Atheist Dies; Shocked by Who She Met on the Other Side (Powerful NDE)

Nancy Rynes, an atheist and scientist, had an NDE (Near-Death Experience) after being hit by an SUV while riding her bike, where she went to Heaven and met God and an angel. An NDE (Near-Death Experience) occurs when someone dies, is revived, and learns there is life after death. Nancy's NDE (Near-Death Experience) was a life-altering experience that changed her entire life.

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[tiresmoke]

These videos are changing my life. I've been a selfish jerk and I'm going to fix that. And I'm raising my baby angel the right way.

[janarountree]

My son was murdered Halloween of 2022. I heard his voice loud and clear. Mom and I were crying in the backyard and he said Mom I'm sorry, tell grandma and everyone I'm sorry. He said it's beautiful and there's angels. God is real.

[maryharrington]

Found your site... My husband of 50 years died last year. I have never believed people who say they had "visions", etc. But a month after his death, when I was asleep, I saw him and heard him say, "Hi, honey!" It was HIS voice; I knew that. I began to cry, "I had a bad dream; I dreamed you died." He said, "No, honey, I am OK." He climbed into bed with me and I put my head on his shoulder and fell back asleep. In the morning I woke up and wondered if I was now dreaming.. or had been dreaming. But it was not like a dream.. you know that dreams are fragmented when you wake up...not making much sense. This was not an hallucination, nor a dream. He was there. It is a comfort to me that my beloved is ok and that I will see him again one day.
Glad you posted.

[CH-tvzr]

Best interviewer ever! You didn't interrupt or add or hinder her, just allowed her to tell her story. Nice job! 😊

[jackiemarch]

I’d like to share how I feel…sorry! I’ve explored this stuff all my adult life (I’m in my seventies now) and how sad I am that people (friends) don’t want to know! I very rarely share what I’ve learned and understood over six decades and today I heard, yet again ‘Do you believe that stuff’?! I know it doesn’t matter at all, but I find it sad and a bit lonesome! These stories are so uplifting that they help me to carry on here on planet earth. Thank you.

[everythingshanae]

After getting baptized in 2018. I started having doubts that I was saved because I didn’t feel different. I prayed for God to confirm that I am saved because I believe in him and his word. He came to me in a dream. It felt so real like I was literally there. It was the day of judgement and everyone who accepted Jesus was being gathered. I was worried that I wouldn’t get to the other side and kept looking for familiar faces in the crowds. I was standing away from him and he turned around and said “what are you doing over there, you are mines. I will never forget the joy I felt of being spoken to by God himself. That confirmation has changed my life forever and I have devoted my life to show others that God is real and the only way to his salvation is through his son Jesus Christ. Be blessed God loves you all ❤️🙏🏾

[PhillipLWilcher]

I lost my father to dementia on August 20th 2022. He was several months shy of his 100th birthday. He died in my arms at hospital. I was his full-time carer for 12 years. I had lived with him all my life. During his life, I never heard my father speak of anything spiritual, no mention of Heaven, not until his final days. During the last four days of his month-long stay at hospital, I stayed with him in his room 24/7, never leaving his side. I kept a journal, detailing his final hours. Here are my notes from that journal which I used for my eulogy at his funeral:

His voice is veiled as he asks me to help him to stand up, he wants to go home.

"Help me stand up" he says, "I want to go home. My mother will be wondering where I am!"

Even if I could help him to stand up, he is so physically weak and depleted now, that I think we both would fall.

Late yesterday afternoon, when I was about to leave him for the day, I asked him if he minded that I should go, assuring him as I do every day that I will see him again in the morning.

"If I am here ..." he replies.

"Where else would you be?" I ask him.

"In Heaven!"

How his broken voice it breaks me and so, I arrange with hospital staff for me to stay with him the night. Several hours earlier he had told me that there were people gathering about us in his room. Looking to either side of me, firstly over my left shoulder and then to my right, they who were there not for me but only him were dressed in white.

"Do you recognize any of them?" I ask him.

He raises a boney finger and replies: "Just one!"

I ask him who the person is that he recognises and he tells me that it is himself.

"What age are you?" I ask him.

"I am 15!"

At the time of writing this, I have been by his side a full thirty-four and a half hours.

Inasmuch does his mind meander, I am never not so knowing of what he means.

"Lift me up, I want to go home!" he says over and over: "I want to go home!"

Holding his hand, I tell him that although I cannot lift him up physically, I can at least lift him up toward Spirit, and I place my other hand at where his heart is and say to him: "Home is where your heart is! If you live within the home that is your heart, you will always have Love; you will always know Love: God's Love!"

"I want to go home!"

Massaging his chest gently in a clockwise rotation, because the motion of Life is always forward even after Death, yet without actually lifting my hand from his ever weakening heart, I lean forward and whisper into his ear that he can go.

"Go home! You do not have to stay, just know that I love you!"

"And I love you!"

He is even weaker now but not yet gone, and I do not think that I have ever known of a moment so innocent as this, the lingering of a Life as do the Guardians of Love they prepare His way.

