Catalina

I am actually a volunteer and I work in a laboratory performing bio-medical analysis. I am happy just being able to learn there.

On the January 6, I saw a colleague was having a problem opening an autoclave, so I asked her if she needed help. Both of us tried to open up that mechanism. I was electrocuted when a big vibrational field exploded and hit me in the face. I fell down and struck my head.

I don’t know how much time I was unconscious. I woke up in the same room able to see my body. I was able to receive information without actually thinking, speaking, or hearing. It was all white and bright. I figured I was dead because my body was on the floor. I didn’t see blood or anything. I knew I was dead. I felt so sorry; it was the saddest moment. I was crying because I didn’t know why I died. It was the very first time I felt the compassion, but it was for me. I was always a good, caring and kind person. But I’ve never been my own friend. So, I was feeling like I needed to hug and tell myself, ‘It’s going to be okay.’ Right when I was crying and asking if I am dying, I received information. I don’t know why it happened but I know that some aspects of my life flashed, just like on a screen. Then, I remembered that I am a mother. I saw my son’s face and I understood that God will let me live again. I felt like I had to choose. It felt like God was on my right side and a little behind me. It wasn’t something that I had to see, but it was that peace that I felt when he is there. I knew things I never knew, and did everything accordingly. God gave me the feeling that I shouldn’t be kind just to say how kind I am, but be unconditionally kind with everyone, including myself at every time and in any circumstances.

I woke up for real after that, and was able to go get help on my own two feet.

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