Story that made me believe in an afterlife. 

True story: In 2014 my mom died from breast cancer. I was with her every minute until she passed at home. A couple months ago I was driving close to a really dangerous intersection near my home. I hate this intersection. It’s an on/exit ramp for I-75 in Florida. I’m driving the speed limit headed toward the overpass/ramp, and I heard my moms voice plain as day, out loud. She said “Mandy, STOP!” I started braking and a Tesla shot off I75, seemingly out of control, and into my lane. Had I not started to brake, it would’ve hit me and my daughters at a very high rate of speed. So I’m a believer after that. I know my Mom is with me.

I am a retired hospice RN. I spent 22 years caring for those at the end of life. People would say “thank you for what you do” when they heard about my profession, but in my heart I knew that I received back 10 fold for all that I gave. Your patients change your life in an incredible way as you care for them in their death.

I was with my dad when he was in the hospital dying. Those last few days, I played Bob Seger for him over and over since he was my dad's favourite musician and just talked to him about my favourite memories. Just before he passed, I asked him to give me a sign to confirm once he got to his destination safely. My sister showed up and we said our goodbyes, and then he died. We called a cab to take us home and when we got in the back seat, none other than Bob Seger was playing on the cabbie's radio 🕊. RIP JHCV.

My dad was on hospice back in 1994 and was in a comatose state for a few weeks before he passed away. On the day he passed he was holding his arm up toward the corner of the ceiling and I thought he was waking up. I called out to him and he never responded. He smiled and spoke in a very soft voice to whatever it was he was seeing before his arm dropped and then 25 minutes later he passed away. Then about 2 months later he came to me in a dream telling me how light he felt. He was flapping his arms like a chicken flaps their wings. He said he felt very light and it was wonderful. He also stated that he never had time to tell me that he left $5,000 in his top dresser drawer in his room for me, my wife, and 2 small children at the time. I woke up and told my wife that I had a dream about my dad. I then told her about the money he said he left so we both got out of bed and went into his room and opened his top dresser drawer. I took out all the papers and books, and at the bottom of the drawer was a white envelope with our names on it. I opened the envelope and counted out exactly $5,000 in cash. Needless to say I about passed out and ever since that day I have had a fascination with life after death. I know for a fact life goes on. My mom just passed away in her sleep on 2-4-23 at 91 and I took care of her for about 20 years after her failing health. The things that have happened after she passed is beyond amazing, but too long to go into here. Life goes on and I look forward to one day seeing my mom and dad again!

I was my wife's caregiver for several years. As her health slowly spiralled down, I went thru sever depression. Being a caregiver is the hardest thing I have ever done. I felt fully responsble for my wife's life and wellbeing. Crying is something I don't easily do, but one evening, while alone, I teared up and began to cry. My mother, who had passed away 3 years earlier, spoke to me in her typical stoic way and told me "You just do the best you can for her, keep moving forward, and don't look back!" Then, a few minutes later, my father, who had passed away 6 years earlier, spoke and told me "You're doing the right thing!" I have no doubts about afterlife.

The fact that he took the time, in that moment, to do his best to show you the answer to what the two of you had been pondering shows just how much you meant to him.

I'm unable to work now due to a physical disability, but I spent 17 years as a cancer Nurse, I saw many people die, some in pain and others who were very peaceful. One that really sticks in my mind was a patient who is a Christian, I'm also a Christian. This patient (similar to the patient described in the video) was unconscious and not far from death. I prayed for her, knowing that she was also a Christian, and her family had all said their goodbyes, and as I was praying I said to her that it was ok to let go now and go home to be with our father. Even though she was unconscious she smiled the most beautiful smile as she took her last breath. She died with a smile on her face

My mother passed away after a long battle with cancer. For as long as I can remember, when the weather was nice she would sit out in the backyard in a chair and drink her morning coffee. It was a daily ritual for her. She passed away at home one evening in December, surrounded by family and her beloved pets. One morning about six months after she passed, I was at her house letting the dogs out in the yard and I swear on everything dear to me I looked over and saw her sitting in her chair in the nightgown she passed in. She was happy and smiling and looking directly at me. I looked away for a moment and she was gone. I looked at that exact location countless times after she passed away, both before and after that day and never saw her. I truly believe it was her letting me know she was happy and okay and at peace.

I lost my husband and son 5 days apart, and I was grieving and wondering if they were alright, I was very deep in prayer when a voice said , THEY'RE SERVING THE LORD, BE STEADFAST YOU'LL SEE US AGAIN, I had a good night's sleep after that, PRAISE OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST FOR THAT BLESSING 🙌 🙏🏻 ❤️

