In Good HandsIt was late September several years ago. I went to my boyfriend's house to watch movies. My boyfriend's house was several miles down the road from mine along a major roadway. During the first movie, I fell asleep. It was around 11:00 p.m. As I was sleeping I felt somebody grab my arm. I just figured it was my boyfriend and thought nothing of it until a second later I woke up. When I awoke I was in my bed in my house. I was really scared because I knew I was supposed to be at my boyfriend's place and I knew something supernatural was about to happen.
I looked at the door to my bedroom and started to pray because I did not know what else to do. Suddenly, a bright ball of light appeared by the door. It turned into a young man. I was so afraid I could not even move. I began to pray more feverishly thinking I was seeing a ghost and asking God to protect me from it.
The young man was very handsome. He had blondish red hair and brown eyes. He was clean-shaven. He was wearing a white flowing translucent robe and light was streaming from him. He had a golden belt around his robe made from golden strands of rope. His sandals were burnished bronze. He had no wings.
When I saw him I pushed myself up against the wall as far as I could. He looked at me and smiled. He started to speak to me through my thoughts. He could read my mind. The first thing he said was, "Do not be afraid." Then he said, "Do you know who I am?" I thought to myself, "No, I have no idea", although he looked vaguely familiar. Then he said, "Think for a moment". As he was saying this I realized instantly that it was my second cousin, Scott. He went to my high school, but he was one of the more popular kids and I was not. I liked Scott, but never really talked to him that much.
I asked him what he was doing there in my room. He answered, "I died." I responded, "You WHAT?" He laughed at me and said again, "I am dead." I said, "How can you be dead when you are standing here talking to me?" He responded again, "Well you see, I am not really dead. Only my body is dead, but my spirit lives. I just wanted to tell you that I am on my way to Heaven and I am all right. I just met Jesus and I am so excited to go to be with him."
I stared at him blankly in disbelief. He was standing there joking around with me and laughing. He shone like the sun. As he continued to joke with me, I did not hear a word he was saying. I was so in shock. I just kept staring at him, shining so brightly. He was so happy, so ecstatic to go home to be with Jesus.
After what seemed like an eternity, he said, "Well I need to go now. I just wanted to tell you that I am all right." As quickly as he appeared he disappeared into thin air. I felt something tug at my arm again and it woke me up.
I was on the sofa at my boyfriend's house. I woke him up and told him about my weird dream. The time was 1:38 a.m. Because I remember looking at the clock right when I awoke. He asked me who the person was in my dream. I tried hard to remember, but could not think of who it might have been. I felt as though I knew the person but the identity eluded me. I remember thinking it had to be a prophetic dream or vision of some kind.
I was afraid my mom would be upset if I stayed at my boyfriend's house all night, so I was going to get up and drive home at 1:45 a.m. Suddenly as I went to get up, I felt as though someone had drugged me and was unable to move. I immediately fell back asleep. When I awoke I looked at the clock again. It was 4:00 a.m. I panicked thinking my mom would be really mad at me. I jumped into my car and drove down the road several miles to my house. I went through a very dangerous intersection where many deaths have occurred. Right at the intersection, there was a heavy fog. I felt eeriness as I drove through that spot.
The next day I was getting ready in the bathroom when my mom came running in. She was hysterical and said that my second cousin had died in a motorcycle accident the night before. It happened at that same creepy intersection that I had driven through the night before. Suddenly, it dawned on me that the man in my dream was my second cousin.
I looked at the article about the accident in the newspaper. It said he died at 1:38 a.m. and the emergency vehicles were there until shortly before 4:00 a.m. Apparently, he appeared to me in those few seconds right after he died and before his soul departed to Heaven. Also ironic is the fact that I drove right past the spot only minutes after the last emergency vehicle left the scene. Had I left right away, I would have seen almost everything. I think God spared me that agony.
I am not sure why he chose to come to me that way. His mother is a pastor and I do not think even she felt any signs from God in regards to this happening. I think the reason Scott came to me was because I was not sure if he was a Christian or not. I think he wanted me to know that he believes in Jesus as his Savior and he is going to be with him forever. That gives me much peace in my heart that I would not have had otherwise.
At Scott's funeral, I felt such recognition when I saw his body lying there. I knew it was the person in my dream, although in my dream he was clean-shaven and his face on his earthly body was not. The pastor began to talk about the afterlife and how Scott is with Jesus in Heaven. I had to smile because I know he is so happy there.... Happier than we can ever imagine.
Today I still wonder whether I had a dream or an out of body experience. When something tugged my arm I felt pulled. I think an angel pulled me out of my body, so that I could communicate with Scott. By the way, I do not believe in ghosts and do not feel he was a ghost. This was his real spirit departing his body. He has never appeared to me since. If he did that most certainly would be an evil spirit that takes on the form of a dead person to confuse others about the afterlife or to bring fear. Yes, I do believe in angels, but Scott was not an angel either. Angels are immortal beings. The Bible says once we die, we go to Heaven or Hell. We do not wonder the Earth or talk to people on Earth. I am so glad that Jesus cared enough about me to allow Scott to talk to me in his final moments on Earth. He is in good hands.