Perception and Perspective: Chapter Tripped Up! By Melissa Ann Hardin

Perception and Perspective: Chapter Tripped Up!

By Melissa Ann Hardin

The glowing room is thus: I have gone through a harrowing battle with evil that cost me my life. It was not documented or witnessed by medical staff but I was alive and fighting one minute and my heart stopped for a few minutes the next. I laid down to sleep one night at age 40 in early October 2019 and it just stopped for 3-5 minutes. Too much emotional and physical stress caused SVT (Supraventricular Tachychardia). I know the light spoken by others of but there was no tunnel or seeing my own body. I've had dreams my whole life that came true at one time or another. I have been visited by Mary who I named my youngest child for, met Lucifer and Jesus in a dream, in which Jesus sent Lucifer fleeing. I've been warned of this time period in my life by loved ones who have passed and are in heaven. Some people call it clairvoyance, precognition, or premonition. I see auras sometimes too and I have since I was very little. When my heart stopped I was very quickly in the arms of Jesus being rocked with all my tears and my broken heart. He rocked me as if I was a small child and he told me of how he understood my pain because he was a murder victim too. I was in the catholic church I grew up in and I was surrounded by people, my loved ones that were friends and family I've lost, and unfortunately there have been many and some still alive who were praying for me. We were surrounded in that wonderous light and when the tears stopped he took me on a journey. It felt like years instead of minutes. I can remember the feel of his hair, the dark curls with lighter highlights bleached from the sun, the color of his eyes that looked like Lake Tahoe with the landscape and sky reflecting on the water below. His straight nose and handsome face with honeyed complexion. He was tall and strong. My head comes up to his shoulder as an adult. I remember the feel of the cloth of his tunic he wore and the fabric of the purple sash he wore across his chest. I can remember the feel of his hands wiping away my tears and the feel of my hand in his as my brother as he walked me through Heaven. Jesus, my brother, is as real as the air I breathe. I saw the gates of strong steel or iron and pearls, 12 gates, and a city beyond with rainbow colored stones that seemed to glow. Heaven is a rainbow of light and colors. We walked through that city and the landscape beyond was an indescribeable valley of no shadows, just joy. Trees and flowers of all kinds growing abundantly in every hue in what I came to understand was Eden itself. I was held in the strong and safe arms of Michael the archangel whom my mother asked to protect me and my siblings when we were born, as a child. I could not tell you what he looked like but I called him Uncle Mike like a child would. There were children there, everywhere I looked playing innocently on the landscape and I was a child again. He told me to go play and I kissed him on his right cheek and said Thank You Uncle Mike before running into the Garden. I saw women there as adults watching over the children I knew as Jesus' mother Mary and Jesus' grandmother Anne. Simultaneously a child and an adult with all my memories in the strangest sense I've ever known. In the garden I met two little girls, daughters I miscarried when I was young. They have no names but I know them as mine and I got to meet them, hold them close and play with them. Then I sent them back to Mary and Anne's care while I ate with other children at a picnic table and we shared a meal and candy with one another. Then we were called to worship Our Father. I believe he sees us all as children. His precious children. In a throne at the center I saw the brightest, purest light I've ever known or felt that shined. Jesus at his right hand, the beasts and angels described in the revelations revealed to me with no further mystery. I saw the saints surrounding them and all of us there prostrate in worship all around that light, the glory that is the Lord. Then we prayed and we rested as children do in groups to nap. From there I walked with Jesus on a beach. I know the sands that I feel was like the Sea of Galilee beneath my bare feet. I can still feel the wind and the warmth of the sun as I twirled in play upon the beach. When I tired Jesus carried me with my head upon his shoulder, watching his footprints impressed upon the sand. I can still hear the waves and feel everything now that I did then, even the scent of salt in my nostrils. It was the most peaceful and loved I've ever felt in my life but there was a deep sadness in me at leaving my children and family behind that nagged and pulled at my existence and that's when I became an adult again and Jesus and I sat to talk on rocks beside that Sea I believe whose waves he walked upon once in the bible. He told me that I needed to go back because my children and family I gave my life for needed my help. Their lives were in danger too. I was heartbroken to leave Heaven and yet the urge to be with my children and family tugged at my soul constantly, reaching for me to return to my mortal self far below. I had to promise something, without knowing why or I would never agree. I promised I would stay with my ex-boyfriend until I would be released of my promise, no matter what, because he was one of Jesus' too. It would ensure my survival. So I promised. I hugged Jesus and then I was back in my mortal self. I awoke to hear my ex-boyfriend crying in the kitchen talking with someone about my heart having stopped and getting condolences but that it was truly beautiful the voice said. I still had my rosary in my right hand and I was clutching it to my chest. After that everything was different. I listen to that voice deep within my being that I know to be God. I understand to the depth of my soul. All the lessons I understand. Nothing fazes me, strength is and was within me to face the days ahead. Through him, in him, and with him. I had more experiences as time passed. The dangers came and went like the rhythm of the ocean waves. I have seen the timeline of the Earth while I was in Heaven. Seen the beginning of life, the exodus from above, the dance of seven veils as an onlooker, watched David dance with all his might before the Lord, seen Rahab, battles of ages old and been shown my people the Levites I may have never known I came from. I have seen the Earth pass after thousands of years in the future and the battle that awaits with Lucifer as a dragon I help the angels fight 10,000 years or more from now. I know my place in armageddon and the soul mate who stands at my back. I have seen my life flash before my eyes and the trinity appear in the sun. He has healed me, led me to Gethsemani for protection, sanctuary and livlihood, and returned everything stolen from me as he decimated the mountains and giants I faced. I look for, turn to, and call for Jesus as my savior with every cell in my body that remembers every detail and I am not alone because I am connected somehow to my soul mate I haven't had a chance to be with yet. The Lords way of keeping his promise, that person is not my ex-boyfriend whose dangers I escaped from. The peace I found at Gethsemani in atmosphere is ever within my soul as I live till my last sunset in this world, awaiting the next.

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