Ms. Michèle Bögli-Mastria has had a near death experience on her 21 birthday. In this interview she is talking about her deep experience.
(English spoken by Gretchen Baumann, Palm Beach)
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The Near Death Experience of Ms. Michèle Bögli-Mastria
How come you’re never interview people who saw Jesus Christ?
I enjoyed this because she is so beautiful…
Michele is very beautiful, what a great lesson.
"Shelteredness", presumably Geborgenheit, one of those good untranslatable words! Nice narrative, thank you.
The description of angles is massively More interpreted from formless totally nondiscript light or Even less And simply a idea of a color Than a winged person,,, it's massively more common yet people think They are odd in seeing it That way,,,,,,, everything she experienced is the same as any NDE just a little out of order which is also normal if Even remembered correctly.,,, oftentimes the life review is misplaced And What it is can be a little different,,,,, her not seeing her body early and lack of tunnel which is a variably described element is the difference
Interesting how she says that the physical body is too small for a soul. Amazing
One of my favourite NDE accounts of all the many I've watched over the years, really amazing and well articulated.
Short and yet so powerful. Thanks for sharing ❤❤❤and thank you all❤❤❤😊
I woke up through the night, last night, with this horrendous, 'gut renching' fear of death. I often get these episodes where I become TERRIFIED by the notion of oblivion – or as some would say 'infinite/eternal unconsciousness'. Then I watch interviews like this and I become a bit less scared. Throughout my life I have always associated death with a kind of logic – I.E eternal sleep, but then I have to question that when I watch these interviews because it seems people have these amazing experiences that blatantly do not feel like hallucinations. The life reviews/seeing one's body from above and able to verify things/telepathically communicating with deceased relatives etc. All that seems totally impossible as an illusion.
And yet, as life goes on, I still fear "death". I watch wildlife programmes about insects and bacteria and I just can't imagine those things surviving death. For instance, ants or flies are so tiny and die in their millions every day, and can we really believe those little creatures have a "soul"? It seems doubtful when I think about the insect world and an afterlife.
I guess I won't know until it's my time to leave this world – we're all going to face it – and I can only hope and 'pray' that it's a nice experience, and if it is just oblivion, then it's out of our power. What will be will be. Life seems so mysterious and unfair sometimes :/
I watch videos like this to get descriptions of the other side. Sadly in this episode, like most of them, hardly any descriptions other than very elementary. I don't understand why the interviewer doesn't press the experiencer for more detail but he never does.
Thanks 🙏
"…we return home…" At 83, that is exactly the way I see leaving this life and going home where we came from. I am looking forward to seeing all my family, and never having to clean another toilet!
In 1984, I was in a motorcycle accident in Recife and was helped by a French couple. The last scene on Earth I remember was inside the hospital: someone was slapping my face to get me to say my phone number, and after I said it, I blacked out. Immediately, I felt my body become light—very light—and experienced a sense of relief; but then I entered a dark tunnel with images on the left and right—on one side, the wrong things I had done, and on the other, the good things. Then I spotted a bright light at the end of the tunnel; there was a sort of reception area and a door, guarded by a VERY TALL sentry—a towering door. I felt thirsty and terrified, and, trembling and weeping, I ventured to speak: "I WANT TO GO BACK!" The sentry replied, "NO ONE COMES BACK FROM HERE!" He spoke with an arrogant voice, the voice of someone in command. I began to tremble and tried to explain that I had a son and that, if I returned, I wouldn't do anything wrong anymore; but, indifferent, he retorted, "NO ONE COMES BACK FROM HERE!" It was a feeling of utter despair—there was nothing I could do, and it seemed that if I passed through that door, I was done for; I sensed nothing good awaiting me. Then, at the height of my despair, I remembered—I believe the Holy Spirit brought it to mind—that as a teenager, I had tried to attend church but lacked the strength to persevere, as the world held a strong attraction for me and I was very young. However, before I stopped going to church, I had held onto a Bible verse: "Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live'" (John 11:25). So, I said to the sentry: "BUT WAIT A MINUTE!!!" When I was a boy and read that Jesus Christ GUARANTEED that even if I died… I