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Anne Horn’s near-death experience occurred as a result of being strangled by her husband, who in a fit of rage, brought her to the point of death. She describes leaving her body, encountering an uncle she never met in this life on the other side, reviewing her life, being shown a vision of how “a new age of Heaven on Earth” would unfold, and being reminded that she had agreed to come to Earth to help manifest this vision. Anne also describes many things that happened to her after her near-death experience, including dealing with aftereffects such as being able to read people’s thoughts, blowing up light bulbs, affecting watches and cash registers, being aware of things happening in other dimensions, being able to communicate with some animals telepathically, and sometimes ending up in places that she didn’t intend to go in order to help someone in need.
Here is a partial transcript of what Anne says:
“He looked down at me and he said, ‘you’re not supposed to be here. It’s not time for you to be here.’
“And I remember looking up at him and saying, ‘but I want to be here’… With all my heart, I wanted to be there. I wanted to go home. I was happy.
“And he took a pause and… you could see him thinking about something and deciding whether to say something. And with that… there was a picture placed in my head of a memory of my original agreement of why I had come to Earth to begin with. It was like I remembered and I went, ‘Oh, right. Right…’
“One of the things that bothers me so tremendously about the metaphysical movement, in lieu of my experience and in lieu of what I was shown… if there is any message I can give, it’s not about meditating and leaving your body and taking your Light Being out of this Earth. Indeed, not. It is about bringing the Light into this Earth. Stay here. Be an anchor. Let the Light come in through you into this world. Don’t abandon this world. We need you. We need you here. We need you to be present. And we need you to be open, with an open heart… Everybody must be open. To bring this new age in, it is about opening your heart and letting it sing through you. It is coming! And it is a matter of all of us. Just open your heart and let It come in. Don’t leave. Don’t meditate and think this place is a bad place and we’re going to get out of here. This is a wonderful place. And it’s going to get even more wonderful. You’re here to anchor the Light so It can come into this dimension and be here.”
My name was Anne. Since my experience, I have changed my name.
I grew up in a southern Methodist family, one of six kids, regular childhood, was an average student, went to college for a year and was too immature to handle the responsibility so I came home. My plan B was to go to secretarial school and marry a nice boy, have some kids. Pretty average beginnings I think.
I met a man who saw my picture in my college yearbook. A lot of circumstances happened to line up for us to meet. I had missed the appointment to have my picture taken twice. Finally, someone had to beg me to come and get my picture taken for the yearbook. The man I met was a friend of a friend and he saw my picture while at his friend’s house. He then tracked me down and told me that we HAD to meet. We did after many phone calls. We were married five months later. He was eleven years my senior. My parents were glad to marry me off.
Needless to say the conflict between us began immediately. He was controlling and I was, well, nineteen years old. I did not want to get married but did it anyway for something to do. The gravity of my decision hit me literally. I had no training in abuse so I had no appropriate behaviors to get out of it. I believed that once people got married, it should be forever. How could I get divorced after my parents spent so much on the wedding and all those gifts? I had to make it work. But it didn’t. Not ever. I lost a baby and then finally had another when I was twenty-two years old. A baby girl. Then the beatings and the anger from my husband escalated. I told my parents about it but they thought I was exaggerating.
Then one day after a bad golf game he came into the kitchen and started hitting me and yanking me around the kitchen by my neck. It came to halt when he lifted me up off the floor and pressed my neck into the kitchen wall. He was screaming and wild eyed. I started to struggle. I looked into his eyes and knew he was out of control. He no longer knew what he was doing. I thought to myself that I was not going to get out of this one. Then a calm poured into my body and the sounds faded away. I could still see him but could not hear him.
Then I saw a man in the distance above the kitchen range coming toward me. My head turned but it passed through my physical head. I watched my life go past me like a flip card version. It was short and there were no offenses. It was explained to me that I was young and hadn’t had time to really hurt anyone.
This man, who was in a robe, asked me, “Are you ready to go?”
I asked him, “What will happen to my daughter?”
Then I was shown her life. She would live with his Mom and would grow up loved and have a good life.
I said, “I am ready. But how does this work? Will I float through the rafters into space?”
The next thing I knew I was floating upward into a dark space that went on forever. There was no light, per se, but it was filled with sparkles, but I couldn’t see them. I could see but there was nothing to see. It is hard to describe.
I was aware of infinite knowledge and order. There were no churches. It was definitely impressed upon me that there is no good or bad as we know it. All is learning and all is forgiven. I also had no memory of where I had just come from.
I looked forward and saw a lighted tunnel and at the entrance were many people. They saw me coming and alerted the person in charge. This person came floating up to me. He reached me in an instant. I immediately knew him as “Uncle.” I remember thinking, “I don’t have an uncle who looks like him.” He was dressed in khaki pants, a white shirt and a tan sweater vest. He carried a clipboard. I thought, “How odd.” He had floated just a bit in front of my path blocking me from going further. Then he telepathically said, “It is not your time.”
In the same manner I told him, “I am going home!” (It was sort of like saying, “What are you talking about?”)
Seeing how I willed to go forward, he talked to “others” who were somewhere else. They told him to show me something. Then he came up beside me and we both looked down onto the Earth.
