When I was at the hospital, last March, with that all of a sudden heart attack, I spend a night on the intensive care, hooked on to almost everything the medical staff could possibly hook on to me. I have told you guys I saw the much spoken of tunnel of light and I promised you I would show you what I saw. It took some time for me to grow strong enough to master the deep emotions that surrounds this memory, which it still does. I don't want to talk about it, because it still gives me angina attacks, the fear is still now that strong. I can tell you what I saw, I have drawn it for you, but I wish not to discuss it at this moment, it's still too tender. What I saw was the reverse of going towards the light, like everyone is supposed to. In stead, I was fighting myself away from it, because I didn't want to cross over, I had too much to do yet, in this realm. So I went to every door in that corridor, some where open, some were not. The ones that opened gave some pretty intense of deeper knowledge of life and life on earth. The twelfth door I reached I was thinking, should I open this door, or do I really have to go into the (very inviting and lovingle warm) light? I could not answer that question because on that moment the nurse shift took place and I was woken up. Ready to leave the ICU. Ready to go and do some more living.
Love and Light, Lizzy.