Near Death Miracle Stories

Anita Moorjani’s Near Death Experience clears in 4 days, grade 4B lymphoma cancer

by on Oct.03, 2011, under Divine Intervention, Near Death Miracle Stories, VIDEOS

There is healing available to everyone! Enjoy this wonderful video about Anita’s Near Death Experience and healing of lymphoma cancer.  Click here to read more about Anita’s Near Death Experience

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    I Let God Have Total Control

    by on Feb.12, 2011, under Healing Miracles Stories, Near Death Miracle Stories, Power of Prayer Miracle Stories

    On may 28, 2008, my life changed. I became mysteriously ill. My whole body was swollen, blurred vision with swollen shut eyes to the point I couldn’t see, fluid all over my body. I was at two hospitals. In one of them, the medical workers made several mistakes with my care also causing a severe injury to my right arm and hand.

    Their were several physicians and specialists working hard to diagnose my condition. All kinds of test, ultrasounds, scans, x-rays, but they couldn’t figure it out. From may 28, 2008 to august 12, 2008 was how long I stayed in the hospital. I was really ill and sick to the point where I didn’t think I was going to make it. I’m tearing up as I type because it was an emotional roller coaster but a spiritual journey.
    Although everyone was puzzled about my condition, even me, I knew that the one thing for sure was that God, my Lord and savior was in control of my life. As I laid there in that hospital bed day and night, I prayed, meditated and spoke to God reflecting on my life, trials and tribulations.

    I believe I had an out of body experience with a peaceful bright light pure moment. I made up in my mind that I was going to let go and let God! I started making peace and preparation mentally to God that if it was my time to go in his plan, I will trust him.

    That being said, I knew my life had purpose and that he wasn’t through with me yet. When I let God have total control, I started to make progress and improve. Giving God high praise for His grace and mercy for me. All the prayers from family, friends the medical staff and complete strangers helped throughout this ordeal.

    I don’t know why I suddenly became so ill that year, and doctors not giving me a diagnosis, but I trust God’s plan because I never would have made it without him and his son Jesus! There’s a saying that “God works in mysterious ways and he’s a miracle worker”. I know because I’m a living testimonial miracle, thank you God, thank you Jesus!

    I just wanted to tell my story and testify to others to have faith in God’s plan! Thank you for listening!

    This miracle story was submitted by “C.R.” from TN

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      Through God, All Things Are Possible

      by on Jan.03, 2008, under Healing Miracles Stories, Near Death Miracle Stories, Personal Transformation Miracle Stories, Sports Miracle Stories, VIDEOS

      A month after I graduated high school in 2004, I was coming home from swim practice and was involved in a near fatal car accident with a dump truck. The impact of the crash violently ripped my heart across my chest, shattering my ribs/clavicle/pelvis, collapsing my lungs, damage to every single organ and failure of my kidneys and liver, removal of spleen and gallbladder, losing 60% of my blood, severe nerve damage to my left shoulder, and in a coma where I was on life support for over two months at Prince Georges Hospital Center in Cheverly, MD.

      I don’t have a memory of the accident, or the few days before the day of the accident.  The first thing that I remember after the collision, which is still so vivid in my mind even today, is being in this very large white tube.

      In this tube was a boy sitting to my left, and many other boys and girls on my right side (I use the term “boys and girls” because they appeared to be my age); I didn’t know why I was there or how I even got there in the first place.  The more I sat there, the more I was able to visualize my surroundings.  The boy to my left had a cell phone, and he asked me if I needed him to call anyone for me.  I told him “yes, can you call my parents and tell them that I love them.”

      The next thing that I remember is waking up in a hospital bed, chemically paralyzed and hooked up to all these machines.  Through all the buzzes and beeps going off from the medical equipment that was saving my life at that instant, I could hear my mom and dad telling me in between dramatic pauses of crying hysterically that I was going to be okay.

      Only moments before I believe I was waiting in line to meet my final judgment, but it must have not been my time.  Moments later, I had come back to life.  This was just the beginning of my suffering.

