A personal testimony by Donna Koziol (coinciding with her article in the Chimes, March 2021)
Forty years ago, having managed right royally to screw up my life – and the lives of those near and dear to me – I had a weird experience that though improbable-sounding, was exceptionally real for me.
One night, lying in bed, my soul – I suspect tortured and disgusted by the mess I’d made of my life – left my body (an attempt to escape? seek relief? go ‘home’?).
I found myself travelling through a dark place – no light, but warm, and ‘textured’; a feeling like dense-piled, warm, black velvet. [Because it was completely black and warm, I thought perhaps I’d arrived in Hell… which I rather felt I deserved.]
Read the complete testimony HERE.
Forty years ago, having managed right royally to screw up my life – and the lives of those near and dear to me – I had a weird experience that though improbable-sounding, was exceptionally real for me.
One night, lying in bed, my soul – I suspect tortured and disgusted by the mess I’d made of my life – left my body (an attempt to escape? seek relief? go ‘home’?).
I found myself travelling through a dark place – no light, but warm, and ‘textured’; a feeling like dense-piled, warm, black velvet. [Because it was completely black and warm, I thought perhaps I’d arrived in Hell… which I rather felt I deserved.]
Read the complete testimony HERE.
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