My Dad passed in 2003 and I had to fly home cross country from his funeral in Destin FL to my home in Portland, OR. Flying into Dallas, TX, the pilot comes on and said alot of clear air turbulence will be encountered on descent and for the stewardesses to please take their seats. We descended without so much of a shudder. 2 hours later with same plane and pilot, the Dallas airport was surrounded by a squall line of T-storms and after waiting on the tarmac for almost 2 hours, the plane finally took off. The pilot then came on and said "folks we're gonna have to punch through this squall line and we'll talk y'all through this" - meaning it was going to be bad! Strangely, we cruised through it without a shudder and the pilot came on and said "well folks, don't know how in the heck that happened as we should have been tossed around like a cork but hey we'll take it". A few hours later, the pilot comes on and says "well folks I don't think we're gonna be 3 for 3 today as we have about 26 minutes of moderate turbulence up ahead over the Rockies all altitudes coming and going, so it's gonna be a rough ride and stewardesses please take your seats!" We cruised glass smooth for over 30 minutes until the pilot finally came back on and said '"well folks, what just happened was absolutely impossible as flights in front of and behind us at all altitudes are in the grinder right now - I've never seen anything like this in my 40 years of flying!" Upon approach into Portland, the landing was glass smooth without even the slightest vibration, so much so that folks were wondering if we were even on the ground! As the last one off the plane but before departing with the captain standing in the cockpit doorway, I said "hey Capn, that was one amazing flight and an even more remarkable landing - we didn't even know we were on the ground!" And he looked at me and said "ya know son, I can't take credit for that one - somebody else was at those controls! Only then did I realize that it had been my Dad the whole entire flight - a USAF career pilot who flew B36s, B52s, B-58s, and F105s - and who knew that I was terrified of turbulence. So with my eyes watering, I turned and saluted the empty chair at the back of the plane that was next to mine. I had missed Dad by an hour flying in but his final gesture of love and goodbye was that he safely delivered me all the way home down to his final landing. I will never forget that. High Flight and Rest in Peace Dad!!

I currently am 74 years old and have been a physician assistant since 1982. I never believed that the so-called “Near Death Experiences” (NDE) were anything but the twinkling of oxygen starved neurons in a brain… until on January 3, 2010, when a stranger accidentally shot a .30-06 bullet through both of my thighs, completely shattering my right femur/knee/upper tibia then obliterating my left femoral artery. Despite rudimentary efforts at making tourniquets, I completely bled out in 10 minutes. I then had dual NDEs of 5-6 then 8-9 minutes duration (no pulse, no breathing, dilated pupils, and cooling skin), witnessed by at least 20-30 people. Between the two NDEs I was sent back when my wife and I said our tearful goodbyes. During my NDEs I experienced overwhelming love and joy, and was fully aware of what happened. Yes, your “favorite patient” did reach out to share his ecstasy and joy; and we are blessed that you’ve shared these special moments with us. Than you.

Wow Nurse Julie… I’m Sean from Boston, age 54, and I have end stage heart failure. About five months ago docs gave me 6-12 months, yet I’m feeling fine fettle as of now. I know though that pretty soon the meds will start to not work this well. So, I’m sort of exploring my mortality and came across your channel. This particular story has struck me with full force. I’ve watched many of these near death experience accounts of what people see and such, but your story, about this guy who I think I’m a lot like, has really helped. Maybe it’s your credibility and the work you do, but I wholeheartedly believe that what you share really did happen. Bless you Nurse Julie. You’re a really good lady.👍🤜❤

There is no death, just a transition. From here to home ✨💛✨🤗

When I was 13 I was down at the end of my street playing with my younger brother. I had an overwhelming feeling to run home immediately. I felt my mom was in danger. I listened and ran as fast as I could just to find my father with a shot gun to my mothers chest. After begging my father to stop he finally did. I was terrified.Nothing happened and my mother, brother and I left for good. Glad I listened to my instinct. I’ve had warnings and whispers throughout my life since. I’m now 53. Thank you Julie for what you do and for helping so many. Much love and respect.✨🌸

After I returned from Desert Storm I went to visit my step father step, a WWII veteran (he was dying from cancer)…during my deployment he told me he would not pass away until I returned…he passed away the day after I visited with him…he had requested military honors asked me to be one of his pallbearers…so I needed to go from South Texas to Barksdale Air Force Base to pick up my uniform…on the drive outside Cleveland Texas I heard his voice - he said to me calmly “Alex wake up”…”Alex wake up”…indeed I woke up going down an embankment at 65 mph….I hit the brakes and came to a stop right before the tree line…

When I was driving to see my Mom in the nursing home, I heard her sing a song she sang when I was a child. When I got to the home she had just passed. I knew she had said goodbye to me.

I had just found out that my friend had died, and I said out loud, Brenda if you can hear me please let me know. And within seconds my phone beeped saying I had an email. The thing is, I had ALL notifications off for years because of school and work. So for my gmail to alert me was shocking. It said I had a message on my high-school classmates website. And when I checked, it was a message from Brenda, written about 3 or 4 years earlier, telling me she wanted to meet up and catch up.

So many amazing testimonies of life beyond this body. I was with my dad when he passed in 2004, I felt his spirit leave his body at 5am, as I stood with my hand on his head. Then I had a revelation as I looked at his lifeless body, that I had felt dad leave, and the body was just the vessel he’d been travelling in. I stood in amazement and quietly asked “what was that, was it dads spirit I felt just leave his body, or was it dad reaching out and touching me on the hand and saying “thanks for being there son”, or was it God reaching down and saying “thanks for being there?” . Then I heard a voice, initially not audible, but I heard it within me reply “it was all of the above”, then the sentence was completed with an audible voice which said “and the story of Jesus Christ is true”. Being a non believer, I was not expecting that. But I instantly began to follow Him. Thanks God. And thank you for your lovely testimonies.

After hearing that my young cousin and Goddaughter had passed away from a rare illness I began praying that God might send her back to us. As I was praying I heard, "She is with me." I pictured Jesus in heaven. Then I heard her voice saying, "Tell my mother I'm happy here. It's better than Disney World and there are no lines!" Then I heard angelic laughter like tinkling bells. There is no better place to be than in the presence of the Lord.

I’ve often heard people talk about the miracle of birth, but I believe death also is a miracle. I was by my father’s bedside when he passed away. My wife had taken my mother shopping, so it was just me and his caregiver in the house. My dad had not opened his eyes for a couple of days. He had just been laying on his back with his face towards the ceiling. I told him it was okay to leave us; that we would take care of my mother and that everything would be okay. My dad turned his head towards me, opened his eyes, then turned back to look at the ceiling and took his last breath. It was a pure miracle.