      I died eight times while I was in the intensive care unit and even when I woke up from my coma, I couldn’t talk or communicate. The day that they knew that I would live, was the day that I either left my room in a wheelchair or a body bag. As far as the future, it didn’t exist. Walking was never going to happen again due to all the extreme injuries and because of the shattered pelvis. The thought of swimming was just that, only a thought. Just like my body, my dreams were shattered.   But, I didn’t give up because I knew that God had a plan for me.

      After spending two months in a coma, 14 operations, 36 blood transfusions, 13 plasma treatments, I lost a total of 100 pounds and had to go to a rehabilitation center in Baltimore. I had to learn how to talk, eat, walk, shower, and live independently again. After that agonizing experience, I had to go to outpatient therapy in Waldorf, MD.

      After spending a few months in a wheelchair, I took baby steps to walk on my own.  It was a miracle that I could walk again, but I wanted to prove the doctors wrong and not only walk, but run.

      After I accomplished that, I wanted to get back in the pool again. After a few lung tests, I was able to go in the pool a little bit each week. Before the accident I had three goals: to go to college, swim on the team, and compete in an ironman triathlon one day.

      After a few months of swimming a few laps here and there with my training partner and good buddy, Sam Fleming, I decided that I was not going to let my injuries stop me from living my dream, and six months after that I began my freshman year at St. Mary’s College of Maryland and also was one of the swimmers to watch on the team.

      It’s very easy to go through and list these facts and make it look like everything just seemed to easily fall in it’s own perfect little place, but the truth of the matter is that it didn’t.  It wasn’t easy, not then, and not now.  The pain and the agony was real and it existed all the way through, in the good times and the very bad.

      It was not an easy situation to be in where you’re laying in a bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing that your life is over while your looking at a priest give you the last rights.

      I thought to myself over and over, why this situation had to happen to me.  I was always a good kid, received good grades in school, and went to church.  Why would something as horrific as this happen to me?  Why would God allow this?  I went on and on for days asking why?  And, then it hit me.  All that thinking and pondering on the what-if scenario’s and the questionable doubt only stirred up another question – why was I saved?  I didn’t have anymore questions after that.  I know what my purpose in life finally is.

      With the 50 year life expectancy I was given from the doctors, I am just trying to live each day to the fullest and motivate and hopefully inspire other people, in their lives and in the faith. I have been labeled on several occasions that I am “Lazarus-like” because God brought me back to life.

      To inspire even more, I just successfully completed the Steelhead 70.3 half-ironman race in Michigan a few months ago, and was also given the inspirational athlete media slot to compete in the 2007 Ford Ironman World Championship where my story and race footage was broadcast in the Ironman show premiere as the main feature on NBC on Dec. 1.  See video below:

      My story is about the recovery and the comeback, but I want to make it much more than that, I want to make a positive impact on the world. I am just trying to live each day to the fullest and motivate and hopefully inspire other people through my endeavors to never give up on their dreams, and to never stop believing in their faith in God no matter how bad a situation is because everything happens for a reason.

      I remember when I was still in my hospital bed in ICU, I would have my mom and dad push me around in my wheelchair to the other rooms in the unit to see the other patients and talk to them and their families; it didn’t matter if the other patients were unconscious or comatose because I just wanted to talk to them, especially since there was always that possibility that they could hear me.

      I wanted to let them know that everything was going to be okay, somehow things would work out for the best. I prayed with them, I said prayers for them, I tried to give them hope. I believe that my purpose in life is to bring hope to those who need it most and through my past accomplishments, I have been able to have the positive mindset to keep pushing through over all these obstacles and find my way in life.

      Besides the ironman and triathlons, I’m doing a lot of work now with motivational speaking, the American Red Cross as being a spokes model, as well as the Brain Injury Association of America, and possibly the American Heart and Lung Association because I feel that this is how I can use my story as a means of helping others.

      I competed in Kona, Hawaii in the 2007 Ford Ironman World Championship two months ago as the inspirational athlete media slot with only six weeks of training (in the entire sport of triathlon) and I was one of the main features on the 2007 Ironman show that premiered Dec. 1st. With Mark Allen as my coach, I plan on returning to Kona in the next few years on my own abilities to continue my life long quest of one day breaking the swim course record and hopefully winning the Ford Ironman World Championship. These are big goals but the saying goes, “Through God, all things are possible” and that statement is the story of my life.

