Deep hypnosis can get you there.

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In my life, I had seen people killed, I had been involved in fights where people were killed.  I’ve done time in prison for manslaughter.  I grew up in a reform school, and in a jail cell.  I was beat unmercifully as a child by a father who had temper and alcohol problems.  I was a runaway at 12 years old and I felt that there was nothing in this world that could frighten me.  My life was wrecked, my marriage was wrecked, my health was wrecked.  But now I was seeing something that scared me to death, because I didn't understand it.  And as I am looking into this pit, this place of fire, screams and torment, I fade out into blackness. 


When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room in Knoxville, Tennessee with my wife sitting by.  There had been multiple stitches put into my body, my arm was spared.  I had almost 100 stitches.  I looked into the face of my wife.  I wasn’t concerned about where I was, or anything around me.  All I could visualize was what I had just seen.  

[Elaine Reagan]He had this funny look on his face, and it was a terrifying look.  And he said, “I don’t really know what’s happening to me, but I’ve been in a terrible place.” And I kept telling him “you’ve been in the hospital, you’ve been in the hospital all this time.” And he kept saying, “No, I’ve been in another place.  I don’t know exactly what is was, but it was a terrible, terrible place.

[Ronald Reagan]Trying to get drunkI could still hear the screams.  I could still smell the terrible smell.  I could still feel the heat, and I could still hear the voices of people that I’ve known screaming for me to go back.  Through the days to come, I tried every way to get that out of my mind.  I tried to get drunk, I could not get drunk.  I tried to get stoned, I could not get stoned, I tried everything that I could to get this off my mind and I could not. 


Elaine on Bed with BibleOne morning, several months later, I came home to where my wife was.  I had been trying to get drunk, but I couldn’t.  When I walked in the house and went back to the bedroom, the light was on.  My wife was sitting up in bed, and she had a large book open on her lap.  She looked up at me and her face was literally shining.  And she said, “Ronny, tonight I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my savior," 


She didn’t have to say a lot to me, our life had been filled with agony.  She grew up in Chicago; her father was a bartender on the South side of Chicago.  She knew nothing about God, or church or religion.  The pain showed on her face, the wrinkles that I gave her from my abuse, violence, alcoholism, and drug addiction.  Sometimes I would be gone for months of time, and she and the kids would have no idea where I was.  But now her face had changed.  The wrinkles were literally gone, a smile had replaced the sorrow and agony.  She looked at me and said, “Jesus saved me tonight.  Would you go with me and hear about this man called Jesus.”  I thought to myself, “I tried everything else in life, nothing has worked for me. The people I love the most, my wife, my children, I’m terrible to them." So I agreed to go with her. 


Ronald in ChurchA couple of weeks later on a Sunday morning, November 2, 1972, just before 12 am, a minister stood to read from the bible.  I was sitting in the back of the building, I didn’t know anything out of the bible.  I didn’t know how to act at church.  But the minister stood to read from the bible, and he read from the Gospel of John.  He began to read these words “behold the lamb of God that takes away the sins of the world.”  When he said “the Lamb” he had my attention.  Any other passage wouldn’t have meant anything to me, but when he mentioned “the Lamb” he had this hard hearted sinner’s attention. 


Ronald with LambBecause when I was 9 years old, a very poor child in the mountains of eastern Tennessee, with a father who only knew anger, abuse and alcohol, a neighbor had given me a baby lamb.  And I had to walk two miles to catch the school bus.  One day coming through her yard she stopped me and said, “Son I have a gift for you” and she showed me this baby lamb. 


I took that lamb home with me, it was my friend, the only friend I felt like I had.  It was such a friend, in the days and weeks to come it followed me, and it would meet me when I got off the school bus.  It came walking through the woods and fields to meet me. 


Dad working on truckOne evening as I came home, the lamb was missing.  I heard my father cursing and screaming, he was working on an old model car, changing a flat tire by hand, the old way.   I tried to walk around him because I didn’t want to be cursed.   I tried to bypass him, but when I got on the other side of the car, I looked down and there was my lamb with blood all over the white wool.  There was a tire rod sticking in its body. Angry father


Dead LambThe lamb had come around just wanting to be curious, and in a drunken fit of anger, my father had plunged the tire iron through that lamb. 


When I saw my lamb, my friend, dead, I began to scream.  I ran into the woods screaming, “he’s killed my lamb, he’s killed the lamb!


At 9 years old, hatred and violence took over my life, possessed my life.  From that point on, I was never ever the same.  By 12 years old I was a runaway.  I was in the Juvenile system, arrested time after time.  I had no respect for authority.  I hated anyone that represented authority over me.  By the time I was 15 years old, I had been in Jail for car theft, for stealing.  At 15 years old I was sentenced for manslaughter; being involved in a car accident that had killed some and left others crippled.  At that time I wondered if life would ever hold anything for me.


But when that minister mentioned “The Lamb” he had my attention.  He said that Jesus Christ was God’s lamb, and He died and shed His blood so that whosoever wants to, can have a new start.  They could be forgiven and start over. 


That morning, as I stood to try and leave the building, I thought, “I don’t want anybody to see me cry.  I haven't cried since I was 9 years old.  I’m not afraid of any living thing on this Earth, and no one is going to see me cry."


Ronald at Church pulpitI turned to leave, but instead I started down the aisle toward the front of that building.  I didn’t know the sinners prayer, I didn’t know the Roman road of salvation.  But my prayer was this, “God, if You exist, and Jesus, if You are God’s lamb, please, please kill me or cure me.  I don’t want to live anymore, I’m not a husband, I’m not a father, I’m no good.” And at that instant, it was like the darkness and the blackness left my life.  Then the tears began to flow and for the first time since I was 9 years old, the tears did run.  The guilt left my life, the violence, anger and the hatred left my life.  And Jesus Christ became Lord and savior of my life that morning. 


After that wonderful morning when I gave my life to Jesus Christ, I didn’t know what would happen.  God healed my mind, my memory, the drug addiction; the alcoholism was instantaneously gone, delivered.  And from that moment I knew I had to tell the story of what had happened to me.  My life was only spared to tell others about the place that I had seen, and the hope of Jesus Christ to save mankind from this terrible fate.
 




=== OBE & NDE ===


[Dr.  Rawlings]
Dr. Rawlings
Here we are again wondering whether hell is for the bad guys or the good guys.  I would like to introduce the subject OBE (Out of Body Experience) and NDE (Near Death Experience).  You know what clinical death is, where the heart stops, breathing stops, but then we start life again.  Restart the breathing and the Heart, and a person comes back from death to life.  A reversible situation before rigor mortis sets in.


But Out of Body Experiences and Near Death Experiences are entirely different.  Near Death Experience are like if I hold a gun up to you and say “give me your money.”  You may get scared to death (a near death experience), but you don’t get anywhere near dying.  Almost near car crash accidents, are near death experiences, but there is nothing involving stopping the heart beating or stopping breathing.  And yet, most of the authors that write books on this subject are including OBE and NDE without clinical death.  We are just investigating clinical death, where people actually die and come back to life.


Now Out of Body Experiences is a way to get there without dying.  How would you like to find out what death feels like, without dying?



  • Deep hypnosis can get you there. 



  • You can go see a guru over in India, learning meditation techniques with a mantra. 



  • You can have chemical hypnosis. 



  • You can go Skrying with a crystal ball. 



  • You can have electrical stimulus of the brain. 



  • [Please don’t get involved with any of theses.]



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