After my roommate passed, I was driving home, crying, after holding his hand when he passed. I heard him, very clearly, say, "Don't cry, it's GLORIOUS!" I still cried some, but it's so great knowing that he's happy and not in pain anymore.

I may have posted before about my older sister who died October 2022. The day after, as I went to open the curtains, I felt the light, free, sparkling joy sense, and I knew it was her. Around the same time, my younger sister said she was in a store and suddenly felt a spring in her step. I was very happy for my older sister that she was free. ❤

If there is an after life and when I leave this plane of existence, nothing would be more "glorious" than to be with the people I have loved and the pets that I have shared my life with.

I feel like the more we struggle here on earth, the more extraordinary it is when we make it to heaven. We are not promised an easy life but we are promised an incredible eternity through our faith. Beautiful story. Thank you for sharing ❤

I flew to Minneapolis to see my grandparents who were both dying at the same time, in the same room, in the hospital. It was late when I got checked into my room. My plan was to visit in the morning. During the night I was woken up with a strong sense of my grandfather and I saw a ball of light and felt him saying good bye to me. I told him I loved him and said goodbye. I believe this was his spirit saying goodbye to mine. He was always a bright light in my otherwise difficult life.

I’ve had a number of experiences shared by my patients, as well as my own that have convinced me of the existence of an afterlife since I’ve been in hospice, some experiences are similar to exactly what you share in this video. I’ve had 4 close patients visit me post-Morten. A close friends family member visit me during their funeral and told me things verified by his family, as well as predicting the passage of another loved one which transpired soon thereafter, as well as several previously unresponsive patients suddenly open their eyes as report what they’re seeing in between life/death. I’m with you, there is absolutely no reason to fear death. Love your videos. 🙏🏾

I am a retired respiratory therapist who did not believe in the afterlife. At the age of twenty six I worked the night shift and was on my way to a patients room at about 2:30 am when all of a sudden there was a strange electric kind of sensation that went thru me. My first reaction was that the person I was going to see had died and her soul energy went right thru me. I remember thinking " but you don't believe in that". I reached into my lab coat pocket , pulled out the patient treatment card , looked at her name and instinctively knew she was gone. When I reached her room I found that she had indeed died. Over the next few weeks other things happened that convinced me that we are spiritual beings having a human experience .

Just before my mom passed away in hospice she was speaking to her mom to come and get her. Her mum died over 40 years ago. The other remarkable thing in that my mom was not able to speak for the last week of her life. Seeing this made me no longer scared of death. Rest in Peace mom.

I was saying my goodbyes much as you described to my ex-brother-in-law. I saw a picture that was posted on social media that really captured his essence....I did not know that his actual service was occurring at the time while this was happening to me. I felt very strong emotions as I experienced my gratitude for him being a part of my life (and especially my daughter's). Suddenly I felt a warm, tingly, feeling like nothing I had ever experienced in this physical body (electro-magnetic maybe?). It was his spirit, and it went from a line just at my shoulders, up to slightly over my head. I heard him laughing in my skull, moving in a figure eight from one brain hemisphere to the other. It felt like pure joy/love (he had passed of 4 types of cancer, so this was a real relief for me to know). The experience changed my life. I know we are energy and don't die.....we are eternal.

Because of this story" you were awakened to the fact that death is just a doorway to bliss and freedom, and because you had this and shared this with us, many will also experience the same. Because you are authentic, sane, and 100 percent believable. Thank you so much for sharing with all of us. It only takes a spark to get a fire going.

A week or so after my dad passed away, I heard him say my name as if he were standing next to me, clearly and in his voice. I was standing and fully awake. For me, this is an indication of life after life, and that nobody really dies.

I volunteered with Hospice. I was designated to the patients that had no family. Hospice is a blessing from God.

Love this. My beautiful sister passed away from breast cancer last year. Days after it happened I told her in my mind to send me a cardinal if she was happy. I took a nap and when I woke up and looked out the bedroom window there was a cardinal sitting on a tree limb. There have been many times I’ve been down and I would see a cardinal.

My dad passed 4 years ago. Shortly after I was at my moms and she had been cleaning out boxes. We were talking and all of a sudden heard a ring ring like land line phones do. My mom looked at a box that we thought it came from and there was this old miniature rotary phone sitting in it. It was given to my mom as a gift. My mom looked at me and said I didn’t even know that would make a noise it was very old no signs that there was a battery or anything to make it ring like that. My mom was a telephone operator her whole working life. I think my dad was sending his love to her. ❤ there is no explanation for that ringing miniature phone to this day.

Nurse Julie , amazing thank you, my wife is fading fast and has aggressive glioblastoma multiform I found this comforting and uplifting.

I am a hospice volunteer. I appreciate your videos. Often I believe I get more from my visits than the patients. I struggle at times to maintain my composure but I believe this service helps many and I consider it an honor to do it. You are absolutely correct- there is life after death.

Yes, we transition from one place to the next. I believe it too. 1 day after my husband passed at home after a long struggle with illness, i was standing by his body on his bed and I asked him to give me a sign that he was still there. Immediately my dog who was under the bed barked just once. There was no particular 'external' reason for my dog to bark. I also asked my husband to pass me a sign that he was ok by means of info which nobody could possibly know about (only the two of us). Some 4 months later, a friend calls me up to say her 6 yr old daughter was asked by my deceased husband to give me a message. She told me something about his family which a 6yr old wouldnt care hoot about and nobody outside of myself knew....i was in awe..