hadn't finished saying what I was about to say when, at that moment, a VOICE—like thunder—said: "YOU MAY GO BACK!" I felt instant relief, while the sentry stammered: "BUT NO ONE EVER COMES BACK FROM HERE!" The VOICE didn't need to say another word! The sentry, clearly displeased, told me: "IF YOU TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS, I'LL BRING YOU BACK HERE, AND YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO RETURN!" He was absolutely furious! Then, the moment I woke up, I was in an isolation ward at the hospital; it was freezing cold, and as I returned, the weight of my body came back, along with the pain—it hurt terribly! I let out a groan, and then I heard the nurse scream, "Oh, my God in heaven!" She immediately returned with a doctor, and I clearly heard him order them to cancel the declaration of death and record the time of resuscitation. That’s when I learned what had happened in the motorcycle accident: I had suffered a head injury—my head was still open, with clotted blood—and for a moment, I thought I’d be paralyzed because I couldn't move one of my legs; I had broken my femur! As if the events already described weren't enough, a Frenchman suddenly walked in, accompanied by a French consul and a police officer. The Frenchman—who spoke Portuguese well—was ecstatic; he had come to my aid, but the police had detained him, thinking he was the one who had run me over. He said to me: "I came from France to study cases of people who have had near-death or death experiences. I helped you; I was here and saw you dead. The nurses and doctors told me you had died—I couldn't believe it—but I saw you, and you were dead, lifeless… I saw it! And now I see you speaking! Please, tell me what happened, because it will help my research immensely!" I remembered the threat the guard had made—warning me not to tell anyone—so I got scared and said: "I can't tell you!" He persisted and asked again: "But did something happen?" And I replied: "Yes, something happened!" He tried to press the issue, but I didn't say anything. That was when the consul asked if I could testify that Antoine (that was the Frenchman's name) hadn't run me over; I confirmed it immediately and said I remembered him helping me. I spent six months in a wheelchair, and eight years later—once I had fully recovered—I returned to the Hospital da Restauração in Recife to try to access my medical records, but the entire system had been digitized by then, and I was unable to access them. Today I know that I need not fear the threat posed by this sentinel and that Jesus Christ honored His Word: Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?" (John 11:25-26). I share this testimony of mine before God, adding nothing and taking nothing away. Believe it if you wish. This happened to me!!! May the Lord continue to bless this channel.
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Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son, told me if I believe in Him and ask Him to forgive me of my sins, then He will give me eternal life and live in paradise. I believe Him.
We are awareness or soul associated with a body and as we die we give up the attachment to the body and realize our true nature is soul or awareness, then the attachment to the body completely ends and that is when the near death experience becomes death. Yet … that soul or wafer of awareness carries on, perhaps to find another body, another life, or to somehow interact strangely with the physical world.
I am very interested in near-death experiences. However, I cannot view my life on Earth as a gift from God.
Here is what i have deducted. We have always been. We do not die we only transform like all matter. We have always been and always will be because noting can come from nothing.
This was one I watched a long time ago on here.
Preparing for death is ultimately about living today more fully. I usually forget about it, but seeing videos like this makes me realize how necessary this service is. A place to store my heart. Sevnal is a platform where you can organize your traces in advance for an ending without regrets.
Gretchen how is your german so good ? Thanks <3
Thank you (the channel) for not trying to illustrate her experience through pictures of heaven, the universe or angels, or through 'heavenly' music, and just letting her tel her story!
