People have always wondered if there’s really a life after death,if heaven and hell really exist.I keep my views to myself. But I believe that whatever would make a hard-trained marine go to tears is worth giving attention.
There have been many incidences of Near death experiences ( NDEs) Over the past few decades. But the story below caught my attention and I can’t hold it back from you
Listen to a U.S. Marine from Louisiana named Shawn Weed who hada frightening 8-minute NDE of a terrible place— the vestibule to Hell.Below is his account as transcribed and summarized by Michael Brown ofSpirit Daily, followed by Weed’s 1+hour-long video.Shawn Weed with his military ID cardMARINE CLAIMS HE ENCOUNTERED HORRIFYING DEMON DURING ‘DEATH’ AND WAS RESCUED BY ARCHANGELTo recount: on a break from the Marines and relaxing (“chilling”) with two Marine buddies (one a corporal, the other an S-2 intelligence agent), Weed and his friends were goofing around taking pictures of a noose that was placed over his neck when — caught from behind by one of the men, who thought it would be even funnier to tighten the noose a bit — Weed was suddenly unable to inhale, unbeknown to his colleagues, who had snapped a few photographs of the “gag” and thought Weed was prolonging the stunt.He was anything but.Weed found himself unable to breathe. Desperate, the Marine had tried to loosen thenoose strangling him. That proved impossible. Suddenly, he found himself there in the room, but in an entirely new way, now staring at his own body in the same room as his Marine buddies, who took an appallingly long while to notice that he was unconscious and in trouble. His spirit had left his body.With equal suddenness, Weed next found himself out of the room and in a totally unfamiliar otherworldly place with darkness so thick and solid black it nearly had a texture: a vast region or plane that seemed tohave no ground or floor, and yet with something that he was standing on, like air but hard, a place he didn’t recognize at all: nolight, no wind, no sound, standing on nothing, as if in a giant warehouse. The only light was a dim light coming from his own form. He felt stuck despite trying to stride forward to find an exit. “I had no clue,” he says, “where I was.”“I began to realize that I was standing in-between two parallel planes that stretch on forever and there’s no walls, there’s no doors, there’s no windows, I’m trapped in between these two parallel planes, and there’s no way out.“From that point I became very scared but before I could even think of another thought I was snatched off of my feet by a very, very large demon. And of course for me, I didn’t know what had happened. It was like getting hit by a truck and having no clue that it was ever coming. This thing had come upon me so fast and caught me with such complete surprise and was so big, I can’t possibly begin to describe what it feels like to be in the grips of something that big.“I had this shooting pain from my head to myfeet, like a bolt of electricity but not stopping.And I had this pounding sensation, this hurting, pounding sensation from my left shoulder and I saw these fingers that came down to roughly to the bottom of my chest. The depth of its hands went from the side of my neck the breadth of my shoulder. That was the width of its hand. The color of its skin was black and red. I don’t know if it was red with black shadows moving across it or red with a black oily substance like a cloud moving beneath the skin so it makes it have a perception of moving while standing still, like the sky with clouds moving. I was watching these giant red fingers with blackness moving through them and this thing was crushing my left shoulder.”“This thing had me and was just smiling at me, waiting for me to look at it. When I lookedover my shoulder, this thing was grotesque. It sounds even more crazy, but it was like thirteen feet tall. Anything you want to know in this place you can ask it in your mind and the answer is given to you and when I thought how big it was, ‘thirteen feet’ came to me. All I know it was huge, ripped through with muscles. No hair, no beard. Just completely hairless and humanoid in shape — two legs, two arms, one mouth, one nose, two ears. The differences were this: where our eyes are white, its were yellow, and where our irises are green or blue or brown, its irises were gold and diamond-shaped likea snake’s. It had a really wide flat nose and gleaming white teeth, perfectly shaped like a human’s. The only thing strange about the teeth is where we have the canines, it had two tusks coming out of its mouth like a boar, a wild pig.“The thing picked me up like I weighed nothing to it. And it was taking me along for aride. I only looked at its face for a second. That’s all it took. As a man, I’m not afraid of any other man on the face of this earth. I will fight any man, I don’t care how much bigger they are than me. But this thing? There was no fighting it. It was far too big. It was like it weighed three or four thousand pounds. You could take one of me and put another on top of me and you still wouldn’t be as tall. This thing had me by the shoulder and was moving at a very fast velocity. It felt like a hundred miles an hour and it had complete control. There was nothing, nothing at all, I could do to get away. I had seen that face for only a second and it was enough to scare me. I’m pretty sure it would scare anyone.”All hope drained from Weed. It seemed like it was all over. “I think that the strength of hopeis with God and without God and any hope you don’t really have a reason to live and to fight and you don’t have any strength whatsoever,” he says in the video (which youcan view below). “Without hope you don’t have strength. After hope left me, and it was taking me wherever it wanted to take me.” The thought came to him that they were headed from the “outer darkness” (what he later wondered is what the Bible calls “Abraham’s bosom”) toward the fiery part (the “fire and brimstone”) of hell.This confused Weed.He was no saint. He was indifferent (or what the Bible says about being “lukewarm”). He “drank like a fish,” many nights, and smoked some cigarettes; slept around. Who knows what else.But he didn’t consider himself a “bad” person. He was no murderer. He’d never molested a child. He occasionally went to church.And so he found it “mortally appalling” that he was “being taken to hell” — by a towering demon.Sounds preposterous, until you watch and listen to Weed tell it.Fantasy? Like a comic book drama?If so, it’s one that makes this tough-looking Marine weep at several junctures.That crying begins when he describes (starting around 52 minutes into the video) how he was rescued — by an angel.