After my dad died, I was feeling lost and dreamed about Dad. We were on a train and I asked him "Dad what do you want me to do with my life?" And he said "I want for you, what you want for you". ❤

When I was 18 my father disowned me. I said I will honor your wishes like it says in the ten commandments "Honor your father and mother". I never saw or spoke to him again. My mother lived to dance on his grave. In 1998 he passed away in Cincinnati while I was living in San Diego. I felt a warm slight pressure to my solar plex. I took notice. I heard my father say 'you turned out to be very good." I marked it on my calendar. A month later my mother sent me an obituary of his death. I looked on the calendar and found out it was the day he died. So I believe in the after life. Relatives do come to speak with you.

We're all weeping now Julie. This is why I love YT. From my lonely abode in the cold UK I get to meet people like you. Amazing.

I believe this - what an inspirational memory to have . Some years ago I had a NDE . I remember most the utter feeling of release of ALL worries and tensions accumulated in this life - never experienced this feeling before . I had the sensation of moving through a darkness with points of light as an encouraging soothing voiced guide that I couldn't see answered my concerns about leaving my dogs behind . It brought me to tears to be suddenly gaining consciousness while hearing a voice saying that it wasn't my time yet . I'm sure others have had similar experiences .

I had a friend David who died of AIDS in LA in '95. I took care of him by myself, the last year that he was alive. He believed that when you die, that's it. I told him about the law of conservation, that energy cannot be destroyed. I think that the energy in our bodies becomes something (goes somewhere) else after we pass. He visited me twice after he died. They were both profound experiences.

My wife and I have experienced end of life care 4 times (her parents and mine). It has been a blessing. My mother was actively dying and had not been conscious for 2 days. Then her eyes flew open, smiled, and exclaimed “Oh thank you Lord”. Those were her last words. She passed the next day. I knew who and what she saw. One day, I’ll see her again.

In 2013 I was taking my mom to the hospital at the doctor's request. As she stepped into my car she collapsed and ended up sitting on the passenger floor looking out. I thought perhaps she had a stroke and in that brief second she said quietly, "home". She was gone and I know she was referring to her brother, mother and father that had all gone before her and she had missed terribly. It was her final gift to me to not be afraid when it's my turn.

A lifelong friend of mine passed before her time at 58. Her 85 year old mom survived her. A year later I had a dream of my friend. We were driving down a road, side by side - in separate cars. She was in the right lane, waving to me from the driver's seat. In the passenger's seat I could see her mom. The road forked, and our paths diverged. She was still waving as they drove away. I later learned that her mom died right about the time I had my dream .

The night before my beautiful momma passed, I had an amazing vision/dream. I was flying over the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen, where the flower colors were unimaginable and he stream was a gorgeous clear blue. I felt my momma with me, as if she was showing me how beautiful it was where she was going. I can’t explain it, but I knew it was her or her angel letting me know she would be leaving soon. Sure enough I got that call from hospice early the next morning saying she was on her way out. By the time I sped to the nursing home, she was gone. My momma was my best friend in the world, and I still miss her more than anything. It’s been 18 years, and I still remember that dream like it was yesterday.

My father died a couple of years ago, and I was glad to have been at his bedside during his final two days. He and I were always close. One of my siblings - an older sister - has an intellectual disability(used to be termed "slow learner"). He was always very protective of her, even though she lived on her own in subsidized housing. He always, always worried about her. My sister was unable to be at his bedside, however during his two days of being unconscious, I repeatedly whispered that I would always be there for my sister, knowing that this is what he needed to know. Then, when I sensed the end was near, I phoned my sister and held the phone to my Dad's ear. My sister told him she loved him, and almost immediately he took his last breath. I'm tearing up as I write this. It may very well have been coincidence, but knowing just how much he needed to know my sister would be safe, then hearing her voice, I always wondered if that's what he needed before taking his next journey. My sister still talks about it to this day.

Last week I walked into a patient’s room who had just passed approx 1 hour before I started my shift. I felt the most incredible sense of elation and joy near his bed! I knew that those emotions were his because the rest of us were feeling the exact opposite. ❤❤❤

We owned a calico cat for 20 years and on her final day with us she abruptly went into seizures in our home. We quickly put her in a wicker basket lined with a blanket and tried making a rush trip to the closest vet clinic. She only made it a block from the house before she passed away in my arms. She was later diagnosed with a build-up of fluid around the heart. So we had her buried at a rural pet cemetery owned by the vet who's clinic we'd taken her to that day. It was a beautiful large rolling hills property about an hour north of Toronto. We had a headstone made for her with her name and date. It took me about a year to finally visit the cemetery to see her final resting place. As I located her headstone in the 'cat section' of the cemetery off in the distance about 50-60 yards away near a forest treeline I noticed a calico cat emerging from the trees - and heading towards me. It beelined directly in my direction and walked right up to me, brushing against my pantleg. I reached down and petted it a bit - and then it turned and headed back towards the trees in the direction it came from. That was over 30 years ago and I still tear up when I think about that day. But despite my inherent atheism it's left me with an absolute conviction that there's some sort of afterlife or plain of existence awaiting us all. It wasn't coincidence that calico cat appeared at that exact moment in time, paid a brief visit - and then returned in the direction it came.

WOW! What an Amazing story! You didn't just help him die, you helped him actually LIVE Life, & probably for the first time, in a Long time in his life! And then when he did die, he died a "good death". God bless you, Nurse Julie 🙏🙌💞🕊️

My wife died suddenly when she was 44 years old. Approximately a month or so afterwards I fell asleep on the couch and my wife came to me I presume in a dream and audibly told me everything was going to be ok and for me not to worry. When I "woke" I could smell the perfume that she always wore. It was like someone had taken the bottle and prayed it directly in my nose it was so strong. I believe God allowed her to come back to me that one last time to comfort me.