All over the U.S. and some other countries, there were groups of people, some three, some one person, some many people, etc, at work doing what looked like triage work of mending hearts by putting their hands over the hearts of others. It seemed at times they would roll them into what looked like caves. Once they were healed, they would be wheeled out again and set on their way. Most of the healings worked but some failed. They were working so fast to get as many healed as possible. They also wore white.
I asked if they were nurses? “No,” he said.
I said almost in disbelief, “But there are only thousands of them!”
And then he said, “That is all we need.” They would tip the balance. What they did was all that was necessary to do to accomplish what needed to be done.
Then I saw this whole group of people become one consciousness because of something they on the Other Side had activated within them. They became ONE. At that moment, they were able to send a bolt of pure light into the world through their bodies. It entered through their backs, behind their hearts, and exited through their chest and out into the world and into every nook and cranny of the world. Then the fog of shadows and fear rolled back and a new age of Heaven on Earth came. It wasn’t going to last forever, but it would for many thousands of years. Everything would be different.
I looked at him and he said, “We need you there.”
Then I remembered it was my contract to be there and to do my part. It was my husband’s part to send me over to see this and experience what I was seeing. It was just a role for which he had no bad intentions. It was up to me to remember and not play a victim.
With that, I found myself back in my body but there still were no sounds. It was calm and peaceful and full of love. I felt chosen and special and content.
Then the sounds came back. My husband was still screaming at me, “Are you afraid of me now!”
I said, “No, you send me to my Father.” How I said this I do not know.
This jolted him awake, it seemed to me, and he dropped me to the floor. Then he stormed out the door. I collapsed in a heap which was so peaceful and easy. Life is going to be great.
But then I heard what felt like banging pots and pans and clatter and thousands of voices all at once. At first, it was far away and then it came closer. I sat in anticipation of it coming nearer. Then, with a swoosh, all of this world’s fear and chatter and business came back into my body. I felt so sad and so far from home.
I knew I was done with this relationship and I divorced soon after. I did not prosecute nor did I mention it to anyone until 15 years later. I didn’t want to be locked up in psyche ward. It was weird. I was homesick and wanted to go home. But I had a daughter and a life to make.
When I went to the IANDS.org meetings I started to remember things about my experience, like the sparkles. I remember even trying to find words for what I experienced, but there are no words that capture the feeling, the knowledge, the way things are over there. Love is completely different. There is an intelligence which my brain cannot even begin to know the whole picture, nor even a small part of it.
It did seem that the vision of the future I was shown was going to happen around the time I reached my forties, it seemed, because that is how I looked at it. But I am 52 now and I still have no clue what it means specifically. I do try to help people find and act on their hearts in everything I do.
I wouldn’t describe me as a peaceful or contented person. My life has had many losses in it and hurts. Nothing has been easy but oddly difficult.
I came back very psychic, which I hated. I didn’t want to know what people really thought because most of them are unaware of what they are actually thinking. I blew every light bulb I came in contact with. Watches stopped working, cash registers added up wrong or stopped, weird woo-woo stuff happens all the time, sometimes more than at other times. I had a man I slept with and I could hear he and his daughters out of their bodies playing all night. I finally got up and told them to get back in their bodies and hush up and go to sleep! Then I listened to all his dreams as he had them. It was a long night. I couldn’t be with him because it was too much noise! But do you think I’m going to tell anyone about this? Heck no!
People see white swirling lights around me from time to time. These psychic happenings make dating very hard. I can talk telepathically to some animals but not all of them. Like humans, some animals are evolved and some are unaware. Horses are my favorite because they are so clear. Sometimes I will answer someone’s question when it enters their head. This spooks everyone out. Sometimes I find myself somewhere I didn’t intend to go to, but I would be just in time to help someone there in a vital way. That doesn’t happen so much anymore. While this may seem great, it is not. I don’t see everything. My daughters think I am nuts. Going out on dates are few and far between. It seems the less I say the better.
I am now trained in remote viewing. I know anyone can have these experiences without dying. God is no longer a belief. God is a knowing and that is a comfort to me. But people who try to take my experience and use it to validate a religious point drive me nuts. Some people say this is what Rudolph Steiner said or this is antichristian. But it is neither because nothing can even begin to encompass God in the realm I felt. There is nothing like it here on Earth yet. But, evidently, someday there will be.
Going to IANDS has helped me a lot. I live day by day. I suffer disappointments also. I wish I had the answers for a perfect life but I don’t. Because many other people have experienced this, more is being written about it, and more parts are coming forward. But just remember, there are no words for a multidimensional timeless experience.
I am not saying, in any way, that murder is part of a divine plan. It is NOT. I am just saying that it was only for me.
My ex-husband and I have talked about it and we have forgiven each other. We are on good terms but we don’t hang out together. We are not friends. That was then and it is now in the past. All is forgiven and understood. My daughter, now thirty years old, lives with her Dad and helps him in his business. He has mellowed and has become so sensitive that he no longer goes hunting nor considers it a sport. He once watched a deer cry as it was dying. He cried his heart out and vowed to never hurt another living thing. He is still a country boy at heart, just a gentler one. There are happy endings, but sometimes it takes time.
By the way, many years later I was looking through my grandmother’s photos years after her death and found some photos of my grandfather’s brothers. I came across a picture of “Uncle.” It was the man I saw on the Other Side. My grandfather and his brothers had died years before I was even born. I had never seen these photos before.