let me preface this story by saying it doesn't matter if you believe in an afterlife or not, makes no difference to me. In 1968 I died in an emergency room.I came out of my body and looked down to see all the staff rushing around, because hey! this guy just died. When I died there was no white bearded man balancing my scales. When you die you judge yourself, all that ego bulls*t is gone and what you left with is the truth of how you succeeded and how you failed as a human being. And it's your failures, whew, they hurt. Heaven is a wonderful place, the downside is you can't get that stupid smile off your face. Well down a country dirt road I was approached by my great grandfather (I actually knew him in real life) he met me and told me that
it wasn't my time yet and I had to go back.The next thing I knew I was being revived in the emergency room. Earth time is meaningless in the afterlife. What seemed like a good walk around heaven was probably a minute or less in the emergency room.
Well it changed the way I live my life...I'm Gods side this go round. P.S. When and if you get there look up little Asian guy, he's got a 4-5 stool counter, makes some great food. I recommend it.