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        God Allowed Me To Live Three Times

        by on Sep.19, 2007, under Angel Miracle Stories, Healing Miracles Stories, Near Death Miracle Stories, Power of Prayer Miracle Stories

        God allowed me to live three times.

        The second time was in July, 2000.  I’d been really sick for months and months and all I could eat was yogurt and fruit cocktail and green beans.  I was in the hospital  in June 2000 for 10 plus days.  I passed bile from both ends for most of those days.

        The Chief of the hospital told my husband and me that it was my gall bladder, but they couldn’t operate because my gall bladder wasn’t showing up as bad.  I signed myself out because I decided I could go home and die.  They weren’t doing anything for me there.

        By the end of the next month, July, 2000, I went to a doctor’s appointment and my white blood count went to 20,000.  The first time I’d been hospitalized in June, it was 15,000.  I’d also like to say, the first time I went into the hospital, I’d driven myself there and had my father-in-law with me because it was his appointment day, not mine.

        My doctor saw me in the waiting room and asked me what I was doing there and I told him I brought my father-in-law for his appointment.  He said while you are here, let me check your white blood count, and that’s when it was 15,000.

        My father-in-law was stranded.  It was about an hour and a half drive from home so my husband had to come get my father-in-law.  Then, on the July visit, I’d had an appointment with the eye doctor.  I was out of my acid reflux medicine and went to my clinic to have it refilled.

        My doc came out and said while you are here, let me check your white blood count.  It was 20,000 and again, I drove myself to the hospital.  My doctor informed me that there were no surgeons on duty at the VA hospital and he transported me to a civilian hospital (Rowan) there in Salisbury.

        The doctor was waiting for me in the ER.  He immediately sent me for an ultra sound and gave me a Demerol shot because by the time they finished the ultra sound which is not painful at all, it did leave me in pain because of the pushing of the instrument on my stomach around the gallbladder.

        When the Dr. came in, he asked me if I had any family with me and I said no, but my husband was on his way because my VA doctor called him.  The Dr. said it was my gall bladder and he said he was going to try to do my surgery the next day in the morning, but if he could get the crew together he wanted he’d do it at midnight.  At the time he told me this, it was approx. 4:30 pm.

        He kept coming in and asking me if my husband had gotten there yet.  I said no.  Finally at 5:45 pm, my husband arrived and my Dr. came in and asked if it was my husband.  I introduced the Dr. to my husband, they shook hands and the Dr. said kiss her good-bye we are going in now to take her gall bladder out.

        That was a far cry from midnight or early in the morning.  He explained to my husband that it was a 45 min. surgery and I’d be in recovery about that long and if I did well, I could go home the next morning and he said if my gall bladder wasn’t inflamed he was going to use laser.

        While on the operating table, both my lungs collapsed, my gall bladder was gangrene, and ruptured and dead.  I also got pleurisy and pneumonia in both lungs.  When the surgery was over, the Doctor told my husband I was not going to make it. I had to go on life support for a few days, then when I wasn’t doing much better, they went ahead and took me off. They never even bothered to put me in ICU.

        By the grace of God, I lived and I got out of the hospital 8 days later.  The Lord has been good to me.  That was not my first miracle for myself.  My first miracle happened years before, in 1976 I had a head-on collision going 60 mph.

        I lived and had a broken neck, but didn’t know my neck had been broken until over 20 plus years later.  I knew I was hurt at the time, but there was no technology to see a hairline fracture in 1976, like there is today.  My head bobbed like the little dogs that people have in their cars.

        I praise God for both those miracles and for the one I just got.  And the most recent miracle came just a month ago.  There were 2 nodules found on my left lung that the doctor thought was suspicious.  The “C” word was never used.  I went into the hospital on Aug 16, and had the surgery to remove those nodules that day.  I had to go on life support because it was my lungs they were operating on and the ventilator helped me breathe until I could do it on my own.

        I got through the surgery just fine and the nodules were benign, praise the Lord!!!  I did alright for a couple of days off the life support.  But, after that, I couldn’t breathe right and I had a fever of 104, they packed me in ice and I caught sepsis and also pneumonia and was put on life support again.