His doctor visits with me. She is concerned for me that I have stayed the night, telling me I need to look after myself.

Squeezing his hand a little tighter in mine I look at her and say: "I Am"

Another day passes during whose time he is bathed twice in his bed, first in the morning and then again at night: Bed Bath Lite. The ritual of cleansing a rite of passage now, water, glycerin, gels and fragrant oils, they do not soil the sheets but soothe his skin, tissue-paper thin.

He breathes in and breathes out ever more purposefully on the exhale, and I copy the sequence of sighs sorrowfully, that none too cold each pant becomes, nothing so irregular, not just yet. I would bet myself he would live another year but for my fear the end is near we both do know it, and I think to myself how stealthily the dusk does creep before the breaking of each new dawn a waking day, how we live to die and die to live reborn.

With his cheek resting softly upon the pillow I lay my head at his side. He places his hand on my head and touches my hair. and I want more than anything for him to keep it there.

As his breathing becomes more shallow I chant: "Everything I am is of you; all my love is yours!" "Everything I am is of you; all my love is yours!" but then to add: "If you take my heart with you when you go, my love will be with you and forever more, because of the love I give to you are you a part, two soles, one heart!"

I dim the light to dull the play of shadows upon his features that I see only myself in him now.

And then, at the eleventh hour of my stay this day he takes his last breath and quietly slips away, into the silent land where there is only Love and Time it has no borders, bound not by night neither lit by day, only Love! Love has sped him away!

(Leslie James Wilcher 16.01.1923 - 20.08.2022)

[Roylamx]

My best friend was killed in a car crash when I was 21. A while later he came to me in a dream, smiling and glowing like an angel at a time when my life was wrapped in stress and despair. Seeing his beautiful shining, smiling face told me I was going to be OK and I didn't need to stress. It was truly a beautiful experience I will never forget until I see him again when I go home.

[aw]

My dad is in hospice and will die soon. This beautiful testimony gives me hope and a small reprieve from the deep saddness. Thank you.

[jeffveron]

Life is a school, not a courtroom. So stop feeling judged and start learning life’s lessons ❤️

[dannyhalfmann]

My brother is an atheist. 😢 I'm sending your story to him. The college he attended 50 years ago turned him from a strong Christian to an atheist. I pray your story can change that. To anyone who reads this, please say a pray for me that it works.

[JeremyMasters]

I had one out of body experice while i was in jail while sleep, and it was amazing. I got free for one night and really felt free for a night when inwoke up. I got to see my parents while they were sleeping and it felt so comforting.

[rachaelrose]

After my mom died and all I could do was lock myself in my bathroom and cry and in that moment all I could think is praising God through the pain is what gets you through the storm . And as I began to stand and worship him for blessing me with such a good mama. All of a sudden I could hear her sing at the top of her lungs" Thank God I am free free free of this world of sin" ! I will love and cherish that forever!

[RealDealWillieWill]

When my father passed I had the pleasure to see him in paradise. I went through a life review except ot was every single moment we ever had together flashed before me and next thing I know I was in a Beautiful field everything was alive. The air the dirt the grass the sky the trees everything was alive and everything vibrated so much that it sounded like music. I call it the heavenly choir. And I saw my dad in the field it was like he was 100 yards away but right in front of me at the same time. And he said look Raybo I have my legs and he was so happy and whole. And I said I see you dad I see you and boom my eyes opened I sat up in bed and instantly said to myself my dad is dead. I got up took a shower and was headed out the door when I got the call from my brother in law saying he had passed. I've had several other NDE type events and I know like I know like I know that heaven is real. God is real! I Love everyone and even though life is hard I appreciate it. Love to anyone who takes the time to read this. ❤

[noelleone]

Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

[ilikefun]

I’ve watched a couple of NDE testimonies on this channel and what strikes me most is how these individuals from such different walks of life now shine fom within. Such peace, such joy, and so articulate about what they’ve learned. I’m thankful for what they have to share.

[sandymacpherson]

My mother was a fairly hard nosed journalist whose only nod to religion was midnight service at Christmas. When we were young kids, she had an NDE during surgery, and magnanimously elected to return and to raise her brood. Much later in life, some time before Cancer claimed her, I moved in to keep her company and provide her pain relief injections, and one day she told me about the NDE. Her chief recollections of her visit to the "other side" were the sheer beauty of the flowers, the landscape and the music that she had seen and heard there. As a keen gardener and a good pianist she was probably well qualified in both areas, and without being in any rush, she was never fearful of death, thereafter.

[mybellegirls]

When she said, “Our conscience survives.”, a bond was established. I have always believed this. I don’t fear death. Love, empathy, and caring is the way.

[desdigitallyextractedstere]

Beautiful story and so inspiring. I'm so happy people share their NDE experiences with others because it does bring peace of mind.

[hongkongerin]

Today marks the 2nd anniversary of my father's passing. Thank you, Shaman Oaks. Your channel has helped me through some of the darkest moments, and has given me some glimpses of hope to carry on. Warmest greetings from Hong Kong ❤