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Pastor Howard Storm's Near Death Experience
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Pastor Howard Storm's Near Death Experience
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Before his near death experience, Howard Storm, a Professor of Art at
Northern Kentucky University, was not a very pleasant man. He was an
avowed atheist and was hostile to every form of religion and those who
practiced it. He often would use rage to control everyone around him
and he didn't find joy in anything. Anything that wasn't seen, touched
or felt, he had no faith in. He knew with certainty that the material
world was the full extent of everything that was. He considered all
belief systems associated with religion to be fantasies for people to
deceive themselves with. Beyond what science said, there was nothing
else. On June 1, 1985, at the age of 38, Howard Storm' had a near
death experience due to a perforation of the stomach and his life was
since forever changed. His near death experience is one of the most
profound, if not the most profound, afterlife experience I have ever
documented. His life was so immensely changed after his near death
experience, he resigned as a professor and devoted his time attending
the United Theological Seminary to become a United Church of Christ
minister. The following is the account of Pastor Howard Storm's near
death experience reprinted by permission.

(Howard Storm is in intense agony and dying) Struggling to say goodbye
to my wife, I wrestled with my emotions. Telling her that I loved her
very much was as much of a goodbye as I could utter because of my
emotional distress. Sort of relaxing and closing my eyes, I waited
for the end. This was it, I felt. This was the big nothing, the big
blackout, the one you never wake up from, the end of existence. I had
absolute certainty that there was nothing beyond this life - because
that was how really smart people understood it. While I was undergoing
this stress, prayer or anything like that never occurred to me. I
never once thought about it. If I mentioned God's name at all it was
only as a profanity. For a time there was a sense of being unconscious
or asleep. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but I felt really strange,
and I opened my eyes. To my surprise I was standing up next to the
bed, and I was looking at my body laying in the bed. My first reaction
was: "This is crazy! I can't be standing here looking down at myself.
That's not possible." This wasn't what I expected, this wasn't right.
Why was I still alive? I wanted oblivion. Yet I was looking at a thing
that was my body, and it just didn't have that much meaning to me. Now
knowing what was happening, I became upset. I started yelling and
screaming at my wife, and she just sat there like a stone. She didn't
look at me, she didn't move - and I kept screaming profanities to get
her to pay attention. Being confused, upset, and angry, I tried to get
the attention of my room-mate, with the same result. He didn't react.
I wanted this to be a dream, and I kept saying to myself, "This has
got to be a dream." But I knew that it wasn't a dream. I became aware
that strangely I felt more alert, more, more aware, more alive than I
had ever felt in my entire life. All my senses were extremely acute.
Everything felt tingly and alive. The floor was cool and my bare feet
felt moist and clammy. This had to be real. I squeezed my fists and
was amazed how much I was feeling in my hands just by making a fist.
Then I heard my name. I heard: "Howard, Howard - come here."
Wondering, at first, where it was coming from, I discovered that it
was originating in the doorway. There were different voices calling
me. I asked who they were, and they said: "We are here to take care of
you. We will fix you up. Come with us." Asking, again, who they were,
I asked them if they were doctors and nurses. They responded: "Quick,
come see. You'll find out." As I asked them questions they gave
evasive answers. They kept giving me a sense of urgency, insisting
that I should step through the doorway. With some reluctance I stepped
into the hallway, and in the hallway I was in a fog, or a haze. It was
a light-colored haze. It wasn't a heavy haze. I could see my hand, for
example, but the people who were calling me were 15 or 20 feet ahead,
and I couldn't see them clearly. They were more like silhouettes, or
shapes, and as I moved toward them they backed off into the haze. As I
tried to get close to them to identify them, they quickly withdrew
deeper into the fog. So I had to follow into the fog deeper and
deeper. These strange beings kept urging me to come with them. I
repeatedly asked them where we were going, and they responded: "Hurry
up, you'll find out." They wouldn't answer anything. The only response
was insisting that I hurry up and follow them. They told me repeatedly
that my pain was meaningless and unnecessary. "Pain is bullshit," they
said. I knew that we had been travelling for miles, but I occasionally
had the strange ability to look back and see the hospital room. My
body was still there lying motionless on the bed ... My perspective at
these times was as if I were floating above the room looking down. It
seemed millions and millions of miles away. Looking back into the
room, I saw my wife and my room-mate, and I decided they had not been
able to help me so I would go with these people. Walking for what
seemed to be a considerable distance, these beings were all around me.
