On the right, you can see a picture of me on the operating table, just before doctors attempted to remove the bolt shot into my neck from a lawnmower, which was my 2nd NDE at age 8.
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from “This Boy is About to Die”:
My brother, Michael Bernard, was born on November 22nd, 1952, and passed away on March 3rd, 1953 after losing his bout with pneumonia. After him, my sisters came into this world in 1954, and then, in 1956. My mother and father were quite happy with the family, but still wanted a male child, like their first-born. That’s where I came in.
April 3rd, 1959: The day of my birth.
NDE #1: SIDS
I remember coming home to “Heaven”, after a short journey to Earth. I’m not sure how long I was here, but it was everything I’d heard it would be, and so much to see and hear! I was so happy to be home, though…This was where I belonged, after all.
“You aren’t to stay here”, I was told, by various entities around me.
“Why not?”
“You’re just getting started! You have your whole LIFE ahead of you.”
“No, it was great. Lots of things to experience, but I’m home, now.”
“You are to go back.”
“Why?”
“Because we had to take the first male child born to this family, and we can’t do that again. You need to go back and be their son. That’s all they wanted, and you’re going back to them.”
“They have two female children. They seem happy. They’ll be fine, without me.”
“They really miss their first little boy, Michael… And you are the replacement for the little boy they didn’t get to keep.”
“I really like it here.”
“We know. And we love you being here. But you have a wonderful life awaiting you.”
“I have one, now.”
“As a human.”
“Oh. Why now? Why here?”
“They really wanted a little boy, and since the one they named ‘Michael’ returned to us, they’ve had two little girls, and are really praying for another little boy to love.”
”That’s really what they want?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you remember? This was your idea! And a really good one. You volunteered for this mission.”
“Yeah…But I don’t know…”
“Go. They will love you as we do.”
“Really? Is that even possible?”
“You will be so happy with them, and never feel unloved.”
“Are you SURE? It’s such a noisy place. Not very peaceful.”
“Yes. Go, now. They are waiting for you.”
“Why was Michael taken back?”
“Part of their learning experience, on Earth.”
“They will love me, as you say?”
“They will. And you have much to see, to teach, to learn.”
“This was MY idea?”
“You’ve forgotten, already!”
“Well, no…just…just making sure.”
“Go, now. They miss you, so. They will love you as much as they are able. You will have such a great family experience, and an exciting life, and then report back here, tomorrow.”
“Only one day more, then?”
“Tomorrow, meaning when your mission is through.”
“Oh. Right…(looking at the couple) They look so sad…”
“They wait for your return. You mean the world to them.”
“I do? I hope it’s all you say it is.”
“It is. And so much more.”
“See you soon.”
And so it came to be. It turns out that I died of S.I.D.S. (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome), along with quite a few other babies, who didn’t come back with me. My grandmother had already told my parents, “Pick out a grave for him, he’s not coming back.” She had guessed correctly…almost. She’s still alive as I write this in 2013, having just turned 104 years of age. Quite a warrior, herself!*
* As I re-edit this in Oct., 2013, I update that she passed only two weeks before her 104th birthday. My “Angel on Earth” has returned.
So, I got to be their little boy, and watch how humans work. I always looked at the world a little differently, since I got an outside view so early in “life”. I never felt like a replacement, or anything less than special, more a “…gift from God”, as my mother would say. So, I gradually got used to the idea of humanity, and forgot all about not belonging here. True to their word, they loved me as promised. And I loved them, too. Even my older sisters.
Because of my unusual entrance into the world, I was shown some things that perhaps another child wouldn’t see, or experience.