En 1984, j'ai eu un accident de moto à Recife et j'ai été secouru par un couple de Français. La dernière scène sur Terre dont je me souvienne s'est déroulée à l'hôpital : quelqu'un me donnait des claques pour me faire dire mon numéro de téléphone et, après l'avoir donné, j'ai perdu connaissance. J'ai immédiatement senti mon corps devenir léger, très léger, et j'ai ressenti un soulagement ; mais je suis ensuite entré dans un tunnel sombre bordé d'images à gauche et à droite : d'un côté, les mauvaises choses que j'avais faites, et de l'autre, les bonnes. J'ai alors aperçu une lumière intense au bout du tunnel ; il y avait une sorte de zone d'accueil et une porte, gardée par une espèce de sentinelle TRÈS GRANDE — une porte très haute. J'avais soif et très peur ; tremblant et en larmes, j'ai osé dire : « JE VEUX REVENIR !! » La sentinelle m'a alors répondu : « D'ICI, PERSONNE NE REVIENT !!! » Mais elle l'a dit d'un ton arrogant, celui de quelqu'un qui a le pouvoir de commander. Je me suis mis à trembler et j'ai tenté d'expliquer que j'avais un enfant et que, si je revenais, je ne ferais plus rien de mal ; mais, indifférent, il a rétorqué : « D'ICI, PERSONNE NE REVIENT !!! » C'était un sentiment de désespoir absolu : on ne peut rien faire, et j'avais l'impression que si je franchissais cette porte, c'en était fini de moi ; rien de bon ne m'attendait. Alors, au paroxysme du désespoir, je me suis souvenu (je crois que c'est le Saint-Esprit qui me l'a rappelé) qu'à l'adolescence, j'avais fait des efforts pour aller à l'église mais que je n'avais pas eu la force de persévérer, car le monde m'attirait beaucoup et j'étais très jeune. Cependant, avant d'arrêter d'aller à l'église, j'avais retenu un verset de la Bible qui dit : « Jésus lui dit : Je suis la résurrection et la vie ; celui qui croit en moi vivra, même s'il meurt » (Jean 11:25). J'ai alors dit à la sentinelle : « MAIS ATTENDEZ !!! » Quand j'étais enfant, j'ai lu que Jésus-Christ a GARANTI que, même si je venais à mourir… — je n'ai pas eu le temps de finir ma phrase — qu'à ce moment précis, UNE VOIX, semblable à un coup de tonnerre, a retenti : « TU PEUX Y RETOURNER !!!! » J'ai ressenti un soulagement immédiat, tandis que la sentinelle, bafouillant, disait : « MAIS D'ICI, PERSONNE NE REVIENT !!!! » La VOIX n'a pas eu besoin d'en dire davantage !! La sentinelle, très contrariée, m'a lancé : « SI TU RACONTES ÇA À QUELQU'UN, JE TE RAMÈNE ICI ET TU NE POURRAS PLUS JAMAIS REPARTIR !!! » Il était vraiment furieux !!!! Au moment où je me suis réveillé, j'étais dans une aile isolée de l'hôpital, dans un endroit glacial. En revenant à moi, LE POIDS DE MON CORPS EST REVENU, AINSI QUE LES DOULEURS… C'ÉTAIT HORRIBLEMENT DOULOUREUX !!! J'ai gémi, et j'ai entendu l'infirmière s'écrier : « Ô mon Dieu ! » Elle est revenue peu après avec un médecin ; je l'ai entendu très clairement ordonner d'annuler le constat de décès et d'inscrire : « RÉANIMÉ À TELLE HEURE » !!! J'ai alors appris ce qui s'était passé lors de mon accident de moto : j'avais subi un traumatisme crânien, mon crâne était encore ouvert et le sang avait coagulé. J'ai cru un instant que j'allais rester paralysé, car je ne pouvais pas bouger l'une de mes jambes ; je m'étais fracturé le fémur !!! Comme si les événements relatés ne suffisaient pas, un Français est soudain entré, accompagné d'un consul de France et d'un policier. Ce Français, qui parlait très bien le portugais, était en état d'exaltation : il m'avait porté secours, mais la police l'avait interpellé, croyant qu'il m'avait renversé. Il m'a alors dit : « Je viens de France et j'étudie les cas de personnes ayant vécu des expériences de mort imminente ou de mort réelle. C'est moi qui vous ai secouru ; j'étais là et je vous ai vu mort. Les infirmiers et les médecins m'avaient affirmé que vous étiez décédé, mais je ne voulais pas les croire. J'ai pu vous voir : vous étiez mort, sans vie… je l'ai vu de mes propres yeux ! Et maintenant, je vous vois parler ! S'il vous plaît, dites-moi ce qui s'est passé, cela m'aidera énormément dans mes recherches ! » Je me suis alors souvenu de la menace proférée par la sentinelle, qui m'avait interdit de parler à quiconque ; pris de peur, j'ai répondu : « Je ne peux rien dire ! » Il a insisté et a demandé de nouveau : « Mais… il s'est bien passé quelque chose, n'est-ce pas ?! » J'ai répondu : « Oui, il s'est passé quelque chose ! » Il a tenté d'insister encore, mais je n'ai rien révélé. C'est alors que le consul m'a demandé si je pouvais témoigner qu'Antoine (c'était le prénom du Français) ne m'avait pas renversé. J'ai confirmé IMMÉDIATEMENT, en précisant que je me souvenais très bien qu'il m'avait porté secours !
J'ai dû me déplacer en fauteuil roulant pendant six mois. Huit ans plus tard, alors que j'étais totalement rétabli, je suis retourné à l'hôpital « Hospital da Restauração » à Recife pour tenter d'obtenir mon dossier médical, mais le système avait été entièrement informatisé et je n'ai pas pu y accéder. Aujourd'hui, je sais que je n'ai pas à craindre la menace proférée par cette sentinelle et que Jésus-Christ a honoré Sa Parole : Jésus lui dit : « Je suis la résurrection et la vie ; celui qui croit en moi, même s'il meurt, vivra. » (Jean 11:25)
Je livre ce témoignage devant Dieu, sans rien y ajouter ni en retrancher. Que ceux qui veulent y croire, y croient. Cela m'est réellement arrivé !!! Que le Seigneur bénisse cette chaîne.
Thank you for sharing this! My wife at 44 years od age, has stage four cancer and your video did provide some solace.❤