My on and off boyfriend of 4 years passed away suddenly 7.5 years ago. I was driving to work sobbing after finding out but I suddenly felt this intense happy presence in my passenger seat. Unlike any thing I’d felt before. Later I was laying in bed crying myself to sleep when I hear him loud and clear like he was talking in my ear “It’s okay haley. I’m right here”. Convinced myself for years it was just my imagination but starting to believe it was really him.

That was an awesome story that brought tears to my eyes. When my dad passed unexpectedly in 2001 my heart was ripped out. I cried for 2 solid weeks up until his funeral. After the funeral I was able to let go and the crying stopped. A few days later he came to me in a dream. The Sun was going down behind the trees near his favorite hunting spot and he said to me "Son I'm ok."

Thank you for giving respect & kindness to your patients, Julie.

Thank you for this channel... I feel like I'm spiritually getting hospice. So many of us are all alone. We are not promised tomorrow. You reach out through your channel in a beautiful way... I'm glad technology exists as a place for this lonely world.

When my father passed away on january 21, 2021, It was about 10 o'clock at night, and I went to take a shower. I knew my dad was dying already, but he was Kentucky, and I'm in California, and as I was taking my shower, all of a sudden, his spirit came and passed through me. It was absolutely amazing, and I knew it was my dad saying goodbye to me. It was not sad or scared it was a glorious feeling that he passed on to me. After my shower, about 10 minutes later, his wife, my stepmother, called me and told me exactly when he passed away, and it was exactly when I was in the shower and he had passed through me! My husband did the same thing when he passed away but the feeling wasn't as peaceful, and I wonder about that, but as soon as I got back upstairs after this happened, the hospital called me and told me that he had just passed away and it was just minutes before that he had passed through me when he died! When my daughter died over 30 years ago, I was warned audibly by the Lord that she wasn't meant to stay, and she did pass away just like the Lord told me it would happen and when the coroners went to do an autopsy they said there was no reason for her dying, and I told them that's because it was a spiritual taking. Jesus told me she was not meant of this world, she was not meant to stay, and that she was only meant to come in for a short time to be with me and then go home. He also told me that I was very strong and that I would be okay but I had to prepare myself. This went on for months, and as it approached closer to when she would pass away, of course I didn't know when that was going to happen, God's warnings to me became stronger and stronger, actually telling me to leave work and go home to be with her. She passed away a week later of unknown causes. This warning was not spoken to me inside my mind this was spoken to me audibly like people sitting in front of me but I could not see them. Jesus and God Almighty and the after life in heaven is reality! We are living in a non reality construct, merely a cheap xerox copy of what is really happening as this NOT our real home.

I had somewhat of a similar story when I was a teenager. I was sitting upstairs in my room around one o'clock in the morning when I heard my father get up and leave. Somehow I just knew his mother had passed away at the hospital, she was struggling with cancer for quite a while. I clearly heard her say goodbye to me and she had told me that she would see me later. She sounded the happiest I have ever heard her and she was usually always a happy person.

Hi I had an experience similar to this. My mother rang to ask me to pop over as my father was in so much pain, and she didn’t know what to do to help. When I got to their house I put my RN hat on rather than my daughters, I was watching him trying to work out what could possibly be the cause of this pain when out of the blue a voice came from my right side and I recognised it as my late father in laws, who I had nursed before he had died six months previously, I even looked around for him. He said, your father has a large tumour on his lung that is growing and causing his pain and there’s nothing anyone can do for him. Yes I know there’s life after death.

You made me shed tears. After both my parents died of Covid, I've had this phobia of dying in my sleep, but you have helped to heal a part of me that loved hearing this, thank you.

I'm SO glad you had this experience. My brother (who was only 42) passed away during an ERCP. He had some kind of blockage and was in severe pain. He coded during the procedure and they couldn't bring him back. I was devastated and crying when I went to bed. All of a sudden I felt this tingly rush come over my whole body and I stopped crying. It was a peaceful feeling and I just know it was my brother.

The day my Dad passed away, at 97 years of age and after a remarkable life, I had a dream in which he sat up in his bed (he passed at home under hospice care), looking like the old man that he was. Then he stood up, and as he stood, his elderly appearance changed into one of youthfulness. He said, " You can tell the nurses to go home now. I don't need them anymore, I'm free." I had that dream the afternoon of the day he died, after taking a short nap. I didn't even think much about the dream until that evening, when my oldest sister called to tell me that our Dad had passed. Suddenly the dream and all of its implications hit me like a tidal wave and I just knew that he was in a good place. It gave me so much comfort even in the midst of my loss. I view it as a privilege that I was gifted this glimpse of his journey into everlasting life.

Julie, do you realize how much hope your message just gave to the thousands who watch you? I believe God graced him to bring you into his life, and God graced you with this extraordinary event in allowing him this spiritual ‘goodbye’. Catholics refer to the work you do as Corporal Acts of Mercy and through your kindnesses, beyond the ‘job description, you have been graced with this magnificent revelation. ‘Ya done good’ and thus, we are are beneficiaries of your immeasurable commitment to those in your care. I sincerely hope that you are fully aware of how God has blessed us through you and how far reaching your unselfishness extends.

When Jim, my favorite person on Earth died, I needed to be busy so I starting mowing the yard. Bawling my eyes out I heard Jim in his wonderful laughing voice, "IT'S OKAY"! I love you buddy, see you again some day.

