I was raised in a catholic household, but by the time I was 10 years old I was begging God to not make me face another day. I didn’t want to face the bullying, abuse, and the torture of school and an alcoholic abusive stepdad. The anger I faced everyday that I woke up soon turned to hate towards God for what my mom and little sister had to go through. I hated God so much that I cursed him and went out of my way to hurt people especially those who believed in God and Jesus Christ. I’ve always believed in God and I knew he had to exist, because of how much I hated him. You don’t hate someone that much if they’re not real. I can safely say that for the next twenty-five years or so I lived without God in my life, I fought myself, I fought everyone I met, and I fought God every day. I attempted suicide a number of times, and doctors have told me that the amount I took was enough to kill me 15 times over. I have been pronounced clinically dead three times; I had doctors tell me that there were at least half a dozen injuries and/or or illnesses from which I shouldn’t have survived. I was doing everything I could to destroy my body, my mind, and my life. 

I met a guy (who is now one of my best friends), and he asked me a little about my beliefs with God, and if I’d accepted Christ. For him I’d have to say that our first few conversations were like being in combat, I fired everything I had at him but he refused to retreat or tuck tail and run. For a couple of years our conversations were more like one long question and answer session rather than studying the bible or Christ. Every time I had a question about anything that had anything to do with God, Christ, the bible, or issues dealing with life in general, he would read parts from the bible to answer whatever it was I had asked. One evening  my best friend asked me if I was ready to accept Christ into my life and I said yes, but I always felt that while I asked Christ into my life and accepted Him as my Lord and Savior it was always at arm’s length. I think back now and I don’t think that I truly allowed God to come all the way into my heart and soul. But that was about to change. 

In 1996 I was injured at work, and I had to go through seven surgeries on my back and neck. I had so much pain from the injury and surgeries that I’d been on all the different Tylenols with codeine, fentanyl patches, morphine pump, and oxycontin/oxycodone. By 2002 my back had deteriorated to a point where I was no longer able to walk, or feel anything from the waist down, and became wheelchair bound. Between 2002 and 2015 I had unknowingly been exposed to a hazardous material. It affected my lungs, esophagus, bladder, stomach and kidneys. I was dying, slowly and painfully, and my family, my friends and I all knew it.  

In December of 2015 our grandson came to us with a broken leg. He was only two months old and this was the second fracture of the same bone in the same location. He was taken by the state, and placed in our home until the state could investigate the matter. His leg was in a cast from his toes up to the middle of his thigh. He wasn’t able to move, sleep flat in a bed, or even be comfortable due to the injury, the cast and its weight. So he would sleep on my chest, or rocking in my arms. I had been awake for almost six days taking care of him when my wife’s day off came around and I got around four or five hours of sleep. I had been up for another six days, when I finally broke down and prayed to God the Father. I said that “I don’t know what all you want me to do, but I will do whatever you want for this child”. “I will love him, care for him, and teach him”. “I’ll make him my own if that’s what you want, but I can’t do it this way. I can’t do it alone and not as I am”. A couple more days past and everything was about to change.

It was the first weekend in January 2016. I was sitting in my recliner and my grandson was in a carrier/rocker next to me. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember the dream. 

In the drean I saw myself laying in an emergency room bed with the IV’s, monitors, doctors, and nurses all around me. I could hear the beeping of the monitor, and the doctors giving orders. I saw the nurses moving about, and everything that was going on around the room, but I was watching everything over their shoulders. I moved around the room, watched what was happening and all of it was from eye level just as if I was one of the people in the room. Then the monitor started making a long continuous beep and one of the doctors said “that’s it, he’s gone.” I watched as the people all start leaving and then a nurse  brought my wife in. She drops down on to her knees and is crying hysterically with her face in her hands. I’m standing in front of her trying to get her attention. I say to her “no, no it’s okay, they’ve made a mistake I’m not dead”. “Look I’m right here in front of you look up, it’s okay, it’s okay”. I put the palms of my hands up to my face to wipe my eyes and when I looked down at my hands they were covered with blood. The blood was running down my forehead into my eyes.  I feel that the blood was a symbol as to where the vision was coming from. Christ's crown of thorns left blood running down into His eyes so I felt it was a sign to me who the vision was coming from, but that's just my feelings.  

Then everything goes black. I don’t mean everything got dark, I mean everything was black. There was no light, no sound, no smells, no feeling, there was nothing And that is what death is -- it’s nothing. My body was totally and completely limp, my arms and legs just hung down and my head was dropped back. It felt like I was being lifted up by something that was coming from the lower end of my sternum and I was just hanging by it but it didn’t hurt. It was just a very strange feeling sort of like having your whole body asleep hanging there like dead weight. 

Then I saw a very bright light with a blue tint to it. The light wasn’t painful to my eyes, and it felt warm and loving. I felt safe, and such joy, and happiness that I can’t even begin to describe. There are no words in any language to describe the beauty, and the love, and joy I felt. I could see a black line like a horizon line way off in the distance. You could walk forever towards that line and you’d never reach it and you’d never be out of that beautiful light. I saw what I call angels. They were like people but not with a physical body, they were more like energy that were made of love. And everyone was like family; everyone knew each other and loved each other. There was no sadness, no sorrow, no pain or suffering; it was truly heaven. 

That’s when my grandson started crying. I was trying to wake up but I wasn’t able to get my eyes and arms to work right and I ended up falling into the door frame while trying to get into my wheelchair. My wife came and grabbed our grandson to care for him and was telling me to crawl back over and get into my recliner or she was going to have to call the rescue/fire department to come and get me up. After my wife took care of our grandson she came and asked me if I was okay, and I asked her how I got here. She wasn’t sure what I meant and I started to explain the dream and how I died, the IV’s and everything else. She told me that I hadn’t been outside the house in a couple of days because of the snow. She showed me the front porch and how there  were no tire tracks from my chair, but I just kept on telling her how I died and how I wanted to go back. I wanted to go back to where I was because I didn’t hurt there and how great it was. 

