A close and very dear friend told me this story, it is from a real person whom I know and wishes to remain anonymous.

When I was little girl, about the age 4 or 5, I was virtually starved to death and extremely abused. Getting out of bed one morning I collapsed and died.

I remember going up, up, up and it was so peaceful, overwhelming peace like I have never felt before, and I never wanted it to end.

Then I heard a voice calling me back, and I could see myself lying on the floor in my bedroom. 

And there was a man who could only be described as an angel with dark hair and a beard dressed in white, the brightest white I had ever seen,  and he had hand on my right shoulder, and there was a woman with blonde hair kneeling beside him with her hand on my left shoulder with her head down as if she was praying for me.

He spoke to me without moving his lips but I heard every word he said and he told me it wasn’t time to go that I had to come back and I told him, “no, I don’t want to go back.”

And the next thing I knew, I woke up on my floor and they were gone, and I remember saying “don’t leave me.“ There are no words to describe the kind of Peace that felt that day.  And I have never felt that kind of Peace again.