They were leading me through the haze. I don't know how long ... there
was a real sense of timelessness about the experience. In a real sense
I am unaware of how long it was, but it felt like a long time - maybe
even days or weeks. As we traveled, the fog got thicker and darker,
and the people began to change. At first they seemed rather playful
and happy, but when we had covered some distance, a few of them began
to get aggressive. The more questioning and suspicious I was, the more
antagonistic and rude and authoritarian they became. They began to
make jokes about my bare rear end which wasn't covered by my hospital
dicky and about how pathetic I was. I knew they were talking about me,
but when I tried to find out exactly what they were saying they would
say, "Shh, he can hear you, he can hear you." Then, others would seem
to caution the aggressive ones. It seemed that I could hear them warn
the aggressive ones to be careful or I would be frightened away.
Wondering what was happening, I continued to ask questions, and they
repeatedly urged me to hurry and to stop asking questions. Feeling
uneasy, especially since they continued to get aggressive, I
considered returning, but I didn't know how to get back. I was lost.
There were no features that I could relate to. There was just the fog
and a wet, clammy ground, and I had no sense of direction. All my
communication with them took place verbally just as ordinary human
communication occurs. They didn't appear to know what I was thinking,
and I didn't know what they were thinking. What was increasingly
obvious was that they were liars and help was farther away the more I
stayed with them. Hours ago, I had hoped to die and end the torment of
life. Now things were worse as I was forced by a mob of unfriendly and
cruel people toward some unknown destination in the darkness. They
began shouting and hurling insults at me, demanding that I hurry
along. And they refused to answer any question. Finally, I told them
that I wouldn't go any farther. At that time they changed completely.
They became much more aggressive and insisted that I was going with
them. A number of them began to push and shove me, and I responded by
hitting back at them. A wild orgy of frenzied taunting, screaming and
hitting ensued. I fought like a wild man. All the while it was obvious
that they were having great fun. It seemed to be, almost, a game for
them, with me as the center-piece of their amusement. My pain became
their pleasure. They seemed to want to make me hurt - by clawing at me
and biting me. Whenever I would get one off me, there were five more
to replace the one. By this time it was almost complete darkness, and
I had the sense that instead of there being twenty or thirty, there
were an innumerable host of them. Each one seemed set on coming in for
the sport they got from hurting me. My attempts to fight back only
provoked greater merriment. They began to physically humiliate me in
the most degrading ways. As I continued to fight on and on, I was
aware that they weren't in any hurry to win. They were playing with me
just as a cat plays with a mouse. Every new assault brought howls of
cacophony. Then at some point, they began to tear off pieces of my
flesh. To my horror I realized I was being taken apart and eaten
alive, slowly, so that their entertainment would last as long a
possible. At no time did I ever have any sense that the beings who
seduced and attacked me were anything other than human beings. The
best way I can describe them is to think of the worst imaginable
person stripped of every impulse to do good. Some of them seemed to be
able to tell others what to do, but I had no sense of any structure or
hierarchy in an organizational sense. They didn't appear to be
controlled or directed by anyone. Basically they were a mob of beings
totally driven by unbridled cruelty and passions. During our struggle
I noticed that they seemed to feel no pain. Other than that they
appeared to possess no special nonhuman or superhuman abilities.
Although during my initial experience with them I assumed that they
were clothed, in our intimate physical contact I never felt any
clothing whatsoever. Fighting well and hard for a long time,
ultimately I was spent. Lying there exhausted amongst them, they began
to calm down since I was no longer the amusement that I had been. Most
of the beings gave up in disappointment because I was no longer
amusing, but a few still picked and gnawed at me and ridiculed me for
no longer being any fun. By this time I had been pretty much taken
apart. People were still picking at me, occasionally, and I just lay
there all torn up, unable to resist. Exactly what happened was ... and

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