Abba Krishna And Barack Obama

The quickest way to lose readers is to talk about death. But to talk about life after death experience brings them right back to check if you got something new or it’s a rehash of many scams that got piled in the barrel. Mine is old plus it’s abbreviated. I can give a blow by blow up to the point I somehow recovered to resume my life. So I really don’t know what happens beyond that. It’s like a movie that got cut by some technical difficulty.

I suffered a major car mishap when the car I was riding in front rammed a tree at the end of a ravine to bring it to a crushing stop. The car practically got nailed to the big round trunk which took the collision without flinching an inch. My companion perished and I was whisked away to the nearest hospital hovering between life and death. My lungs collapsed and three of my ribs were broken as my ribcage tore into my insides to cause internal hemorrhage.

I was floating above a tree and witnessed bystanders dragging my form to a tricycle which they hailed by the side of the highway. The jeep that swerved suddenly to throw us off to the ditch as we tried to overtake it at high speed was nowhere to be seen and had made a run for it probably to escape any liability. My consciousness was floating free above the scene and I felt the lightness that all other narrations describe about out of body experience.

I also saw the great white light in the wide sky. It was not eerie or blinding. I should say it was gentle and calming. I really don’t know if there was God but I felt I could talk to the translucence, so to speak, and began to plead with the brilliant space or formless radiance in the stratosphere above me about my case. I said I had to go back to my body because I had two tots who weren’t even school age yet and their mother, my wife was barely out of her teens being ten years my junior.

I didn’t get a reply. I just felt a sensation of diving back to my body on top of a surgical bed in the operating room. When I opened my eyes this doctor had a long ice pick which he stabbed into my middle to find out if there were traces of blood that would cling to the dipstick when he pulled it out. The pain I felt woke me from dead literally. Must be a very crude way to check for internal bleeding without anesthesia but in my comatose state sedation was probably very redundant.

So I can’t honestly tell you that I saw the face of God. I survived so I didn’t die. I talked to somebody or some presence that much I can verify but he was not too talkative and responded to my plea very proactively without mincing any kind of language at all. So the two tots I talked b about have graduated college and have good jobs. The time I asked for is over. So I’m sitting here and typing but not so sure if I will ever see Barack get reelected.

O’ Most Holy Almighty God The Father In Heaven

The Abba Krishna

I Love You

Hare Krishna, Hare Rama, Abba Krishna