        I saw angels in my room, 3 on the right side and 1 on the left side of my room, and I saw white angels guarding the gates of Heaven and I saw the most beautiful white light coming out of the top of the gates that these huge angels were guarding.

        It was a gut wrenching experience because God allowed me to live and He also allowed me a glimpse of glory. It was so amazing that the first week I tried to talk about it, I couldn’t do it without crying and sobbing my heart out.

        The doctors gave me a 50-50 chance. Because of the Lord and His love for me, His child, I lived. I love the Lord with all my heart and soul.  I was in the hospital for about 16 days with 14 of them in ICU.  I give all the glory to the Lord for loving me enough to let me live through all these things.

        I also praise Him for allowing me to have angels to watch over me and protect me and I am so blessed to be able to see a glimpse of Heaven.  God is truly wonderful and loving and kind.  Most of all, He is real, very real and I was on lots of prayer lists and I feel like every prayer that went up for me is why I am here today recuperating.

        These three miracle stories were submitted by “L.C.” in MS

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          I Spoke With My Deceased Father While I Was In A Coma

          by on Mar.19, 2007, under Near Death Miracle Stories

          It was May 28th 2005.  I was having a normal great day.  My life seemed great as I was getting ready to leave for vacation with my wife and son.  Before we left I decided to take a quick ride on my new ATV my wife had bought for me.  Waving goodbye I never expected my life would never be the same in only 15 min.

          When I picked up my neighbor he asked if he could drive.  As I sat on the back of my ATV,  he ran into a concrete pole going 50 mph. I woke up 3 months later to somewhere I didn’t know or understand.  I was told I was in a coma and I’d never walk or see again.  Hitting the concrete pole crushed my skull and reconstructive surgery was needed.

          Somewhere between hitting the pole and coming out of coma I spoke with my deceased father and what he told me will forever be in my heart.  He said he loved me and so did God.  He told me to back home and raise my son as he raised me.  My surroundings were absolutely beautiful I didn’t want to leave but I did as I was told and opened my eyes to being in the hospital hooked up to machines keeping me breathing.

          I   didn’t know my wife or son for the next month but slowly I started to remember.  Today I’m home…walking,talking,doing all the things the doctors said I’d never do.  The power of God was more than any of them knew.  Like in the bible when Job lost everything, he gave praise and glory and in return he received 10 fold what he started with. I too am receiving more than one man could expect.  I’m a true life miracle and one man who knows the truth is God is real and  I’m proof of it.

          This miracle story was submitted by “D.B.” from WV

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            Live Each Day Like It’s Your Last

            by on Nov.30, 2006, under Children Miracle Stories, Divine Intervention, Near Death Miracle Stories

            My parents threw a party, a little get-together with the family. I was four years old and just got done eating a wonderful plate of noodles. I wanted to go swimming in the pool now, and no on

            I swear when I was down there, I saw a light and I thought I saw Jesus who told me he didn’t want me to come to heaven yet. My sister ran in the house and called the ambulance. Thankfully there was an ambulance worker down the road who wasn’t on duty but still came and saved my life.

            If it wasn’t for her, I honestly don’t know where I would be right now. Thank you B.J.  I’m scared to tell some of my best friends, because, I don’t think they’d believe me. I know I’m just a 14 year old, and us teenagers have weird things going on, but this is a true story. And I’m the one it happened to. Now I have tears coming out of my eyes.

            I think people should pray every night. You never know when something bad is going to happen or something might happen to someone you care about. You never know what’s going to happen or even if your going to wake up the next morning, so live each day like its your last.

            This miracle story was submitted by “J.R.S.” from CT.

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              I Saw The Most Beautiful Light

              by on Oct.03, 2006, under Car Wreck Miracle Stories, Christian Miracles, Near Death Miracle Stories

              On July 17th 1990,  my abusive 1st husband and I got into a bad argument.  We both had our own Harley Davidson motorcycles. Mine was a show bike.  I had won many trophies with this motorcycle that had a special art on it and the name “destiny” across the top of the gas tank. Well I left the house due to the fighting because I  just couldn’t take the abuse anymore.

