Woman Sees God's Angels During Her Near Death Experience And Then This Happened

In 1982, I was a deeply unhappy thirty-two-year-old stuck in a loveless marriage, battling chronic anemia, and recently told I would never be able to have kids. In my desperation, I tried to end it all. 

I didn’t believe in God, Jesus, or any kind of afterlife. But in the middle of my attempt, something incredible happened: I was surrounded by a love and light that was beyond anything I could describe. It was an unconditional love, and I wanted to stay in that light forever. Then, just like that, the light faded, and I was back in my bedroom with Jesus by my side. He said, “Don’t waste your life thinking you’re not loved.” 

And then everything went dark again, pulling me back into my body.

From that moment on, I knew I had a new life to live and Jesus’s message to make sense of. I wasn’t even aware that what I had experienced was called a “near-death experience.” Little did I know then that this NDE would one day help me support others, including the person I would come to love the most.

When I tried to share my experience with my then-husband and my loved ones, they all thought I was nuts, so I stopped talking about it. I moved back to my home state, got a divorce, and eventually fell for a research scientist named Dr. Charles David “Dave” Stout. I realized I couldn’t marry Dave without telling him my secret; I needed to know he would accept this huge part of me.

It turned out, not only did Dave accept my experience, but he shared his own spiritual moment too—he prayed for his mom after she had a serious car accident. On his way to the hospital, he felt the urge to stop at this grove of cottonwood trees to pray, and then it felt like he was transported somewhere. The leaves glowed, and he had this deep feeling that his mom would heal. And she did.

That moment told me Dave was the one. During our long marriage, we spent countless hours discussing God, purpose, the afterlife, and unconditional love. Music always lifted our spirits. Every summer, Dave would hike in the eastern Sierras, reading his worn Bible every day and tearing through issues of Guideposts magazine, sharing his favorite parts with me. He truly was my soulmate.

But then, in June 2013, we got the gut-wrenching news: Dave was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. It was inoperable, and doctors predicted he had three months to live, maybe fourteen at best. We vowed to fight it with everything we had, and most importantly, we prayed.

We ended up having three more years together. One day in January 2016, Dave slipped into a coma. His sons and I rushed him to the hospital, where the nurses set up a bed for me in his room. Realizing God would soon be calling my beloved husband home, I fervently prayed for a comforting deathbed vision. 

The next morning, I found Dave sitting up in bed, smiling and pointing at the ceiling. Though he struggled to speak, he understood everything I said. I begged to know what he was seeing. He looked at me and said clearly, “You can’t see that? It’s real.” My prayers had worked—he was experiencing a heavenly vision. 

“What do you see?” I asked.

He pointed across the ceiling and said, “Mountains.” His spiritual home. “White, feathers, music.”

“Angels?” I asked.

“Yes, angels!” he confirmed.

“Are they singing?”

“No.”

“Are they playing instruments?”

“Yes.”

“Is it beautiful?”

He smiled big and said, “Oh, yes.”

Three months later, on April 30, Dave was taking his final breaths. He could no longer talk, but his eyes were wide, moving around the ceiling.

“Are you seeing your mountains again?” I asked. He nodded.

“Do you think God is calling you home?” He nodded again.

“Do you want to go home?” 

“Yes!”

Within a few hours, he was gone. That was when I finally let myself break down.

The angels knew how much he loved music and the mountains. They gave him that experience in a way that would truly comfort him as he transitioned.

By comforting my husband, they also brought comfort to me.