Death is Not the End: A Near Death Experience

The true story of a radio DJ who meets God during a near death experience in 1992 and comes back to tell the tale. Imagine being given a taste of paradise only to have it ripped away again. To meet your Creator and to feel the depths of unconditional love, transcendent peace and belonging and then be flung away. To be shown the meaning of life and fully realise the answers to all life's hard questions, and then to have those memories confiscated. That is what happened to a young, professional, radio host after she took her own life and travelled to the outer gates of heaven. If you have any doubts about the existance of God, life after death and what happens when we die then follow the account of someone who's lived (and died) it first hand and shares her testimony about her Divine encounters, not once, not twice but three times. Journey together with Fiona as she not only shares this incredible story, but also unpacks and investigates the events of that February morning.

I cried harder than I had ever cried in my life. My body convulsed with an anguish like I'd never felt before. Bereft of hope, I sobbed and wailed for three hours straight. I don't think anyone would ever feel this depth of remorse unless they had experienced what I just had been through. Where had I just been? What had I seen? What did I feel? It was so real. It was realer than anything I've ever experienced in my life, and I knew I wasn't dreaming.

I frantically grabbed at the air with my hands, trying to drag the images and the experiences back towards me, desperately aching to go back there. If only I could get hold of it once more, but it was like trying to grab hold of smoke with my fingers, and I simply couldn't cling to it. It wasn't fading away from me, I was being pulled away from the event.

The whole experience was just too wonderous to even put into words. I had been bathed in waves of peace, soothing waves of joy and even waves of love, that permeated me to the very core. Imagine a place where the feelings are so pure and so real that they seep right through you. I knew that I had found my true home and I never wanted to leave.

But then, without warning I was slowly pulled away, removed, evicted if you will. Extricated from this idyllic paradise, I drifted back down to the "reality" I had always known as "life" and I felt the peace drain from my being.

Suicide had long been the ace up my sleeve to escape my misery. It wasn't that I wanted to die, I just didn't want to have to put up with living anymore. In a bid to be free of a malicious boss as well as an unfaithful partner, I wrongly assumed that death, the actual act of dying, would be the painful part. Little did I realise that being given a brief taste of heaven, only to have it snatched away again, would be the truly heart wrenching factor. I knew I had just been in the presence of the Divine, the Source, the Creator of all things, and all I wanted was to be back there again and to be immersed in that glorious splendour.

While I was too numb in that precise moment to realise the significance, it wouldn't be long until my life's mission and ambition was to identify and understand, not only the destination, but the path necessary to get back there once more. Where exactly had I been? What did I really see? Who was it I had stood before? And most importantly, would I automatically go back there again if I died or was this a foretaste, an insight into what was possible if I found the right answers? Was it a given, or a warning?

Thus began three decades of investigation and research to identify and understand this incredible experience which had irrevocably changed my perceptions and my attitudes to this condition we call life. Two things I know for certain is that I will never be complete until I find my way back there and just as importantly, death is not the end.