When my Dad died I didn't get a chance to say good bye. But two weeks later I was in bed ,I heard my Dad's voice say Sandra everything is alright. I felt a total relief come over my body.

Julie I just lost my sweetie ,he was only 54. Listening to this has given me comfort. Thank you

Approx 27 years ago. I was sitting quietly next to my (then) spouse at his grandmother's funeral, when suddenly, in my mind, I heard her, clearly and unmistakably, say to me, "tell Robert i love him". That was all. On our way home I told him what I had heard. He had been close to his grandmother, despite her many other grandchildren, and while he tried to not show it, her passing onto the eternal world was very hard for him. He later told his mom who completely dismissed my experience ( the woman didn't like me) stating her mother hadn't been present, but I know without question what I experienced; I know for certain I didn't imagine it, as it would never had occurred to me to even do so. Actually I was quite startled when it happened but at the same time felt honored that she spoke to me to communicate her love to him.

Sounds to me like you had yourself a "S.D.E./Shared Death Experience." It's like a Near Death Experience, only you're getting to share someone else's experience of "crossing over", rather than your own experience. It's almost just like an N.D.E. except you don't actually have to die, or almost die, to experience it. It's like a precious gift and that's pretty awesome if you ask me.

I love this ... I was so distraught sitting in the van after my dads funeral I thought I was going to lose my mind. I couldn't settle down. And then my daddy came and sent warm electrical sprinkles into my body slowly from my head down to my toes. I was instantly calm and at peace... so happy he came...

My mum told me about being with her mum at the time she passed. This was in 74, grannie eyes were closed, she smiled and her last words were, "Oh Ned darling, how lovely to see you again". Granddad had been gone since 36. IDK if it was really happening to her or not, but at the time of her last moments, they were moments of happiness. I do hope it's true as l hope l may see those whom l loved and have been gone now too for so many years.

I’ve had a couple medium type moments as an RN but I don’t talk about them because people think I’m schizophrenic or something. You’re brave to share

When I was 10 years old, I had a drowning NDE . I shared all the details with my Mom for YEARS, but she just couldn't quite grasp it. So when She was diagnosed with cancer n living at home with hospice n my sister and I caring for her she asked Alot more questions about heaven again. Just a WEEK after she passed she came to my bedside , sat on the edge of my bed. She was GLOWING from the inside out. She looked healthy, younger and just Radiated (( LOVE, JOY,PEACE))! She leaned in and whispered ...I'm Sorry I just couldn't see what you were trying to share but Heaven IS so BEAUTIFUL, so much MORE then I could even ASK for!!!! She said if you need me I am ALWAYS with you and just a Thought Away. You are Never Alone we ALL WALK WITH YOU. ❤❤❤

My Grandad died in 1985 just before I turned 2 and so I've no memory of him. My mum was 27 at the time. In 1996 my Grandma was in the ICU after complications from a bypass op. My mum told me years later that her dad / my Grandad appeared in her bedroom (only his top half) and told mum something like " your mum won't be here forever but she will be alright this time". Grandma eventually pulled through and I don't know if mum ever told her this story. She never fully physically recovered and died 2009 in very similar circumstances. The day she died I visited the hospital with my parents, my Aunt & two cousins. We knew it was close and then from being very weak and struggling to breathe my Grandma whispered to me " seen as though you're all here I'll have something to eat". She'd not eaten for a long time but then straightened up and ate a yoghurt while we all shared some sandwiches. It was about 2pm. Shortly after someone prompted my cousins and I to leave for a while. As I left I turned and my Grandma looked me straight in the eye and slowly nodded. I held her gaze for a little and then left. We went to a seating area and I fell asleep quickly (we'd been awake most of the previous night) I can't remember the dream visually but just the feeling of something passing over me or past me. It was odd at least. I think my dad woke me about 3.30pm to say Grandma had died. In many ways it was a relief as she had suffered in hospital. Before she went in, I think she sensed that she wouldn't come out and had been very anxious about it. When she did die I think she was ready. My wife and daughter now live in Grandma's old house and occasionally strange things happen, we smell cigarettes - but I just get a sense of the mischievous. It's nice in a way

Two things I've experienced that I've never told anyone. When I was barely a teen. Both of my parents passed away a week apart. A day or two after they were both gone. I was lying down in my bed and heard my mother say we're both fine. A little later that day I felt what I would describe as. A static electricity cloud about the size of a human moving around in my room. The only thing I can imagine it was my mother's spirit. It stayed around for about 2 days. 2nd experience was when someone close to me was dying. The doctors said they had a few days left. The person that was dying joked that they would scare me when they passed. Well one night I was laying down and I felt someone pinch my arm. Of course no one was there so I knew. I looked at the clock on purpose to see when it happened. The next morning they told me that he had passed away. I asked them at what time and it was a minute before I felt the pinch.

I am not a hospice nurse but I had a similar experience. A few years ago I worked with a young woman who was struggling with chronic pain / illness and drug addiction (brought on by the medications). She had reached a point where she had lost her job. A couple of weeks later I was a block from the office on my morning commute when I felt her presence in my car. Sounds crazy but I really felt as though I would look over to the passenger seat and see her sitting there. I even spoke to her saying "I can feel you right here, but I can't see you". When I arrived at the office I found out she had died of a drug overdose the day before.