“I was just an average guy,” he said. “I never pictured myself as bad.” As he thought of such things he saw a pinprick of light.“As I was thinking this to myself — that I’m not such a bad guy — that’s when that light appeared,” he says, “and I looked up at it — like a star far off in the night sky, something so tiny and insignificant and far away that it couldn’t possibly help me.“Then it moved off to the left a little bit and went back to the right. It moved and I wondered, ‘What is that?’ and I began focusing on it and it came rushing at me like — the only way I could describe it — the speed of this thing was like a bolt of lightning.“It came at me so fast that one second it was just a tiny little star in the night sky and the next there was blinding white light and his hand was reaching down to me and it was anangel [here he begins to weep].“My hand just reached up and grabbed this hand, my reflex was just to grab this hand. And as soon as I touched this hand all three of us were motionless and standing on this ground that you can’t see.“This beast, this demon, still had me by the shoulder and instinctively I knew to stand still because I knew if I moved it would have ripped my shoulder and arm off and beaten me with it. It was just that massively strong. There was something in me telling me, ‘Don’t move. Don’t move.’“I was just standing there looking up at this angel and this angel was like nine feet six inches tall and had brown wavy hair pushed to the back and had olive-colored skin, it wasn’t really white, it wasn’t really black, it was somewhere in between, but the light thatwas emanating from within it was so bright white that it practically overshadowed the color of its skin.“I say ‘it’ because it wasn’t really a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ although the body was shaped like a ‘he,’ like a male, and when you looked at its face it’s like the most handsome man you have ever seen combined with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I mean,when you look at this angel, you think, ‘Wow, he is beautiful.’ I know this is a funny thing tosay. In the vernacular, a man is ‘handsome’ and a woman is ‘beautiful.’“But this angel was just beautiful.“Its eyes were blue — I mean perfect blue. If someone took a piece of the sky and put it in its eyes, or a cup from the ocean, and put it inits eyes, there were no flaws in them. Just perfect. Just beautiful.“He was shaped like a man with a chest and strong arms and an Adam’s apple, a strong man, more like a fitness-trainer strong, not body-builder strong like the demon with muscles popping from where they shouldn’t be. But you can tell this angel was there to fight and he had on a white robe cut in a v-neck in the front and gold along the edge of his collar like embroidered and this robe was kind of like a white Roman tunic that came just before below his knees and elbows and I was just blown away by it.“I’m looking up at it and blown away by its brightness and beauty and at the same time frozen in place and you could feel [the] anger[from the demon] like heat and it looked around to see what had stopped it: It turned around and was ready to fight, make no mistake; this demon was ready to get down in the worst way — but as it whipped around, this angel — its speed was just incredible and it just rushed forward and with open palm hit this demon and had to angle its arm upwards at about the height of its head to hit this demon in the chest and it hit this demon with such power — I can’t describe the fierceness of it, the power of this thing. It hit this demon with such force that its hand wasliterally ripped from my shoulder and it had no clue what had hit him.“By the time it turned its head it was already hit.“And this demon was hit with such force that it literally folded up and flew backwards.”The angel, allegedly, according to the Marine,then called Weed by a “long” mystical name.“It called me this name to let me know more or less that I still had a chance to make it intoHeaven, that I had a heavenly name, and that I squandered it, I wasted it, and if this had been my ultimate time, that’s where I would have stayed. When he called me this long name, it was a feeling of ‘home.’”The name was just as quickly removed from his memory.“It looked at me and it began to speak at me and its voice was like a waterfall. If a waterfall could speak, like a rushing sound. I understood it was converting my understanding to understanding its language. It didn’t descend down to my broken language of English. It elevated me up to understand its language and he looked at me and said, ‘Hello, my name is Michael’ [Weed weeps again].’ I immediately knew this was the Archangel of the Bible.”The demon was trying to get back, claims Weed, and the angel “gave me a saddened look and he said, ‘Your time has not yet come. It’s time for you to go.’”Immediately the Marine was back in his body, as immediately as he had left. Shawn opened his eyes; he came back to “life”; there he was, back in the room with his friends; lying on the sofa they had placed him on; he said it took twenty minutes to recover use of his body, as they tried to revive him (successfully, happily).