Shared Death Experiences: Glimpses of Eternity? by Raymond A. Moody, Jr.

Quite commonly, bystanders at the death of someone else emphatically report co-living the dying experience of that other person. I first heard such a shared death experience from one of my professors of medicine, who was also a practicing physician, in December 1972. 

This doctor had the unfortunate duty of trying to resuscitate her own mother, who died despite the resuscitation effort. She told me that when she felt her mother die, she found herself floating out of her body and viewing the scene from above. She saw her own physical body and the now-deceased body of her mother down below. She said, “As I was trying to get my bearings,” (her exact words) she became aware of her mother, “now in spirit form” (again, her exact words) alongside her. 

She said her goodbyes to her mother, who receded into an intensely brilliant, white light. The physician saw figures emerging from the light as though to greet the spirit of her dying mother. The physician recognized some of the figures as deceased relatives and friends of her mother’s. However, she did not recognize the others and assumed that they were loved ones of her mother who had died before she herself had been born. 

My professor saw the spirit of her mother reunited with the figures, whereupon they appeared to be drawn back into the light. Then the light was gone. The way the light vanished reminded her of the way in which the lens of a camera closes in a spiral. She found herself back in her own physical body, standing beside the deceased body of her mother.

From: CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD

The greatest secret of all about God:

  "I will appear to you as you see Me"

From: CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD

If you knew Who You Are - that you are the most magnificent, the most remarkable, the most splendid being God has ever created - you would never fear. For who could reject such wondrous magnificence? Not even God could find fault in such a being. But you do not know Who You Are, and you think you are a great deal less.  

From: Conversations with God

All people are special, and all moments are golden. There is no person and there is no time one more special than another.

From: Life on the Other Side by Sylvia Browne

Several psychiatrist, psychologist, and physician friends were doing their own research into reincarnation at the time, and we consulted with each other regularly. Finally several of us gathered one weekend for a panel discussion on the subject, in an auditorium.
Before we started, we discussed the possibility of doing a spontaneous past-life regression onstage, on a volunteer from the audience. My colleagues were hesitant about it. My attitude was, as always: if it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't. But we'll never know until we try.
A handful of people volunteered, and I chose an attractive, well-dressed young man who looked as if he wasn't quite buying this reincarnation blather, but he was patient enough to keep listening on the off chance that we were right.
Before I began the hypnosis process, I asked him if he had any physical or emotional health problems or any phobias that were bothering him. He mentioned a chronically painful right foot, which podiatrists couldn't seem to cure. As for phobias, he confessed a fear that no matter how successful he became or how hard he tried to be liked, people would always see through him, figure out how  inadequate he really was, and laugh at him behind his back.
He was a good subject, willing but not too eager, and easy to hypnotize. I took him slowly through the regression to show the audience how it worked, to keep him comfortable, and to prove that I wasn't leading him and that all the information came from him, not from me. We worked patiently back through this lifetime, to his birth, to the moment of his conception, to his death in a life before this one.
And then we all watched as, with no cue from me, his right foot turned in, as if it were deformed, and his whole demeanor changed from a veneer of self-confidence to a shy, sad, apologetic shadow.
I asked him what today's date was. He gave me a date in 1821, which was 154 years ago.
He introduced himself with a name different from the one he'd given when he arrived onstage, and as far as he was concerned we were in a small town in Virginia instead of a city in northern California. His brief life was an embarrassing burden to his parents and a lonely object of ridicule among his classmates.
My subject on that particular afternoon reported several months later that he'd never suffered another  moment of discomfort in his foot, and never again had he worried about others laughing at him.
Reincarnation is God's logical, loving, compassionate design for the eternal journey of our spirits.
I didn't just want to believe it, I had too much evidence not to believe it.