              When I walked out the door the last words I spoke were “it can’t possibly get any worse.”  I yelled that to my husband before I ran out the door.  I got on my motorcycle and  just drove.

              Less than 2 miles from home now, 11:00pm at night, I was on a main street when a van pulled right out in front of me and just stopped.  I tried to go around the back of the van, but it happened too fast.  I remember on the other side of the van was a male crossing the street so I thought it was either me or the pedestrian. I decided it had to be me.  I let the bike go.  My head hit the concrete.  I remember briefly being in an ambulance, then I was out again.

              Then I remember briefly that I was in a hospital.  I heard all the voices trying to save my life, but i let go.  I saw the most beautiful light I had ever seen.  I felt no pain, no loss.  I felt a peace I had never ever felt in life.

              Then I saw Jesus  put out his hand to me.  He was so beautiful.  I put out my hand to him, but right before our hands could hold each other, He told me it was not time, that I must go back.  I begged no….the next thing I remember was the ER doctor asking me my name.  I was so upset knowing I was back in life form, that I refused to answer the doctor.

              After that I remember a priest talking to me.  I was told by my family I was in the ICU.   I was out of it again.   I did finally wake up, but still to this day I do not know the truth of how long I was in a coma.  My family did tell me that the doctors had taken them into a special room alone and they were told I would not make it because my head and face injuries were too severe.

              After a month or more, 8 hours of surgery, 7 wonderful doctors, and seven steel plates in my head and face I am still here, and ya know what?  I even know some of the reasons now that I was sent back here.  It’s all so clear to me now.  I have been in law enforcement for a total of 19 years, and although my health is declining now,  I have helped so many people within the time from the accident till now and will continue to.

              Oh yeah, the man crossing the street, my rear foot peg injured his leg very badly, but he was O.K.  And the white van that caused all of this left the scene….never to be found.  I don’t know how he lives with himself to be honest.  But  ya  know what,  I think of how other people out their have it so much worse than me, and that keeps me going.

              It took exactly  1 year for me too heal enough to go out anywhere. Hhaving the strenth to pull through the accident gave me the courage to leave my abusive husband.  I swore to always be alone.  I just couldn’t trust men ever again. Well after 15 years of being alone I met the most wonderful man in the world.  Three  months later we were engaged, then married on July 15th,2005.

              I still am learning  (every day of my life a little more)  just why Jesus sent me back here.  The ironic part is, my husband and I met only because of the tragedies that occured on 9-11, when we recieved our marriage certificate after being stamped by the county, the time it shows it was stamped is 9:11, we both took that as a sign, but ya know what? My greatest sign of all was the night I died.  It completely changed my entire life.  I wish I could shout to the world: ” if you just love God enough and do not hurt other people, ever lasting peace will be yours for eternity.”

              This miracle story was submitted by “T” from IL.

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                God Protected Me From Being Shredded By A Tractor Mower

                by on Jun.29, 2006, under Children Miracle Stories, Near Death Miracle Stories

                When I was six years old my dad was mowing the lawn and he had hooked up the wagon to pull us three kids (my brother, sister and I) behind him on his riding lawn mower.  My dad did this often and it was nothing new for us. He was always very careful and checked on us often.

                When my dad was done he stopped the tractor and I stood up. When he had discovered that he missed a spot, he started up the tractor mower again and I fell out of the back of the wagon.   He backed over me not knowing I had fallen out. After realizing what had happened he drove forward flew off the tractor and to my aid.

                I remember him grabbing me and taking me inside.  My parents had to cut my pants off of me.  My legs had been beneath the mower deck and my pants were shredded to pieces, my head had been beneath the rear tire of the tractor. When I went to the hospital the only injury I had was a bruised pelvis and it prevented me from walking for three days.

                But with my body in the position that it was in, I should have been shredded and my skull crushed.  I don’t remember any pain.  The only thing I remember about being under the tractor was being outside my body watching my body be lifted off the ground and the tractor lifted away from my body.  I watched all this from away from the tractor!  God had protected me from being shredded and crushed.  With all the factors added together I should have died.

                This miracle story was submitted by “B.H.” from PA.

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