, she raised it again and shuffled on back to her shed.

I would imagine SBU will come back with a nice experience to share at the very least. I can't imagine things could still be as backwards as they were in 1996.

I did see a camp once their in the mountains for the children who had cancer from Chernobyl. That was very sad.

Here is a link I found that shows our apartment complex in the back ground. The electricity surged one day and the wiring in our walls went on fire. 6 floors up, no fire escapes. Was scary. Also, took hours to get a phone call placed to the states from the "front desk" who were really people who monitored your activities. Everything was bugged, back then. Don't know about now.

here is the link

j9 - it's my impression that things change very slowly in the old communist countries, and some of the changes are for the worse for a lot of people in those countries. Anyway, I will report back on the chicken :)



I'll bet it tastes like chicken.

I wonder how Sbu is doing? the following looks grim in Ukraine.

Thanks for asking j9. I can only say it's extremely cold and that unbeliveable my local colleagues wants me to go out curling in the evening (as if it wasn't cold enough already). Haven't tried the chicken yet.

Sbu, once I made a turkey dinner their for my American friends working at the plant. They didn't sell turkey in the market there, which I didn't know. I ended up with a turkey slapped on my counter by two guys who hunted it down and left it with the feet and most of the feathers on it. At least they took off the head.

Head up, don't eat the ice cream

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