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Bad Death Bed Experiences

Bad Death Bed Experiences

Although most out-of-body experiences appear to be good, there are some which are not good. Perhaps many more are bad but are not reported. Also, we must remember that Satan can be an angel of light and a great deceiver.

French Infidel, Voltaire (Voices from the edge of eternity, (pp 22)

“When Voltaire felt the stroke which he realized must terminate in death, he was overpowered with remorse. He at once sent for the priest and wanted to be ‘reconciled to the Church.’ Hoping to allay his anguish by a written recantation, he had it prepared, signed it, and saw it witnessed. But it was all unavailing. For two months he was tortured with such an agony as led him at times to gash his teeth in impotent rage against God and man. At other times, in plaintive accents, he would plead, ‘O Christ! O Lord Jesus!’ Then, turning his face he would cry out, ‘ I must die – abandoned of God and of men!'”

“As his end drew near his condition became so frightful that his infidel associates were afraid to approach his bedside. Still they guarded the door that others might not know how awfully an infidel was compelled to die. Even his nurse repeatedly said that for all the wealth of Europe she would never see another infidel die. It was a scene of horror that lies beyond all exaggeration.”

Such is the well-attested end of this man who had a natural sovereignty of intellect, excellent education, great wealth and much earthly honor.”

Another Report

“I am in the flames – Pull me out, Pull me out” (pp 71)

“Mr. W, the subject of his narrative, died in New York about the year 1883 at the age of seventy-four. He was an avowed infidel. He was a good neighbor in some respects, but he was very wicked and scoffed at Christianity. About seven years prior, to his death he attended a revival and the Spirit strove with him, but he resisted to the last….”

“At another time when visited by a doctor, he was groaning and making demonstrations of great agony. The doctor said, ‘Why do you groan; your disease is not painful?’ ‘Oh doctor,’ said he, ‘It is not the body but the soul that troubles me!'”

“On the evening of his death, as the burdened preacher, with a friend, entered the room, he felt that it was filled with an awful presence – as if he were near the region of the damned. The dying man cried out, ‘Oh God! – deliver me from that awful pit!.’ It was not a penitential prayer, but the wail of a lost soul.”

“About fifteen minutes before his death, which happened to be at twelve midnight, he exclaimed, ‘I am in the flames – pull me out, pull me out!’. He kept repeating this, though as his strength failed his words became more faint. At last, the preacher put his ear down close to catch his departing whispers, and the last words he could hear were, ‘Pull me out! Pull me out!'”

“Years later when talking to his preacher, he told me that those last terrible words, ‘I am in the flames – pull me out, pull me out!’ were still ringing in his ears.”

Dr. Maurice Rawlings, M.D, reports the following from his book, Beyond Death’s Door.

“The terrifying experiences may be as abundant as the pleasant ones. As with those who have had good experiences, those reporting bad experiences may have trouble realizing they are dead as they watch people work on their dead bodies. They may also enter a dark passage after leaving the room, but instead of emerging into bright surroundings they encounter grotesque people who may be lurking in the shadows or along a burning lake of fire. The horrors defy description and are difficult to recall.

Compared to pleasant experiences, exact details are difficult to obtain” (pp 45). This report agrees with others I have read.

Other Comments by Dr. Rawlings:

“Entrance into hell (or what appears to be hell) may occur in a direct fashion, frequently by-passing most of the usual sequential order of events. In a similar manner, persons may report a direct entrance into heaven (or what appears to be heaven), although they seem more likely to first travel through some type of sorting ground or over some type of barrier. The sorting ground is usually a meeting area (true in both good and bad experiences) and the barrier is usually a fence or a wall or some similar obstacle.” (pp 74).

Another report: “I remember getting short of breath and then I must have blacked out. Then I saw that I was getting out of my body. The next thing I remember was entering this gloomy room where I saw in one of the windows this huge giant with a grotesque face that was watching me. Running around the windowsill were little imps or elves that seemed to be with the giant. The giant beckoned me to come with him. I didn’t want to go, but I had to. Outside was darkness but I could hear people moaning all around me. I could feel things moving about my feet. As we moved on through this tunnel or cave, things were getting worse, I remember I was crying. Then, for some reason the giant turned me loose and sent me back. I felt I was being spared. I don’t know why. Then I remember finding myself back in the hospital bed” (pp 90).