A year or two after my 28 year old daughter died, I was going to visit a very highly regarded psychic medium. I had no experience nor belief in such things, but was going to be open minded. As I was leaving my house, I noticed a pair of my daughters shoes that I still had. I quietly said to my daughter “Ok kid, if you’re going to make an appearance today, tell the psychic to mention these shoes”. After the psychic totally amazed me with information about many of my dead relatives she said to me “Your daughter is telling me to mention her shoes. Did you keep her shoes”? That’s when I lost it…… 😭

Thank you for sharing this beautiful story and for making your friends transition so comforting. He truly had a friend in you. I am 76 yrs of age and find myself thinking about dying more than ever. I fear of losing my husband although I probably have to face that before my own passing. I know this is all normal yet listening to your words gives me great comfort. We should all have to listen to what you share.

That's a beautiful story. My husband died recently in a car accident and died from his injuries. When I was at the hospital I didn't get to see him alive. I wish I could get a sign from him. Maybe soon. Thanks for sharing. Finding your channel, I have learned a lot and I thank you. Sending love from Massachusetts.❤

Around 2014 I had been in jail for a marijuana related offense, nothing serious, but while I was there I made a very special friend named Austin. Him and I both were given the chance to get out of the jail and work raking leaves at an old cemetery, while we were taking a break one day we saw a tombstone that said nothing but "Austin" on it, we sort of laughed at it and continued our conversations that were very much about life and philosophy, anyways, one day while we were in our separate cells he closed the door on his which puts it into automatic lockdown mode where you can't get the door open, well Austin had hung himself with his sheets on a pole that ran security footage wiring, the correctional officers opened the door and he swung out, face blue, and they put us all in our individual cells and locked us in, from inside my cell I could hear the defibrillator not working on him and it repeatedly said to "Do CPR" then OUT OF NOWHERE, I saw my cell door open and Austin walked in and rustled my hair with his hand and then he was gone and my cell door was back to being shut. Apparently, right then he had died, because of him I know we'll all be okay when it's our time, there's nothing to fear...

Many times, I have imagined myself, after death, curled up on my side, lying at the feet of Jesus, weeping as all the pain and sadness I am carrying is released forever. Your story reminded me of this.

Your job is a special anointing from Father God - may THE BLESSING of the Avraham follow you all the days of your Life Julie!!!

A month or so after I had lost my dad I was having a difficult day with it as part of the grieving process. I was worried that I could have been more patient with him during the last couple of years of his life. I was sitting in our living room by myself (my wife (nurse) was working afternoons and I was totally alone. I clearly heard my dad say "You did your best" which was something he said throughout his life and was his only expectation of how people take care of anything. I actually heard him say this, in fact I looked around the room as I clearly heard him say that......

When my father passed away, I was with him and on that exact moment I hugged him. Being a first aid helper I had to refrain myself from trying to save him at that moment... the moment he died, that very instance, there was a happy warm glowing feeling which I could feel passing through my body, from where I held him on his bed and it exited my body the opposite where it entered. I could feel it. It felt like a glowing warmth together with the feeling you have when it has been a very hot day, you're dying of thirst and somebody offers you an ice code coca cola... that same sense of ... relief. Relief. I don't believe in much, but that was truly out of this world.

This story is almost identical to what happened to me when my mom died. OMG… so very similar. I will never forget that experience. She shared that one last spirit hug and made me feel so loved.

Thank you, how beautiful! And thanks be to God!

I cannot thank Hospice enough for the incredible work they do.

My mother passed in 2001, October. I was lying in bed around 5 am a few years back and I heard clearly a voice in my room and it said “ Hi Sweetie “ … I was a little taken back . Was I dreaming? As I lay there I thought about that voice. I couldn’t quite recognize it but the only person that ever called me that was my mother . I hadn’t heard her voice in over twenty years but as clear as day that was her voice . She was there to tell me she was ok . I am no longer afraid of death as I near my 70th birthday.

I have a few stories. When my mom passed away I immediately left the room crying and all of a sudden I heard call my name 2 times and felt like every piece of hurt and sadness was pulled right out of me. I knew she free'd me and I just looked up and said Thank u mom. Since that moment I have felt nothing but peace about her gone. It was like she released me from feeling any hurt about her being gone. I know she is soo free.

I can totally understand why... Me too!!! ❤ You are Angelic! Thanks with all my heart for sharing this.

My greatest fear is dying alone.. I hope when the day comes that I am blessed by the kindness in your likeness. You are an angel for what you do.

My grandmother passed away just over a year ago. Two weeks before she died I had a dream that my whole family (wife, sons, dad, stepmom, aunt, uncle, my cousins with their wives and children and of course grandmother) were walking along a beautiful lakeside. We came up to what looked like a large wooden dock with multiple levels and built in waterslides like at a water park. My grandmother for the past several years struggled with glaucoma and had to walk very slowly which we were all used to adjusting with. We all reached a point where we all had to climb up these wooden stairs and I remember asking grandmother if she needed my help and she said "no" insisting that she could walk up the stairs by herself. She walked ahead of us but when we got to the top of the stairs we were met by my grandfather who passed away over a decade ago. I have never had any dreams of my grandfather before or since. I remember some interesting details. He always wore those guyabera type shirts and he made a point for me to notice that it was green but I haven't figured out why that was significant. I also remember him saying that this land is all for us. I went over to visit Grandma for the last time with my dad and aunt. We sat around and we all knew her time was done on Earth. We recited the Lord's prayer and she passed immediately after we said "amen." I knew instantly she went to be with the Lord and my grandfather.

The same feeling happened to me many years ago. My father, whom I did not get along with, came to me in a feeling of ecstacy and, like you, he said in a thought: "You know, I never went away, I've always been with you'. I have been eternally grateful for that time ever since.

