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FIRST OF ALL, YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND HOW SPIRITS OR DEMONS CAN AFFECT YOU. THE BEST DEscriptION THAT I EVER SAW IS AS FOLLOWS.
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Dr. George Ritchie's near-death experience
In December 1943, during World War II, twenty-year-old Dr. George Ritchie died of pneumonia. Nine minutes later, miraculously and unaccountably, he returned to life to tell of his amazing near-death experience in the afterlife. His near-death experience was the one that profoundly moved Dr. Raymond Moody to begin seriously investigating the near-death experience. Since Dr. Moody is considered to be the "father of the near-death experience" this near-death experience is in a class of its own. The following is Dr. George Ritchie's awesome near-death experience excerpted from his ground-breaking books, Return From Tomorrow and My Life After Dying.
Seeing spirits among the living
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With a start I noticed that we were moving. I hadn't been aware of leaving the hospital, but now it was nowhere in sight. The living events of my life, which had crowded round us had vanished too: instead we seemed to be high above the earth, speeding together toward a distant pinprick of light. .....
I noticed a certain phenomenon repeatedly - people unaware of others right beside them. I saw a group of assembly-line workers gathered around a coffee canteen. One of the women asked another for a cigarette, begged her in fact, as though she wanted it more than anything in the world. But the other one, chatting with her friends, ignored her. She took a pack of cigarettes from her coveralls, and without ever offering it to the woman who reached for it so eagerly, took one out and lit it. Fast as a striking snake the woman who had been refused snatched at the lighted cigarette in the other one's mouth. Again she grabbed at it. And again ...With a little chill of recognition I saw that she was unable to grip it. Like me, in fact, she was dead.
In one house a younger man followed an older one from room to room. 'I'm sorry, Pa!' he kept saying. 'I didn't know what it would do to Mama! I didn't understand.' But though I could hear him clearly, it was obvious that the man he was speaking to could not. The old man was carrying a tray into a room where an elderly woman sat in bed. 'I'm sorry, Pa,' the young man said again. 'I'm sorry, Mama.' Endlessly, over and over, to ears that could not hear. Several times we paused before similar scenes. A boy trailing a teenaged girl through the corridors of a school. 'I'm sorry, Nancy!' A middle-aged woman begging a gray-haired man to forgive her.
What are they so sorry for, Jesus?' I pleaded.
'Why do they keep talking to people who can't hear them?'
Then from the Light beside me came the thought:
'They are suicides, chained to every consequence of their act.'
Gradually I began to notice something else. All of the living people we were watching were surrounded by a faint luminous glow, almost like an electrical field over the surface of their bodies. This luminosity moved as they moved, like a second skin made out of pale, scarcely visible light. At first I thought it must be reflected brightness from the Person at my side. But the buildings we entered gave off no reflection, neither did inanimate objects. And then I realized that the non-physical beings didn't either. My own unsolid body, I now saw, was without this glowing sheath.
At this point the Light drew me inside a dingy bar and grill near what looked like a large naval base. A crowd of people, many of them sailors, lined the bar three deep, while others jammed wooden booths along the wall. Though a few were drinking beer, most of them seemed to be belting whiskies as fast as the two perspiring bartenders could pour them. Then I noticed a striking thing. A number of the