My wife had to leave for work, but before she left she made me promise to stay here. I still wanted to go back to where the light was, but I agreed to stay. I don’t know how long but she told me that she turned around at some point and came back to the house. In that period of time (less than half an hour) I had the exact same dream (vision) again from beginning to end. Everything was exactly the same, the hospital, my death, the black, and then the light. When my wife got home she came in to wake me up to asked me to come out to the living room because she wanted to talk to me about my dream. It took me a couple of minutes to get myself together. I stood up and started walking down the hallway, and when my wife saw me walking she jumped up and came running over to me asking me “what  are you doing”? I told her that “you said you wanted to talk so I was coming to talk”. She said “no, I mean walking, you’re actually walking”. “You haven’t walked in fourteen years, what are you doing”? She asked me “didn’t you see the wheelchair next to your recliner”? I said “yes, but I wasn’t sure what it was for”. I asked her why I was sleeping in the recliner and she told me that I have not been able to sleep laying down in a bed for over ten years, that I couldn’t breathe and the pain was too much for me to take. I walked down to the bedroom and lay down in bed without any problems or pain. Over the next few days we discovered that every one of my medically diagnosed health issues were  totally gone. I could walk, the problems with my lungs, esophagus, bladder, kidneys, everything was gone. I was cured.  

I was examined by a number of doctors, a physician’s assistant, a nurse practitioner, and psychologist; one was the doctor who was managing my pain medications. When I stood up he about fell over. When I told him about the vision he told me that it was a real miracle. That this was not something that doctors could repair or medicine could fix. When I told him that I had stopped all the pain medications  the day of the vision and that I had no withdrawal symptoms or ill effects, he told my wife and I “that that alone should have killed  you”. He told us that you can’t just stop taking opioids without being weaned off of them. I answered him by saying "no, it's a gift - the miracle is that God could love someone like me enough to give me such a gift.  I feel it is important for people to understand that what we are given (our lives and everything in it) is a gift. God's love for us (all of us) is the true miracle. The others have been and continue to be amazed by the story and what’s come about.  

Since that day in January 2016 I’ve continued to receive visions of things to come (a couple of the visions already have). I spoke with a lady who was having personal and relationship problems. Within a couple of days she was out of the relationship, talking with her priest, and trying to mend her relationship with her family. She asked my wife what I did and she told her that I had talked with God the Father about her. Now I know a person can argue that she worked the problems out on her own, and I agree she could have, but why didn’t she do it before? One of our neighbors was really frazzled,  as her baby was non-stop crying in pain and I asked the mom what was wrong, she told me that her baby had diaper rash real bad that nothing was working to stop it. I asked her if I could hold her baby for a minute and she handed me her child. I held her baby for a couple of minutes and then handed him back to her. The next day she asked me what I did, that the diaper rash was completely gone. She told me she hadn’t seen a doctor or used any new ointments and she really wanted to know what I did. So I told her I didn’t do anything. I spoke to God the Father and He did what it was He felt needed to be done. 

I continue to speak to God for people; I continue to receive messages from God and visions of things. I’ve been shown heaven and I’ve been shown hell, I’ve seen what is coming for this country and the world. I don’t have dates and times because God wants each of us to make a choice. A choice to accept God and Christ as our Lord and Savior or not -- to it’s up to us. Think of it like this; if you knew that a storm was going to hit your house on this exact date at this exact time when would you prepare for it? Would you prepare for it now, or seek shelter from it five minutes before it hits? Now is the time to prepare, not when you’re staring down the funnel of the tornado. 

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Dave, 

Thanks for sharing your remarkable experience with nderf.org!  I have several questions that I would appreciate your answering: 

I understand that you did not walk for 14 years until your dream, and then you were suddenly walking.  Prior to your dream did you have any leg strength at all or were you totally paralyzed in the legs? 

After you recovered your ability to walk, how much strength did you have in your legs, as in (such as) a little, a moderate amount, a lot, or back to normal strength?  Did you do any physical therapy with your legs after you recovered your ability to walk? 

Thanks again for sharing such a remarkable account! 

Kindest regards, 

-Jeffrey

The night of my vision when I took my first steps I was a little wobbly, but I was able to walk from the bedroom to the living room (about 30 feet). I was pretty much exhausted after it but I did make it without falling. Now I use a cane sometimes, but I'm able to walk around the neighborhood and I can run (sort of) for short distances.  

I didn't go through any kind of physical therapy or exercise programs, and to this day the only exercise I do is to walk, stand, and play with my boys. 

I look at what God gave me as a gift, and like any gift you can do good with it or bad. I consider it more like a divine healing rather than a spontaneous healing. I didn't pray or meditate on healing my body. It didn't come about over a period of time but in one night and one vision. All the doctors that I was seeing at the time told me that my walking was medically and physically impossible. That nerves don't rejuvenate by themselves, and there is nothing that can cure overnight. I don't think that what I experienced was an out of body experience based on the number of near death experience elements that I had the night of my healing. I received eleven of the elements, the only element I didn't have was the life review. 

I've had probably 2 dozen prophetic visions, some have already come true. I've received countless messages that I see as from God. They're biblical in meaning but aren't quotes. For example I described the lady who interviewed me from a vision I had to Bob Wernecke before she contacted me. I had seen her and knew her approximate age, hair length and color of hair. I continue to receive the visions, and messages from God. 

Sincerely,