Nurse Julie. Thank for sharing this beautiful story. I am a religious man and your experiences with our departing brothers and sisters do bring tears to my eyes. You’re a gift to God’s people. I pray that God gives you the strength and wisdom for you to continue your ministry. In the secular world you are performing a job. Nurse rest assured our creator sees it as a ministry to his people. "what you do for one of mine you do for me." You will always be in my daily prayers. Deacon Rick ✝️

I am not afraid of death, just the process of getting to the other side.

Our family had a similar experience when my sister was dying. She was diagnosed with a brain aneurysm. The doctors tried surgery but it was unsuccessful. After the surgery, she was on life support with no signs of any brain functions. We all knew that it was time and the life support was removed. She died immediately. Before the surgery, she had written a letter to my mother. It stated “I am in no pain. I feel like a butterfly on a summer’s day. I am free. I love you all.”

I've been serving God since about 1996. I was saved in a camp meeting as a kid and over time as a believer, you experience what I call, "Faith Builders" which are events that happen with the purpose of strengthening your faith in God. The first was my grandmother. She was always the one who would attend church but never was saved. She suffered a mild stroke and was hospitalized. One Sunday after church, my family and our pastor were going to travel up, and meet at the hospital and visit her. I was about 11 and I knew I wanted to see her saved more than anything. In our minivan on the way up, I knelt down in the middle row of that Plymouth Voyager, and I put the car mat over my head for privacy (lol) and I prayed that God would save her. I prayed probably around 20 min. When I finished, I knew she was going to be saved that day. We arrived at the hospital and I saw our pastor at the time. I walked up to him and he said, "Hi, how are you?" and I replied that I was fine, and then I told him, "Grandma is going to get saved today." He replied, "Well, that would be nice". We walked up to her room, and as we entered, we never got a chance to say anything. She threw her hands into the air and shouted, "I want to be saved, I want to be saved!". My pastor and my dad both turned and looked at me in almost disbelief. As a kid, I had asked God, I knew he heard me and faith took hold and it produced a result. Those of you out there praying for your lost loved one, NEVER and I mean NEVER give up because God DOES hear even in our darkest hour. He IS there and he DOES answer prayer. My grandfather, (her husband) was a very hardened man, and it took cancer for him to realize he needed to be saved. He went from being a very hard and cold man to becoming a loving person who would testify in church as to how God saved him. It was like someone flipped a light switch. I know they are in Heaven pulling for me and I can't want to see them one day! I have so many stories I could pass on during my time as a camp counselor, assistant pastor, etc.

When I died in the hospital from anaphylaxis I felt such a huge rush of joy and relief. I know what you felt from him. Death is AMAZING. Thank you for what you do.

I’ve got an amazing story. My mom had passed in her sleep sometime during the night. I worked midnight shift and I’d swung by the house to pick her up and take her car in for service. At first, I thought she was asleep, but when I shook her upper arm to wake her, she was ice cold. She was only 59. The following weekend, I moved back into my childhood home. That night while getting ready for bed, the bedroom door opened and my mom walked in. I yelled, “Mom?!” I was so surprised. She was wearing the dress I had picked out. She sat on the bed next to me and started to hug me. She kept saying, “Everything is all right now,” and “I love you so much!” She was an alcoholic and had really stepped up her drinking after my dad had passed away 7 years earlier. It had made her mean and bitter, and it had had a detrimental affect on our relationship. She hugged me so hard it hurt, and I told her that. She repeated the 2 sentences again, then faded away. I could smell her perfume in the air lingering for awhile. Her sister, my aunt, and uncle both lived to 85. My aunt was blind. My uncle had a major heart attack, and they took my aunt with them in the ambulance. He passed in the ER. They were very close. I told my aunt that I would take care of her. A month later, her grief was unbelievable and she took his Marine pistol and shot herself in the head. I was devastated. I prayed for months on end for God to forgive her for taking her own life. About 8 months later I was unlocking the door to my car in the driveway, and suddenly a loud voice boomed, “She is forgiven!” I was so relieved!!

My cousin had been more like a sister to me and from being a little toddler, I absolutely cherished her, we were both of us on the same wavelength; but she was the one who made the entire room light up whereever she went. Sadly she was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer and I remember telling her while she was ill that I have an exceptionally strong faith in an afterlife, although she firmly told me at the time that she did not.🤷 My cousin left this life in October 2022 while I was seriously ill in hospital myself recovering from a bowel obstruction, so I was unable to say goodbye to her. A couple of months later, my cousin came to see me in a dream for what I can only guess was so that we could say goodbye to one another properly. I can't really remember a lot of what we said, but I remember that we had an amazing hug goodbye, a hug that seemed to put me at peace knowing that she was happy and okay. I asked her if my mother wanted to see me, but she replied "no" and I can remember telling her that I was okay with that, I felt so calm during the experience that it was literally "out of this world."

My grandmother passed at 105 years of age and unlike most grandma's she was bitter and miserable and had outlived her husband and half of her 10 children and even a few of her grandchildren. She complained that God had forgotten to take her. She went into a nursing home at age 100 and visiting her was never pleasant so we didn't go often. The one person who visited her weekly was the local priest. Every Sunday after mass he was there. The morning of her funeral it was pouring rain and cold. We gathered in the church and her casket was brought up to the alter. The priest stood over her casket and the rain on the metal roof was so loud we could hardly hear him speak. Suddenly the rain stopped and sunlight shined through the church window directly on the priest and the coffin. An audible gasp came from all the people in attendance including myself. The priest looked directly into the sunlight and said "Well hello Rose, (my grandmother's name) glad you could make it". The sunlight faded and within minutes it was pouring rain again. It was at that moment I began to believe that death wasn't the end to everything.

This is one of these things you have to experience personally, words just can’t describe the enormity of profound spiritual events.