Otherworldly experiences by the departed

4 This engineer then saw two other people, people that were known to him from the past and who had died in the meantime, who were also looking into the fire. A figure eventually appeared that he rated as “Jesus”. He mentally asked him for help and then regained consciousness in his terrestrial body shortly after. 2. What a non-believer experienced at death’s door An experience similar to the one above was broadcast on the 24 th of March 1994 (21.00 – 22.15) by the Zweiten Deutschen Fernsehen (ZDF) in their series “Kontakte’, a program about the theme “Ich habe die Hölle gesehen. Nah-Todes-Erfahrungen (I have seen hell. Near-death experiences). An American, Professor Howard Storm , amongst others reported what he experienced at death’s door and how a supernatural power or inspiration induced him to timely say a prayer, something that saved him. He was a successful Professor of Art at the University of Northern Kentucky for 20 years before his experience. On a business trip via Paris he was taken to a hospital there because of a perforated bowel. The doctors had given up on him. Akin to a miracle he survived the operation. He experienced something terrible during these critical hours and it radically changed his life after . He said: “Which mentally sane person would admit that he was a candidate for hell? A sane person certainly not. Only the insane or people who somehow feel that this experience had changed them, would admit that they had been to that place before and that they were so unworthy that they had landed at such a wretched place.” Howard Storm experienced this when he exited his body before and during his operation whilst under narcosis and led to a place that one could call hell. Being a professor of the arts he decided to make a drawing of his experience that he then explained during the telecast. A multitude of black figures had apparently attacked him. He reports: “I am being attacked here in this place of darkness. I drew myself lighter in order to differentiate myself from the other children of this darkness. I am naturally not better than them. This is called artistic license. I tried to depict the glee they felt as they devoured me. I left the room wherein I had found myself and I thought that the figures that accompanied me were the hospital personal that were supposed to take me to my operation. I thought that I was alive and that I was okay even though my wife could neither hear me nor see me, something that perturbed me somewhat. These figures took me on a long journey of lots and lots of kilometres, they remained with me, guided and guarded over me so that we didn’t lose our way. I eventually realised that we were no longer in the hospital, but I didn’t know where we were because everything was so dark and mysterious. But I was aware that some uncanny things were happening here. I became very much afraid of these people and told them that I no longer wanted to go with them. They replied: ‘We are almost there’ and they started to pull and drag me. Even though I had just experienced the worst day in my life, I fought them. Even though I had walked for hours I didn’t feel the slightest tiredness. I fought against these people and I felt very strong and very powerful. I hit their faces. I bashed them. But they just laughed about everything that I did as if all of this was extremely funny. They pulled and dragged me and they then began to scratch and rip me. The laughter grew and the noise was colossal. I eventually lay there, completely torn apart, broken and covered in unspeakable dirt. I then heard myself say: ‘Pray to God’ and I said to myself: ‘I don’t believe in God’. I cannot pray to him. It was very strange because I could indeed hear myself say: ‘Pray to God’. I then thought, how should I pray? I then heard a very emotional: ‘Pray to God for the third time.’